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

　　Chapter 1148 - A Man Hidden

　　In the past two days, Feng Lixin had been busy finding and consulting foreign experts in blood for his wife, Lan Youyou.

　　He really couldn't bear to see his woman die so easily at such a young age.

　　Leaving aside love, this woman was his daughter's mother!

　　Just this one point was enough for him to do all of this for her.

　　Mo Ranran accompanied him from time to time, taking care of his body and giving him advice from time to time.

　　Perhaps at this moment, Mo Ranran's actions had given others a different view and definition of "Xiao San". In the name of love, do things that make love warm to others.

　　He was originally a positive person, but in the eyes of his father Butler Mo, it was still unfriendly and illegal.

　　Xueluo, on the other hand, had been immersed in reading Mike-Chang's plan these past two days.

　　It was said that the stupid bird wanted to fly first, but not only was her stupid bird unable to fly backwards, its skills were also lacking.

　　Mike-Chang's plan looks like it's a wild card; at first glance, it's confusing.

　　Fortunately, her husband Feng Xinglang had given her a flow chart, so he was able to convey her thoughts clearly through the flow chart.

　　At this time, the person who called him seemed to not understand what was going on.

　　Seeing that the call was from Hetun, Xueluo immediately put down his brush to answer it.

　　"Dad …"

　　"Xueluo, today is the weekend. Bring Fifteen along, I got the chef to cook a lot of good food for you. They're for you and Fifteen. "

　　In the past few days, Hetun had been busy competing with the yamen. On the surface, they were trying to urge the yamen to take criminal measures; however, they were secretly trying to force the yamen to do so. His son's family had been wronged, so he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

　　Originally, Xueluo wanted to reject Hetun's good intentions. But a second before he spoke, he changed his mind.

　　"Dad, I'm not going. I'm still busy looking at the planning. Since Xinglang is not at home, I will have to trouble Ol 'Eight to come here and take Nuonuo over, okay? "

　　Of course, Xueluo knew that Hetun missed her son. In view of his son's rebellious nature, he had no choice but to give double love to his favorite grandson, Little Fifteen.

　　To do so, firstly, was to show filial piety, and secondly, was to seek peace and quiet.

　　Although she repeatedly told her son Linnuo not to disturb Mommy from studying, how could the little guy endure it? They were not asking Xueluo if he was thirsty, but were asking him if he was hungry.

　　After asking them all, he changed his tone to ask if Mommy wanted to kiss her son.

　　Xueluo was truly vexed.

　　Hearing that his daughter-in-law was so considerate, Hetun's mood became even more brilliant. "Good, good, good. Xueluo, don't work too hard. "

　　"Got it, Dad."

　　After hanging up, Xueluo exhaled, and continued to read her plans.

　　To come to pick up Xing s.h.i.+wu, this little ancestor, was indeed a hard job.

　　If even Xing s.h.i.+'er, who was always so close to the little guy, could not take him away, let alone Old Xing.

　　Hetun never considered the difficulty factor so he just threw this hot potato over. He wanted Xing Ba to definitely catch it and bring it back to the little fellow.

　　In fact, it was quite easy to reattach it: just forcefully carry the little thing back!

　　But the key problem was that Xing s.h.i.+wu, who was doted upon by tens of thousands of people, could not be beaten, scolded or forced to do anything.

　　Furthermore, Xing Ba could not bear for the little thing to be wronged.