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

　　Chapter 953 - s.n.a.t.c.hing a Girl in the Midnight

　　It really worked!

　　Feng Tuantuan immediately stopped crying and used her small hands to wipe the tears off her face. She even tidied up her hair and revealed a funny forced smile.

　　Maybe the little cutie really cares too much about how Big Brother Nuonuo thought of her. She always wanted to be able to show her best in front of Big Brother Nuonuo!

　　Seeing her niece, who had been sobbing for a long time in her arms, actually stopped crying with just a few words from her son, staring at the two children in front of her, the corner of Feng Xinglang's lips slightly hooked upwards.

　　"Nuonuo, bring Little Sis Yuan to wash her small hands and face."

　　"Let's go, slug!"

　　Linnuo walked over and held onto the small hands.

　　Under normal circ.u.mstances, as long as the Great Witch Lan Youyou did not appear, Linnuo's little friend would definitely take pity on this pitiful little girl who liked to cry. He hadn't blamed her the last time she had stuck a fruit fork in the back of her hand.

　　Looking at his son holding onto a ball of small hands and walking into the bathroom, Xueluo felt all sorts of emotions.

　　I hope that this child can always keep this pure and cute, not as vicious and cruel as her mother!

　　At the same time, there was also a hidden killing intent.

　　Xing s.h.i.+si saw Basong, and Basong also saw Xing s.h.i.+si!

　　Perhaps it was because they were of the same species, but they possessed an extraordinary sensitivity.

　　Basong avoided Xing s.h.i.+si's scrutinizing gaze and kept his head down as he paid attention to the new master on the wheelchair, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Xueluo, this is my new bodyguard."

　　Feng Xinglang turned to look at Basong, "Basong greets Madam."

　　"Good morning, Madame Feng."

　　"h.e.l.lo."

　　Actually, when Basong pushed his husband's wheelchair into the living room, Xueluo had already noticed him.

　　Xueluo was relieved that her husband had found her a bodyguard. However, she still felt that Basong looked too young, and couldn't be compared to Xing s.h.i.+si, who had been trained for more than ten years as a professional.

　　"Basong, his name is Lin …"

　　As if on purpose, Feng Xinglang asked Xing s.h.i.+si: "Oh yeah, what's your name Lin?"

　　"Lin Sen!" Xing s.h.i.+si immediately reacted.

　　"Lin Sen, my wife's cousin! It has a much higher position than you, so when you see him, you should be more polite and understand the rules! "

　　Feng Xinglang seemed to be admonis.h.i.+ng Basong, but intentionally or unintentionally, he expressed the thought: The position of my wife in his heart, naturally, her bodyguards will have more status than my own bodyguards!

　　Basong bowed his head towards Xing s.h.i.+si respectfully.

　　What a good boy!

　　Feng Xinglang was satisfied with Basong's performance of enduring patiently.

　　Only, for the time being, Feng Xinglang did not know what kind of master was teaching him behind Basong's back!

　　As Feng Xinglang was still in his wheelchair, it was hard for him to move around. Hence, Basong was temporarily arranged to live in the semi-bas.e.m.e.nt of the Feng Family Villa.

　　His position and Xing s.h.i.+si's were not only separated by the status of a 'cousin'. He was very clear that within a short period of time, he would still have to accept all sorts of tests from Feng Xinglang, his new master.

　　Feng Xinglang was a meticulous person.

　　At least for now: he trusted Xing s.h.i.+si more than he trusted her!

　　A dazzling bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, deafening like a thunderclap. Raindrops the size of soybeans began to pour down, getting thicker and more urgent. The sounds of thunder and lightning became more concentrated as well. A torrential downpour was imminent.