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　　Chapter 718: She is very cooperative and quite docile

　　"Oh no, foster father, my biological father is coming over …" It seems like he's not trying to get close to you, he's trying to get close to me! "

　　Seeing her father, whose eyes were filled with anger, dragging her mother with him as he walked towards her, the little fellow was still somewhat fearful.

　　"He won't come near you! If he really wanted to join in... Then let father take care of it! "

　　The foster father stared fixedly at his own son who was approaching him step by step.

　　That feeling seemed to be close and far away. Hetun wanted to touch him, wanted to hug him, but he could only stand in place and watch his own child attentively.

　　The child of the Hetun! His Hetun and his beloved woman, Su He's child!

　　He was already over thirty years old … He possessed the demeanor of a handsome king, a strong and healthy body, and was an outstanding and outstanding new rich and powerful individual from the Shen City.

　　From the resentment in his eyes that had been blinded by hatred before, to the pa.s.sionate stare now, Hetun felt like he had experienced an illusionary nightmare. Fortunately, this nightmare could wake up in time!

　　The eyes Feng Xinglang looked at Hetun with were still filled with hostility. However, there seemed to be more complicated feelings hidden beneath this strong and ruthless aura. He couldn't see it clearly, nor could he understand it.

　　"Nuonuo, come over here!"

　　Feng Xinglang said in a low voice. Deep in his throat.

　　At this moment, the little fellow was like a child who had done something wrong, raising his head and looking at foster father Hetun instinctively. He seemed to be asking.

　　Hetun alighted from the horse and carried the little fellow along with him.

　　"Your father is calling you, go quickly!"

　　At this moment, Hetun did not s.h.i.+ne with glory; instead, he chose to obey his own son's wishes and let his own grandson come back to his son's side. He did not force his grandson, nor did he confront his son Feng Xinglang.

　　"Farewell, foster father."

　　The little guy knew that today's happy ride was about to end, so he waved his little hands towards Hetun, and sprinted towards his own father, Feng Xinglang.

　　Feng Xinglang was his own father so even if he was an angry b.a.s.t.a.r.d, the little guy would definitely recognize him.

　　What's more, Feng Xinglang the b.a.s.t.a.r.d was forcefully pulling Lin Xueluo the mummy with him.