One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 789 - Hunger, Beating …

　　Seeing that her father Feng Xinglang was just sleeping soundly, the little guy could no longer hold on.

　　Yawning, he never stopped looking for Mommy's arms.

　　Thus, he thought about Xing Ba who hid Mommy Xueluo!

　　After covering his father Feng Xinglang with the quilt dutifully, the little guy ran off to look for Xing Ba to cause some trouble.

　　Outside the door, the little guy almost crashed into the foster father Hetun.

　　"Fifteen, it's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

　　Hetun stood guard outside the door of the room that originally belonged to Xueluo and her son.

　　"Then why haven't you slept yet?" the little guy retorted.

　　"Oh... I came to see you. Right, is your father well? "

　　Hetun looked around the room.

　　"Sleeping like a piglet! You can't even wake me up! " The little fellow sighed.

　　"Oh, really? "Then I'll go in and see him …" Hetun took a step into the door.

　　"If you want to see it, then go ahead! But don't hurt him! I am just like this, a father! " The little guy warned.

　　Didn't I tell you already? I'm your biological grandfather, your biological father! Why do you think I hurt him! "

　　Hetun caressed the little fellow's small head.

　　"It would be strange if you could believe it!" He almost took my dad's life! However, I believe that you can change it! "

　　The little guy didn't want to dawdle with Hetun, he just wanted to find his own mother.

　　His mother was just a girl, he didn't know where that Xing Ba fellow had hidden her.

　　The little fellow did not continue interacting with the Hetun, and immediately ran towards Xing Ba's room.

　　"Fifteen, slow down."

　　After reminding his own grandson, the Hetun then walked in with heavy steps.

　　He clearly knew that Feng Xinglang would not wake up, but he still slowed down his pace; quietly stood by the side, and stared deeply at Feng Xinglang's handsome face.

　　Feng Xinglang's expression and expression became warmer, without the viciousness in his eyes, there was an additional trace of gentleness.

　　"I really didn't expect you to be my child …"

　　Hetun sat down on the side and held one of Feng Xinglang's strength in his palms. If they were close, it would cause ripples in Hetun's heart.

　　Not only did he have his own flesh and blood, he was also a child that he shared with his beloved woman.

　　"It is the Heavens that have pitied me, Xing Mu. Give me such a good child!" Feng Xinglang... Xing Lang … Your mother, Su He, has already indicated it so clearly, and I'm actually so stupid as to hurt you again and again … "