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

　　Chapter 790: This chapter really makes one worry!

　　The unfamiliar environment caused Feng Xinglang to slightly frown.

　　Ye Zichen turned his head and glanced at the light coming through the curtain. Did he fall asleep? How long had he slept?

　　Nuonuo? Xueluo... His child, his woman!

　　Feng Xinglang crawled up from the warm ground and stepped on it with one foot. He still felt weak and weak, and only after staggering a little was he able to stabilize his body.

　　"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

　　Feng Xinglang called out to his son Linnuo as he stumbled towards the door.

　　In the hall, Xing s.h.i.+'er sat quietly beside foster father Hetun.

　　The martial arts tea set was arranged in a row in front of Hetun. It seemed to be cultivating, and also seemed to be waiting for Feng Xinglang to wake up.

　　Seeing Feng Xinglang rus.h.i.+ng into the hall, Xing s.h.i.+'er immediately leaped up and stood guard in front of foster father Hetun.

　　"Where's Nuonuo?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

　　"Nuonuo is sleeping in Old Eighth's room." Hetun stood up and answered Feng Xinglang.

　　"Where is it?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked again. From beginning to end, he did not look straight at the Hetun. He was too lazy to say another word to him!

　　"Second downstairs right turn, the entrance to the underground garage."

　　Seeing Feng Xinglang's cold and impolite face, Xing s.h.i.+'er took over the conversation. If he did not answer, the foster father Hetun would have answered as well.

　　When Feng Xinglang rushed in, Xing Ba had just gotten up. As the little guy was curled up around his neck, he slept with it for a while.

　　"Nuonuo..."

　　Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and called out.

　　Because of last night's ruckus, the little guy was sleeping soundly, one short leg resting on the quilt like a large koala.

　　Feng Xinglang did not wake the little guy up, but carefully took him from the slumber into his embrace.

　　"Let him sleep! It will be more comfortable! "

　　Xing Ba had slept with the little thing for a whole night with great difficulty.

　　Feng Xinglang ignored Xing Ba and turned to leave with his son Linnuo.

　　Pa.s.sing through the corridor, then pa.s.sing through the living room, Feng Xinglang did not linger at all. Under the gaze of Hetun and the others, he leisurely carried the little fellow away!

　　The reason why Feng Xinglang did not stop him was not only because he was the Hetun's own child;