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The child Lin Nuo knelt for a while, then began to twist his small body;

His knees facing the hard floor for a long time really made him feel uncomfortable. And looking up, I still saw the old lady in the frame from time to time. Not too old, but early sorrow with white hair.

Seeing that his own dad and dear mommy were on their knees, the little guy didn't seem to want to stand up alone, so he sat half kneeling. To reduce discomfort at the knees.

There are cameras in this hall; there are more than one.

The guard who was guarding was not too embarrassed. Lin Nuo's kneeling posture was not so standard, after all, he was just a child. Moreover, the repeated noises in the spiritual hall scolded the little guy, and it seemed that he was not respectful to the dead.

"Mum, when can we get up for dinner?"

Lin Nuo's baby's belly was cooing hungry.

"Nono is hungry?"

Snow fell, leaning on an arm, holding the little guy in his arms.

"Not very hungry ... just a little bit hungry."

The children of Lin Nuo can also realize that even the arrogant relative, Feng Xinglang, knelt down on weekdays. The major general should be very interested. He didn't want to bother mom and dad.

"Nuonuo, how about you? Let's wait a little while, they will give us food."

Xue Luo certainly distressed his child. It's been less than half an hour just now. If you ask them to eat now, the possibility of being rejected is too great.

"Okay, then we'll wait."

Lin Nuo nodded obediently. Then he looked at his own father, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang has been silent. It looks like you're thinking about something, or calculating time or something.

"Daddy, are you hungry?"

There are relatives and mothers around, and Lin Nuo's children arrive safely. I just don't like this too quiet and weird environment.

The little guy didn't know: the carved black box contained the ashes of the mother.

"Is my son hungry?"

Feng Xinglang returned to his thoughts, lovingly caressing his son's small head.

The little guy glanced over at Mommy and shook his head. "My son isn't hungry." He didn't want Mommy to hurt him.

In fact, when Feng Xinglang asked the little guy if he was hungry, he was already hungry. After being beaten for a while, I drank a few sips of water during these twenty hours.

Feng Xinglang saw the offerings on the counter: a plate of pastries and a plate of apples.

Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, then he ran forward and took an apple from the fruit plate.

Before Xueluo had time to stop, Feng Xinglang took a long bite on the apple, which should be biting the peel for his son Nono.

After three or two sips, most of the peel of the apple was sealed by the line. Hungry, he didn't want to spit out the peel in his mouth and swallowed directly. Anyway, I can still hungry and moisturize my mouth.

"Well, it's sweet. Be good son, eat quietly, don't bring in the bad guys. Understand?"

Lin Nuo nodded again and again, cuddling an apple that had been snared away by his dad, and hummed, "Daddy, you are so ugly!"

"Okay, when we get home, your dad will bite you nicely!"

Even in prison, Feng Xinglang was able to make fun in front of his wife and children.

The little boy hugged the potty apple and bit it in a sip. He listened to the words of his relatives Feng Xinglang, trying not to make a loud noise.

"Mum, take a bite, too."

The little guy feels the most distress is the kiss of my mum, Lin Xue.

"You eat, Mommy is not hungry. Be good, whisper a little."

Snow fell on thinking: Aunt Fang, who had always been kind, would not account for a child eating her sacrifice.

The child Lin Nuo bit his mouth twice, and then sent the apple slice in his mouth to Mum's mouth ...

Xue Luo didn't reject his son's filial piety, and opened his mouth to eat the apple slice sent by his son.

The little boy then bit down two more mouthfuls and sent them to his father Feng Xinglang's mouth.

Snow falling heart was astringent and warm. She hopes that after this trial, her son will be more sensible and obedient.

Watching his wife and children fall to this point, Feng Xinglang was really unbearable. Is he too incompetent, or is this old guy with the surname Fang too abusing his powers, publicizing his vengeance?

For whatever reason, Fang's father can no longer be forgiven by Feng Xinglang!

Even if he abused lynchings and beat him and Yan Bang, he even made it difficult for his wife and children to force a 6-year-old to kneel?

Is this what a major general should do? Just use it for your own sake!

"Ahem ..."

Feng Xinglang, shrouded in anger, could not suppress the anger in his heart, and coughed a few times.

"Xinglang, what's wrong with you?" Xue Luo asked earnestly.

Feeling something overflowing in his throat, Feng Xinglang quickly covered it with his hands and shook his head to signal that he was fine.

"Daddy, you vomited blood ..."

Lin Nuo's child was horrified to find that blood had leaked from the fingers of Feng Xinglang's fingers.

"..." Feng Xinglang did not expect that his internal bleeding would be so serious.

"Dad, are you going to die? Bastard Feng Xinglang, you can't die!"

The child Lin Nuo left the apple in his hand and hugged his father Feng Xinglang in horror.

After experiencing the bloodshed of Fang's mother, the little guy was afraid that his own dad would die like that old granny who vomited blood.

"Xinglang ... why did you vomit blood?"

Xue Luo moved over and hugged her husband's upper body. "Did they hit you?"

"It's okay, you can't die!"

Feng Xinglang did not spread his palm to show his wife blood, but wiped his palm on the black couplet. Can be used to use his own blood to commemorate the death of Fang's mother.

"How can they do this! They beat and insult ..."

Snow fell in tears, and her hands wiped the blood on her husband's lips.

"It's okay, it's your husband who asked for it!"

Feng Xinglang embraced the tearful woman and kissed her on the forehead.

"It's all my son's fault ... my son shouldn't anger this grandma ..."

Seeing his beatings and vomiting blood, the little guy was guilty and sad. He felt that he had done nothing wrong, but the fact was that he was mad at his grandmother and caused it all.

"Dad, are you uncomfortable?"

Lin Nuo stretched out his fleshy hand and sealed Xinglang along the chest to his father.

"Not uncomfortable ... just seeing my son and wife being aggrieved, I feel very uncomfortable!"

Feng Xinglang opened his arms and embraced his wife and children in his arms.

"Xing Lang ... I'm sorry ... Blame me! I shouldn't go too close to Fang Yiyan ..."

Although Xue Luo said so apologetically, why was she wrong?

He knew and knew each other, even before marrying into the family; perhaps his mistake was that he was unable to grasp the scale of a good-faith lie.

Or, without the appearance of Feng Xinglang, at this moment Lin Xueluo has developed into a real husband and wife with Fang Yiyan.

Fate will always be so teasing!

suddenly……