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　　Chapter 493 - The Continuation of Feng Xinglang's Life!

　　From Lan Youyou's point of view, he could not see Feng Xinglang's face at the moment; but from Feng Xinglang's spirited and quivering back, the man could not help but be deeply moved by his lost and recovered child.

　　Lan Youyou's heart sank down bit by bit!

　　It was as if she had already smelt it: This little boy who suddenly appeared in Feng Family would s.n.a.t.c.h away the fatherly love that belonged to her daughter!

　　Feng Xinglang's voice was hoa.r.s.e, his breath was tinged with tears, and his arms were tightly hugging Linnuo's little body … It was like hugging the love of this life, never letting go.

　　This hug that was too tight made Linnuo's little friend feel uncomfortable.

　　Not just mental maladjustment; more important, physical and mental. Because Feng Xinglang, this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father had almost strangled him to the point where he couldn't even breathe.

　　Although the little guy was cheris.h.i.+ng his father's embrace, he still started to struggle and resist with all his might.

　　"Feng Xinglang, you already know my other ident.i.ty. I am Xing Mu, the foster son of Hetun. My name is Xing s.h.i.+wu!"

　　The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang, who was holding him back, while using his other ident.i.ty as a fox to show off his might.

　　Feng Xinglang was slightly startled as he slightly loosened his grip on his arm. He stared deeply at the little fellow's small face which was just inches away from him: clear eyes, clear black and white pupils, flickering with a clever and mischievous glint.

　　He was also a difficult person to tame! Just like when he was young, he carried a personality full of small hostility.

　　However, Feng Xinglang felt extremely pained as he used his thumb to gently stroke his abdomen, stroking his small face inch by inch, looking at it inch by inch, and then kissing it inch by inch.

　　But when Feng Xinglang came closer and wanted to kiss the little fellow, the little guy pushed away Feng Xinglang's face in disdain.

　　It was an habitual gesture: other than Mommy Lin Xueluo, the little guy despised any other person's kiss. Especially the man's kiss!

　　When he was in Pater Castle, there were too many men who wanted to kiss the little fellow; other than accepting foster father Hetun's kiss occasionally, he had almost rejected all other men's attempts to do so.

　　Including Xing Si, Xing Wu, Xing Lao Ba, and the others.

　　Although Feng Xinglang was his biological father, the little guy was still not used to this relations.h.i.+p of growing up so fast and so quickly.