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　　Chapter 788: Is he a vegetarian?

　　Hetun gazed at his son who was just inches away from him with gentle eyes.

　　So close that they could hear each other breathing. He could sense the other party's existence.

　　He also felt that the blood in his body was thicker than the blood in his bones.

　　Xing Ba stood rooted to the spot, not daring to step forward to stop him. He was also extremely perturbed by the murderous look in Feng Xinglang's eyes: "Does this Feng Xinglang know that foster father Hetun is his biological father? If he knew, why would he point a gun at his own father?

　　If he didn't know … Then foster father Hetun's situation would be even more dangerous!

　　Seeing that the foster father Hetun did not say anything and there was even Xing Er waiting for the right moment to make his move, Xing Ba felt that the first thing he should do was to stabilize Feng Xinglang's emotions.

　　"Feng Xinglang, calm down, we have something to talk about …"

　　"Hurry and call Xing s.h.i.+'er! Get him to bring us back immediately! " Feng Xinglang bellowed.

　　"I really don't know where Old Tweleve went …"

　　Xing Ba tried to beat around the bush with Feng Xinglang. It wasn't a wise decision, but he was forced to do it.

　　"You want to play tricks with me? Then, let Hetun accompany Yan Bang in death! "

　　Feng Xinglang pressed the gun in his hand against Hetun's head, pulling Hetun's head backwards.

　　"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Why are you pointing a gun at my foster father's head? "

　　Hearing the sound from the living room, the little fellow rushed out. Feng Xinglang who was holding a gun to foster father Hetun's head.

　　"Nuonuo, you are a child so you don't need to worry about adult matters! Go back to the kitchen. Daddy's waiting for coffee! "

　　Feng Xinglang didn't seem to want his five-year-old son to see something too cruel and heartless.

　　"Feng Xinglang, the one you're pointing a gun at, is my foster father! "How can I not?!"

　　The little guy didn't want to see the foster father Hetun bullying his father Feng Xinglang; of course, he didn't want to see his father Feng Xinglang making things difficult for him either.

　　Although there was different amount of meat on the back of his hand, it was all his own meat!

　　"Don't come near me!"

　　Feng Xinglang bellowed, and stopped his son who was rus.h.i.+ng towards him.

　　"Feng Xinglang, what exactly are you doing? The one hiding my mother is number eight, not my foster father! "