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

　　"Ahh …"

　　A deep and mournful scream came from the study room.

　　"Eh? "My mother is in danger!"

　　The first thing that Linnuo thought of was of course his beloved mother. He twisted his body and tried to struggle out of Xing Ba's embrace.

　　However, Xing Ba, who was carrying the little fellow, frowned, "But why did I hear your father's miserable wails?"

　　"Xueluo couldn't have made a move on Ah Lang, right?"

　　Hetun, who was anxious to protect his son, started to complain, "Why are you doing this? Can't you just say what you want to say! "

　　He really didn't make a move!

　　But Xueluo moved her mouth!

　　And it was at a place where Feng Xinglang could not even be described as a fierce mouth!

　　From Feng Xinglang's miserable wails, it could be seen that his words were not light!

　　However, there was a possibility that someone was putting on a show! In order to reduce the resentment the woman had towards him.

　　Xueluo had also considered eating on the man's cheeks, neck, arms and other places, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble from being seen by others, she decided to eat somewhere indescribable below.

　　That way, even his son Linnuo would not notice. At least Feng Xinglang would not take the initiative to show it to her son in a sympathetic manner!

　　"Eighth Brother, let Fifteen go in and take a look."

　　Even if the two of them were to really fight, it would be inconvenient for the Hetun to go in and stop them. He did have this self-knowledge.

　　But his son's scream just now was truly mournful, causing Hetun to feel pain in his heart. Who knew if Lin Xueluo, the usually gentle daughter-in-law, would actually harm his own husband!

　　"Mommy... Mommy. Your own son is here to protect you! "

　　The little guy yelled as it rushed into the study room.

　　The peace in the study room had already been restored: Xueluo was still seated at her desk, while Feng Xinglang was holding onto the edge of it with one hand, with a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. He seemed to be enduring something, and his brows were furrowed with melancholy.

　　"Mommy, are you okay?"

　　"It's nothing! With your dad here, how could Mommy be alright! " Xueluo wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

　　"But just now … His own son heard a miserable scream! "