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　　Chapter 685 - Hatred and Wis.h.i.+ng Me …

　　While he was mulling over whether or not he should speak with Xing s.h.i.+'er, Xing s.h.i.+'er had already dashed into the darkness behind him.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er had always come and left without a trace, his preferences drifting erratically.

　　But Xueluo could see everything clearly: that person was Xing s.h.i.+'er.

　　Having lived together under the same roof for five years, she was somewhat familiar with Xing s.h.i.+'er's habits.

　　Seeing Xueluo staring at his back, Feng Xinglang immediately turned to look. Other than the silence, there was only darkness.

　　"What are you looking at?" he asked.

　　"... Nuonuo was alone in the car. Don't let him wait too long. "

　　Xueluo had concealed Xing s.h.i.+'er's arrival. At the same time, he pushed Feng Xinglang away and quickly walked towards the eye-catching Bentley.

　　Xueluo could not figure out why Xing s.h.i.+'er suddenly appeared. However, his intuition told him that it must be related to Feng Xinglang and his son.

　　Xueluo knew that Xing s.h.i.+'er would not harm his son Linnuo, but Xueluo did not want Xing s.h.i.+'er to take Nuonuo away either.

　　"Nuonuo?" Xueluo called out anxiously.

　　In the car with its lights on, the little guy was playing with a small board.

　　"Finished kissing?"

　　The little guy threw away his tablet, and threw himself forward to hug Xueluo. "Mommy, don't be so easily kissed by that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang!"

　　Xueluo was not in the mood to be embarra.s.sed, she held onto the little fellow tightly, and subconsciously looked around.

　　Logically speaking, Xing s.h.i.+'er should be able to see Linnuo playing alone in the carriage. However, he did not take the opportunity to take the little fellow away …

　　Xueluo was quite grateful.

　　Thinking about it from a different angle: Xing s.h.i.+'er should have appeared to find her.

　　"My son, your father and mother must have kissed, it's really not easy … "Looking forward to it, waiting to be fed, burning with thirst …"

　　Towards his son who was always disrespectful, Feng Xinglang would lower himself to all sorts of ways, pretending to be pitiful and sympathizing with him.

　　", come on, after saying all that, you just want to play hooligan to my mother!"

　　The little guy hit the nail on the head.

　　"Alright, it's getting late. You two, father and son, should hurry back to sleep." Nuonuo still has to go to school tomorrow. "

　　Xueluo urged the father and son who could not stand hearing him to leave.