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　　Chapter 534: I am only fulfilling your love!

　　Feng Xiaozhong had been crying for three to four hours in an intermittent manner.

　　Although Xing s.h.i.+'er had only brought the little thing in front of Hetun for around ten minutes, the Hetun had already been angered by the ten-odd minutes of crying, and his thick eyebrows were knitted tightly.

　　It was obvious that the Hetun didn't like crying little girls. He liked stubborn little idiots like Little Fifteen.

　　"Twelve, can you make this thing stop crying? It makes my head ache. "

　　The Hetun waved his hand towards Xing s.h.i.+'er, signalling him to move the little wailing thing away from him.

　　When he thought of Little Fifteen, Hetun instinctively looked around to catch the figure of the little fellow.

　　It was true that Hetun wanted Little Fifteen to share their relations.h.i.+p with his father, Feng Xinglang, but Hetun's other purpose was also for the little thing to leave him for a few days … But in just a single day, Hetun already felt that something was wrong.

　　The reason why the Hetun was able to be independent and fierce was because he was unfettered; he did not hold any personal feelings towards his own foster son, and had always been a cold and detached way of saying, "The one who goes along with the flow, the one who goes against the will dies".

　　But this Little Fifteen …

　　The Hetun clearly knew that he was only treating as a tool to torture him, and he couldn't have any feelings for him!

　　However, it had only been a day since Lil Thing left, and he already felt extremely unhappy. Even his favorite nest, the Blood Swallow Nest, he had only taken a light sip.

　　What was going on? There was no way he could have feelings for a 5-year-old child.

　　"Stop crying! If you continue to cry, I'll throw you into the sea and feed you to sharks! "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er threatened the crying Little Princess Feng. It seemed that such intimidation would only be counterproductive.

　　As he shook his head like a rattle, he started to wail even louder.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er's fair face grew long. foster father Hetun had only listened to this little thing's crying for more than ten minutes, and he had not been able to stand it any longer. He had listened to it for a whole three to four hours. The key point was that the eighth brother was only responsible for kidnapping, not watching over the children. After throwing this noisy little thing to him, he would be done with it.