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

　　Chapter 854 - Leaving the Shen City

　　Linnuo's life as a child was extremely bright!

　　Wherever he went, he would put him at the tempo of a lone child being spoiled by the heavens.

　　The little thing that went mad late last night slept soundly until it woke up naturally; then, there was still Xing s.h.i.+'er to help it wash up.

　　Even though it was almost ten o'clock, the breakfast was still warm. They were all the meat and fruits that little friend Linnuo liked to eat.

　　Everyone waited patiently. including the Hetun who had eaten a bowl of nouris.h.i.+ng broth.

　　"Foster father, quickly let Fifteen take a look."

　　Every time the little fellow came over, it would lift up the clothes on Hetun's back to check the condition of his injuries.

　　"Father is much better."

　　This kind of filial piety was very enjoyable to Hetun.

　　Since the little fellow was unwilling to call him grandfather, and was afraid that he was inferior to Xing s.h.i.+'er and the others, the Hetun tacitly agreed to continue calling him G.o.dfather.

　　"It's really much better!"

　　In fact, the little guy couldn't even see anything. Hetun's back looked as robust as before.

　　Watching the little fellow wolf gobble down the food, Hetun's eyes were filled with a doting expression.

　　If it weren't for his son Xing Lang's feelings, he would have chosen to keep this little thing by his side twenty-four hours a day.

　　Perhaps due to the subconscious guidance, Hetun had been happy about this clever little thing since it was born and brought along that arrogant little guy with it.

　　Now, it seemed that blood was thicker than water, and their affection had always maintained such mutual affection.

　　"Oh right, fifteenth, what has your father been busy with recently?"

　　Hetun wanted to ask the little fellow for information on her own son, Feng Xinglang.

　　Actually, Hetun knew about Feng Xinglang's whereabouts to a greater or lesser degree. However, the private matters in the house were not so easily known.

　　"Busy earning money for his son's milk powder; busy pleasing his own woman... "You keep fighting with me for my darling and mommy's sleep. How annoying!" "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …"

　　The little guy narrated his dissatisfaction towards his father, Feng Xinglang, with some small emotions.

　　"Hahahaha..." Then just let your father be the one! "

　　The Hetun was amused. Or perhaps, he was even more heart-wrenching than Feng Xinglang in wis.h.i.+ng that Xueluo was pregnant with a second child. This way, Little Fifteen would be able to accompany him, her biological grandfather, more.

　　"Why should I? Mommy is mine! Only love me! "

　　Alright, this selfish petty person. It should be said that a large portion of it was due to, his biological grandfather.

　　"But your mother is also your father's wife! It's your responsibility to open up your father's branches and scatter his leaves. You can always come to your foster father's place. Your foster father will always pamper you when he's with your Twelfth Brother and the others. "

　　In the eyes of the Hetun, the only use of her daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, was to give birth to more children for Feng Xinglang.

　　Seeing the foster father Hetun always helping the b.a.s.t.a.r.d speak up for her father, the little fellow seemed to recall something and immediately put down the spoon and ran into the room.

　　Originally, he promised Xing Ba that he would take it out when Feng Xinglang came to pick him up in the afternoon, but the little guy chose to take it out now.

　　Because the little guy felt that: The four words on the letter were definitely scolding foster father Hetun.

　　The little guy took out the envelope from his school bag and slapped it on the dining table.

　　"Here, this is the letter that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang wrote for you! "Don't be angry after you finish reading it!"