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

　　Chapter 831. Everyone loved him!

　　Little friend Linnuo sat on Cong Gang's strong arms, looking at the waves on the speedboat.

　　"So you hid my b.a.s.t.a.r.d father at sea huh? No wonder my foster father and the others couldn't find him! "

　　It had been almost ten days since he last saw his scoundrel Feng Xinglang, the little guy really missed his own father. Thus, when Cong Gang suggested to bring him to see his father, Feng Xinglang, he agreed without hesitation.

　　Because of his trust, the little guy didn't think that Cong Gang would hurt him.

　　Also because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so even if it's risky, the little guy will still go forward bravely.

　　He had followed the Hetun for too long, hence he had developed a spirit of adventure.

　　"Nuonuo, do you think your foster father likes you?" Cong Gang asked indifferently.

　　The little guy nodded, "I do."

　　"How much do you like it?" Cong Gang asked again.

　　"I think so!" The little guy let out a small sigh and said sorrowfully, "Foster father doesn't have a child, so he has always treated Fifteen like his own child and doted on him."

　　Cong Gang laughed indifferently.

　　"What are you laughing at?"

　　The little guy turned around and stared at Cong Gang, "Didn't you also have no children! Why are you laughing at my foster father! "

　　The little thing thought that Cong Gang was laughing because he heard that the foster father Hetun had no children.

　　"Your foster father has a biological child! Guess who? "

　　Cong Gang talked to the little thing in a very suspenseful manner. This would cause the little guy to maintain a high level of interest.

　　"Old Tweleve? Or me? "

　　The little guy started off with his whimsical thoughts, and shook his little head, "No, that's not right. I was born by my mother and b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, I can't possibly be my foster father's child! That means it's the Old Tweleve? "

　　After smacking his lips, the little fellow shook his head, "But my foster father is so ugly, he can't give birth to such a beautiful Old Tweleve!"

　　In the little guy's heart, other than him and Xing s.h.i.+'er, the other foster son s were not even in the category of foster father Hetun's pampered.

　　"Your foster father Hetun's biological son is your b.a.s.t.a.r.d father, Feng Xinglang!"

　　Cong Gang did not beat around the bush with the little thing and told it to the little guy.

　　But when the little guy heard it, he burst out laughing, "Your bullsh * t joke isn't funny at all! If my foster father drinks too much, he will also say that my father is his own son! Actually, I know that my foster father only wanted to trick me into calling him grandpa! Don't even think about trying to fool me! I won't be fooled! "