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　　Chapter 627: Daddy's Charm

　　The father and son pair silently embraced each other.

　　Feng Xinglang felt his son's pair of arms slowly wrap around his waist.

　　It was as if the little fellow also wanted to use its own strength to protect its father, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Did you miss Mommy?"

　　Feng Xinglang softly broke the silence between father and son.

　　The little guy nodded, "Yes."

　　"I miss your mommy too! "Although he is sometimes an idiot, he is still a good and rare woman."

　　Feng Xinglang simply carried his son in his arms and sat on top of him. He tightly hugged the little fellow in a more comfortable and obedient manner.

　　Until the little guy's stomach growled from hunger, Feng Xinglang finally let go of his son who was in his arms.

　　"You haven't eaten dinner?"

　　Feng Xinglang rubbed the little fellow's stomach with a fatherly caress, as if wanting to give back all of his son's missing pettiness to the little thing.

　　"I'm not hungry anymore."

　　The little guy embarra.s.sedly pressed down on his stomach and casually replied.

　　"Good girl, quickly go back and eat dinner. Remember to eat more, grow tall and strong, only in the future will you be able to protect and kiss Mommy better. "

　　Feng Xinglang couldn't bear to part from his son. However, he had no choice but to let him leave.

　　The air in the darkroom was damp and the flow was not very good. There was an unhealthy, musty smell. Furthermore, the little guy's stomach that was so hungry that it was growling, had caused Feng Xinglang to have no choice but to push the little guy out of the secret room.

　　His reluctance and insistence on staying was an irresponsible act of selfishness.

　　"Just wait, I'll go out and get you something to eat."

　　The little guy was hungry, of course he would think that his father, Feng Xinglang, would be hungry too. Thus, he hurriedly climbed down from the bed and rushed out to get the food like a little leopard.

　　Looking at his son's small figure flying away, Feng Xinglang wanted to stop his son's footsteps, but he could only hold it in his throat.

　　As the little guy left, the dark room once again fell into a deathly silence. There was no more life.

　　"Have you seen your own son?"

　　A clear and melodious voice, carrying a slight provocation, came from a side door within the secret room. Then, Xing Ba's figure, which was as fast as a ghost, flashed in front of Feng Xinglang in the blink of an eye.

　　"Feng Xinglang, you really are something. [You actually used a woman's martial art when she was dying?]