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

　　Chapter 810 - How many more should be born

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er had long been waiting at the entrance of the Shallow Water Bay.

　　He knew that Feng Xinglang would not come in, so he took responsibility of picking up Xueluo and her son.

　　Xueluo got off the carriage, holding his son Linnuo's hand. Xing s.h.i.+'er stepped forward and scooped the little guy up from the ground into his arms.

　　The little guy rested his chin on Xing s.h.i.+'er's shoulder and waved his little hands towards his father, Feng Xinglang.

　　Watching his wife and children being led into the villa by Xing s.h.i.+'er, Feng Xinglang then drove away.

　　"Old Tweleve, how about I introduce you to a girlfriend? You're no longer young, you should start dating now! "

　　Tonight, Xueluo still continued to enjoy the good mood of the day.

　　"If women are as pretentious and annoying as you, I'd rather accompany my foster father until I'm lonely!"

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er, who walked into the villa, threw these words that sounded like a beating to Xueluo.

　　"..." How could he be so hypocritical? Why is it annoying now?

　　"When you meet a girl you like, you won't think that way!"

　　Xueluo was not angry because of Xing s.h.i.+'er's words, but instead felt that Xing s.h.i.+'er was pure and sincere enough.

　　Not like the slick one at home.

　　Thinking about today's experience, it was truly inconceivable. It was as if he had returned to five years ago, when he was about to graduate from university. After this summer vacation, he could go back to the university to start his second study trip!

　　The most fantastical and mysterious thing was that he would remarry if he told that man.

　　Which is to say, that in that moment, she, Lin Xueluo, had already ascended to the position of Madam Feng Xinglang!

　　For the first time, she felt deeply that the scene of a man proposing with one knee was so cool that it captivated her!

　　She was the woman he would spend his life with.

　　There was still a little bit of excitement when he thought about it.

　　"Fifteen, what took you so long? My foster father is still waiting for you to eat. "

　　As expected, a sumptuous meal was placed on the table, while Hetun sat at the side, fiddling with his martial arts tea set to pa.s.s the time.

　　"Fifteen has already eaten dinner with Feng Xinglang the b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er placed the little thing back onto the ground; the little guy climbed up his legs with great difficulty under Hetun's earnest gaze.

　　Hetun, who had not hugged the little thing for a whole day, really missed the little thing's soft little body.