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　　Chapter 719: Big Tailed Wolves

　　Along the way, the Bentley was moving smoothly. It was not because of the earlier rage.

　　Xueluo and her son sat quietly in the back.

　　Linnuo's little friend was half-crawling in Ma Mi's arms, quiet and obedient. From time to time, he would glance at Feng Xinglang, who was driving the car, as if he was trying to see if his father's anger had burned out.

　　Xueluo quietly looked at the man's small side profile: the biting cold had a hint of coldness, giving off a feeling of alienation.

　　At this moment, Xueluo suddenly started to pity this man.

　　His women and children needed to carry him on their backs, go out for fun, go out for fun?

　　But why was she carrying him on her back?

　　Thinking about how Feng Xinglang had lived for over thirty years … He had lost his mother's love since he was young, and was then brought back to the Feng Family by Feng Yishan's old bottle of Dad. They thought that they would have to live a life with their father's love, but who would have thought that Feng Yishan would know that they had been deceived, so he started to curse and beat Feng Xinglang!

　　After going back and forth a hundred times, he finally found his own father with great difficulty, yet he was still tortured to the point of certain death …

　　Xueluo really wanted to hug this man.

　　Their silence made the atmosphere in the carriage even more depressing. It seemed like he was about to suffocate.

　　"Nuonuo."

　　Feng Xinglang called out to his son, "Today is Sat.u.r.day, if you want to come out and have fun, why aren't you calling me daddy? Don't you like having your father accompany you? "

　　Feng Xinglang's voice was gentle. There was no intention of blaming his own woman and children.

　　"There's nothing left …" I still really like you, b.a.s.t.a.r.d and your dad! "

　　When the little fellow heard that his father Feng Xinglang's tone was still considered gentle, it also relaxed quite a bit.

　　"Then why don't you call your father and have him play with you?" Feng Xinglang asked immediately.

　　"..." The little fellow pouted, not knowing how to reply for a moment.

　　"Is that a difficult question to answer?"

　　Feng Xinglang insisted on asking the reason.

　　The little guy raised his head and glanced at Ma Mi Xueluo. It seemed to be asking Mommy if she could say it, or how she should say it.

　　Xueluo remained silent. He leaned over and kissed his son's forehead. Just tell your son what you want to say.

　　Xueluo had a clear conscience. Moreover, Feng Xinglang should be able to believe more in his son's answer.