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"Foster father... Father... Fifteen is back... Quick, receive them! "

The little guy dashed into the villa like a sturdy little cheetah.

At this moment, the little fellow was very happy, as the Hetun had obviously become one of the essential parts of his life.

"Fifteen …."

From the living room of the villa came a deep and vigorous reply.

It was the voice of the Hetun.

The little guy flew over and jumped onto Hetun\'s sturdy body. He was hugged tightly by Hetun\'s arms.

Hetun had always doted on the little guy.

And now, there was an extra layer of intimacy between them, which made the Hetun dote on this little thing even more.

I once again hugged the little thing into my arms. I think that Hetun\'s heart at this moment, will definitely not be able to calm down.

When Xueluo came in, he just happened to see the scene of Hetun hugging his son Linnuo tightly.

His originally apprehensive and restless heart, upon seeing the Hetun, inexplicably became shrouded with a layer of faint intention to punish.

The white hair was only seen in novels and movies all night long.

However, Xueluo could clearly see the white hair on both of Hetun\'s temples. It was not as exaggerated as one night\'s worth of hair, but it was a true display of how much pain and suffering Hetun had suffered in her heart during this one month!

Especially when he was hugging the little guy tightly, he was filled with longing and pampering. He was suppressing the emotions that he could not completely vent out.

The Hetun was haggard!

It was as if he had suddenly aged at least ten years!

Other than the white hair on his temples, there was also the scar on Hetun\'s eye which was especially deep and clear.

At this moment, the Hetun instinctively caused Xueluo to feel pity in his heart.

Xueluo felt that the Hetun in front of him was like a lion whose fangs had been plucked out. He might still be tall and sturdy, but he no longer possessed the ruthlessness and brutality of the past. He looked more like a kind old man.

From the perspective of Mother Feng and Feng Xinglang, the suffering endured in the Hetun was far from being able to offset the hardships experienced by Mother Feng and her son.

Especially Feng Xinglang! Hetun\'s biological son, Feng Xinglang! actually got tortured to death by Hetun, his biological father time and time again.

How could he continue the fatherhood between them?

Xueluo thought: I think Feng Xinglang will never be able to forgive this biological father of his, Hetun!

Hetun also saw Xueluo.

"Xueluo, thank you for bringing fifteen years to see me … Sit down. "

Hetun\'s voice was still vigorous, but it lacked hostility and contained a hint of gentleness.

Hearing Hetun suddenly say such polite words, Xueluo was really not used to it.

The Hetun of the past was so overbearing and arrogant, looking down on everyone but him. He changed it just like that?

The lion without its teeth looked good.

For a moment, Xueluo really didn\'t know how to greet Hetun, he only nodded his head in response.

Since the Hetun had opened his mouth for her to sit, Xueluo then openly sat down in the living room.

At this moment, felt extremely uncomfortable: When she was by Hetun\'s side, she had always been trembling with fear. Hetun had always been the only one sitting, but she only stood in the corner.

Who would have thought that she, Lin Xueluo, would also have the chance to turn the tables on him …

This feeling was still a bit bitter!

"Father, why is your hair so white?"

the little fellow asked in surprise as he caressed the hair on Hetun\'s sideburns.

"Foster father is old."

Hetun stared at this little fellow. This little fellow resembled Feng Xinglang, but also resembled that woman\'s face.

"My foster father isn\'t old … Fifteen years of not allowing godfather to be an elder! "

Towards the suddenly aged foster father Hetun, the little fellow seemed to become sad. He was still not quite able to accept the laws of nature.

The little guy\'s words ruthlessly caused Hetun\'s eyes to become red.

"Little thing... "You\'re really going to pity your foster father to death!"

Hetun held the little fellow tightly once again, using his own face to rub against the little fellow\'s chubby face, filled with deep love.

This foster father was able to speak quite smoothly, but in truth, he sounded quite obedient.

However, he could not think about it.

Linnuo\'s little friend is called Hetun\'s foster father, is called Feng Xinglang\'s father … Wasn\'t this father and son duo of the same generation?

It was really funny just thinking about it!

This Hetun actually chose his own grandson as his foster son? There was no one left in this mess!

After napping in Hetun\'s embrace for a while, she could be considered to be acting coquettishly. Then, she raised her head from Hetun\'s shoulders and used her small hands to embrace Hetun\'s face which had recently changed a lot. She leaned over and kissed him noisily.

"Foster father, I beg of you …" "How about it?" the little guy muttered.

"Good!" "Speak, listen." Hetun stroked the little guy\'s back, his eyes filled with warmth.

Perhaps the gaze from before was filled with affection and doting, but now, there was something thicker than water called kinship.

"Can you stop making things difficult for Feng Xinglang? You just pity him, just let him live! "

The reason the little guy asked for Hetun was actually to plead for his father, Feng Xinglang.

When his son pleaded for his scoundrel\'s father, Xueluo\'s eyes filled with tears. When he thought of the two bloody scenes that had occurred with Feng Xinglang, Xueluo\'s heart hurt greatly. Even his breath seemed to be in pain.

As for the Hetun... I\'m afraid it\'s not just the rims of her eyes that are red? His heart should already be bleeding!

"Fifteen …."

Hetun\'s voice was so hoarse that only the sound of her mouth could be heard. "Foster father has promised you: from today onwards, I will no longer make things difficult for your father, Feng Xinglang! It will never happen again! "

"Really?" The little fellow\'s clear eyes lit up, "Foster father, would you really let Feng Xinglang go?"

"It was all father\'s fault before … My foster father will not make this mistake again! "

Hetun buried his face in front of the little fellow. Presumably, he was trying to calm his aching heart.

"Father, don\'t be sad anymore …. "My mommy said: You can correct your mistakes, but you\'re still a good kid!"

The little guy hugged Hetun\'s neck and patted his back obediently.

Xueluo felt both gratified and sad looking at the same time.

Hetun had even asked his son Linnuo to call him his foster father, so it was likely that he was not prepared to tell the little fellow about the relationship between them.

Presumably, it made sense: if the little guy knew, Feng Xinglang would definitely know.

First, let\'s not talk about whether this little fellow can understand and explain the change in Hetun\'s identity from an \'foster father\' to a \'grandfather\'. If Feng Xinglang knew that Hetun was his biological father …

Xueluo didn\'t dare to think about it! She felt that Feng Xinglang would definitely go crazy.

The little guy didn\'t seem to really believe foster father Hetun\'s guarantee. He decided to use his own method to make foster father Hetun promise again.

"Foster father, pull the hook with me: I guarantee that you won\'t hurt my bastard father in the future, okay?"