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　　Chapter 633 - The Man's Medal!

　　It was a plan to slow down the fighting, and also the expression of Hetun's dissatisfaction with the little guy's not very enthusiastic situation.

　　From Hetun's point of view, when Little Fifteen saw his foster father, he should have been cheering excitedly. Not just his own mother.

　　"Fifteen naturally wants to see his foster father … "It's just that kissing Mommy is a girl. Fifteen has to think about her a little more."

　　The little guy did not change the way his mother Lin Xueluo ranked in his heart because of Hetun's unhappiness. For a 5-year-old child, the status of a mother could never be replaced.

　　"Hm!" This reason was sufficient! My foster father will forgive you for your negligence towards my foster father! "

　　Hetun held the little fellow horizontally and with a turn, the little fellow rode on his shoulder.

　　This action had once been Little Fifteen's favorite way to get close to him. He always felt that when he rode on foster father Hetun's shoulders, he was superior to his other sworn brothers. They could let him take advantage of them.

　　But today, when he was riding on the Hetun's shoulder, the little guy didn't feel happy at all. It had been a few days since he last saw his mother. Thinking about it, the little guy was on the verge of tears.

　　"Father, you are too ungrateful! You actually abandoned me, a girl, to the Shen City? "

　　The little guy's nose was filled with a complaining smell.

　　Being questioned by the little fellow, Hetun did not know how to respond. He originally wanted to tell the truth, but he didn't want Little Fifteen to cause a ruckus after hearing the truth.

　　"Don't worry, your 12th brother is accompanying your mother."

　　After all, Hetun still didn't want the five-year-old little thing to be sad. Then she started making fun of him while crying.

　　It was only then that the little guy realized: Xing s.h.i.+'er really did not come to Pater Castle with foster father Hetun. A stranger had returned with his foster father. I don't think I've ever seen it in the Pater Castle.

　　This person was Xing X. Xing Er left him by the side of the Hetun for the time being.

　　Xing X looked at Little Fifteen, who was riding on Hetun's shoulder, with a very calm gaze. Unlike the other foster son s, the moment they saw the little fellow, they couldn't help but smile.

　　"What are you looking at? Who are you? I don't like you, you understand? "Stop staring at me!"

　　The little guy's nameless anger came without reason. Perhaps I just wanted to vent the bitterness and sadness of not being able to see my mother.