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　　Chapter 489: I've seen everything I should have!

　　At this moment, the little guy no longer wanted to call himself 'b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father', and instead directly called him 'b.a.s.t.a.r.d' to call his own father, Feng Xinglang.

　　Of course, Xueluo could hear the words "b.a.s.t.a.r.d" in his son's mouth. He was talking about Feng Xinglang;

　　Xing … Mr. Xing, you, you want Feng Xinglang to choose another choice? "

　　Xueluo asked somewhat uneasily.

　　"Yes!" I want Feng Xinglang to make a choice between fifteen and his daughter Feng Tuantuan. What do you think? "

　　The Hetun didn't hide anything from Xueluo and instead openly told him his plans for the near future.

　　Hearing the contents of the Hetun's multiple choice question, Xueluo's entire body became bad.

　　"Mr. Xing, can you not let Feng Xinglang know that Nuonuo is his child? If Feng Xinglang really chose to choose his daughter, Feng Tuantuan, how much damage would that cause to Nuonuo! "Mr. Xing, please reconsider."

　　Xueluo tried his best to suppress the nervousness and apprehension in his heart, and calmly tried to persuade Hetun.

　　"Mommy, don't worry. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d can't hurt me!"

　　The little fellow added. It seemed like not only did he acquiesce to foster father Hetun's actions, he was also very supportive.

　　But Xueluo didn't think that way: If Feng Xinglang really chose to follow Lan Youyou's daughter and gave up on her, to a five year old child, the damage would be huge.

　　"NO!" No! "Mr. Xing, since you love him so much, you must be reluctant to let him get hurt."

　　Xueluo reasoned with her and was moved. It didn't matter how much pain she suffered, but she really didn't want to see her son Linnuo getting hurt.

　　"With me around, how could fifteen possibly be harmed? Even if Feng Xinglang chooses his daughter, I will not harm fifteen years old! "

　　The harm that Hetun understood was completely different from the harm that Lin Xueluo understood. The harm that Xueluo worried about was the harm to his soul. Not physically.

　　"If Feng Xinglang chose his daughter, how uncomfortable would fifteen's heart be?"

　　For a child who was not chosen by his own father, his heart would more or less be hurt. Furthermore, Linnuo was only a five year old child.

　　"Lin Xueluo, you really are underestimating your son! "I raised a child, so his mental strength can't be that weak."

　　Hetun gave the little fellow a light peck on the cheek. "Fifteen, tell your father what you think."