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He didn't see Hetun until dinner.

Does Hetun really want to shut himself in the little black house for two days?

Originally, Xinglang wanted to bring his wife and children back to Shencheng immediately; but Xueluo and his mother seemed to be interested in Hetun, who was being held in a small black house. Especially the children of Lin Nuo, from time to time, ran to the outside of the channel to take a look.

Although the righteous sons in Hetun did not speak out against the three members of the Fengxinglang family, they could clearly feel their indifference.

Including Xing Ba, it is also a look of lukewarm. Presumably, they were very dissatisfied with the Feng Xinglang's family being such a force against Hetun.

The entire Pittsburgh was inexplicably dead. And it is uncomfortable to be depressed.

Little Lin Nuo was a little uncomfortable. Not only because of the righteous father Hetun who was kept in a small black house, but also the righteous brothers who ignored him.

The fifteenth, who was originally held by the stars, suddenly fell to the point where the brothers of righteousness would not be taken seriously.

"Is my father-in-law's dinner ready? You move fast! I will send it to my father-in-law!"

The little boy ran to the kitchen and hurried.

The cook speaks English, and the little guy can understand it: It should be that the old twelve has sent the dinner of Yifu Hetun!

"This old twelve, again grabs me credit!"

The little guy groaned dissatisfied, and flew towards the little black house while spreading his legs.

At the entrance of the small black house, the little guy was stopped by Xing Laowu.

"Stupid old man, what are you doing? Dare to stop me? It's against you!"

Xing Laowu has always been bullied by the little ones; but this time, Xing Laowu was cold with a fleshy face and simply ignored the fifteenth.

In short, just let him in!

"Smelly old boy! Are you going to rebel?"

The little guy yelled intentionally. Fake Huhuwei has always been his specialty.

Xing Laowu still remained at the entrance and refused to let the little ones enter.

The righteous father Hetun was punished voluntarily, and the righteous sons said that they could not and could not be persuaded; but they inevitably blamed the dissatisfied emotion on the ignorant Xiaoshi. How fawning the elder father is, we all see! But the little one is flattered and proud ...

Now it is no longer a pure pride and pride! Completely rose to the point of revenge!

The brothers of Yiyi think: No one can retaliate against Yifu Hetun!

The little man's snoring elicited Xing Ba who was waiting inside.

"Fifteen, nonsense again!"

The angry Xing Shiliang was too lazy to say one more word to the family of Feng Xinglang, and only Xing Ba, who was slightly euphemistic, was willing to meet Lin Nuo, a rude and unreasonable child.

"How can I make a fool of myself? I'm here to see my righteous father!"

The little boy bit his lip and glanced into the dark aisle.

"Yifu has been put in a small black room by your family! What else do you want? Don't you even feed Yifu?"

In fact, Xing Ba was self-blame. If he did not call Feng Xinglang at that time, he would not indirectly force his righteous father here.

"How can I be so bad!"

The wronged little thing yelled, "I just want my righteous father, come and see him!"

"Yifu doesn't need you to look at him! I don't want to think about who made Yifu into a small black house! My elder is too lazy to talk to you! You go and play!"

With an angry Xing Ba turning and leaving, the little one rushed forward and hugged his leg.

"Old man, let me in. The righteous father definitely wants fifteen!"

Seeing that Yifu Hetun had not taken a few sips just now, Xing Ba was worried about his body, and seemed hesitant.

"Old man, is it wrong for me to impose the right father in the small black room ... is it okay if I go in and persuade the right father?"

Seeing it hard, the little guy softened and blistered Xing Balai.

"Okay! My Eighth Believe You Once! If you dare not filial piety to your infidel father, our brothers will not have to do it! Not only with my brothers, old twelve, old five, and old fourteen and Old seventeen, they will not be brothers with you anymore! Especially the second brother, he will make your small P shares into four petals! "

Among the righteous brothers, only Xing Er made Lin Nuo a little afraid. Fortunately, Xing Er does not often return to Pete Fort to visit Hetun.

"Trust me! I love Yifu too!"

Hetun, who heard the loud noise, had Xing Twelve come out to take a look; but Xing Ba didn't expect to bring in the small fifteen.

"Fifteen, why are you here? Didn't you go back to Shencheng with your dad?"

Hetun Guo was really locked in an iron fence. On the side of the simple plate was a dinner with almost no chopsticks.

"Father, you can't bear to be fifteen!"

The little guy ran in, and climbed into Hetun's strong legs three or two times. He hugged Hetun's neck and kissed him.

Hetun laughed loudly, "Haha, it seems that the righteous father didn't hurt my fifteen!"

"Father, you're all grown up like this ... It's okay for a while, just go out with fifteen!"

The little guy coaxed Hetun's chin lightly, "Fifteen and my mommy have forgiven you!"

"That won't work!"

He Tunxi kissed the tender little cheek of the little guy. "Two days, two days, the righteous father has to talk."

"That fifteen will be here with the righteous father!"

The little boy hugged Hetun arbitrarily and said nothing and would not give up.

"Hahaha, or my fifteenth most filial piety!"

The original gloomy Hetun was instantly amused by the words of his grandson.

He didn't care about staying with him silently, waiting for him to eat and drink the other sons of Lazarus.

...

"where to?"

Snow fell and walked just two steps, followed by a fierce question from the man.

Xue Luo paused, looking back at Feng Xinglang, "Xing Lang, do you really want Hetun to be closed in a black house for two days?"

"He held my wife and children for five years, and I only held him for two days ... cheap enough for him."

"But he has also helped you raise your wife and children for five years! The credit is worth it!"

Xue Luo couldn't bear to see the elderly Hetun suffer the punishment. It is also artificial and can be completely avoided.

"He owes me, owes my wife and children, owes my eldest brother, owes my mother ... it can't be repaid with his dead life!"

Through the open window, Feng Xinglang's eyes looked at the undulating jungle in the distance, and it was completely cold.

"I'm not going to mess with you! I'll go to Nono!"

Just as Xue Luo was about to leave, he was stopped by Feng Xinglang again.

"Lin Xueluo, you left dad, right dad ... it's pretty catchy!"

"That's a private matter between me and Hetun! I don't need you to control it!"

Xueluo didn't want to have meaningless argument with the man in suffocation, so she turned and left quickly.

In fact, Xue Luo knew his son had come to Hetun here.

At the entrance of the aisle, Xing Laowu, who was gorging on supper, was guarding; Xing Ba was chewing slowly.

"Okay, Mrs. Prince, don't go in and mess up! There are fifteen in, my righteous father is fine."

Seeing that these groups of sons did not even have a place to eat, Xue Lu couldn't bear it.

Unable to speak comfortably, Xue Luo turned and left. She knew that he had a son with Hetun, and Hetun should be pleased.

When the snow fell back and turned back, there was no man in the room.

Knowing that the man would not return to Shencheng alone, Xue Luo looked around.

When he saw that the room used to worship Suhe was seen by Hetun as a forbidden area, the candlelight was lit up and down, and the snow fell to his feet. She knew that men should be inside.

Xue Luo waited for more than half an hour, seeing that the man in the room still had no intention to come out, she turned quietly and left.

Empathetic, she didn't want to go in and disturb her husband Feng Xinglang and his mother's alone time.

The snow falling back to the room was sleepless.

I wanted to read the book to pass the time, but inadvertently saw a shoulder bag brought back by the man.

From the shoulder bag, Xue Luo found Lan Youyo's death certificate and some cremated documents. Although Xue Luo did not understand Thai, she could understand the English version attached to it.

Lan Youyou is dead?

But when this man came over, why didn't he say anything?

However, I didn't find how sad the man was, as if he didn't like Lan Yu's death at all.

Lan Youyou ... after all ... still dead!

Snow fell silent for a moment, and it took a long time to sigh.

This night, Lin Nuo accompanied his grandfather Hetun;

This evening, Feng Xinglang accompanied his mother;

This night, Xue Luo slept with a sense of security that was not disturbed ...

Seems incredible!

Xue Luo was not anxious because her husband and son were not around him.

Xue Luo knew that some knots would take time to resolve. And it is developing step by step in a good direction.

He didn't go to his son Lin Nuo, nor waited for her husband Feng Xinglang;

The washed snow fell, sitting alone at the table, eating the breakfast just made by the chef.

It seems that at this moment the snow fell only to realize that the chef's craftsmanship in Pateburg turned out to be so good. It is a pity that in the past, I have never been able to calm down and taste it.

Xue Luo eats a little bit! I almost ate the breakfast served by the chef.

Lin Nuo, who ran to have breakfast for Yifu Hetun, froze;

Feng Xinglang, who came back to find his wife and child and set off to return to Shencheng, was also a little timid;

The father and son watched occupying the entire dining table alone, and they were happily eating the snow falling for breakfast, some were not very comfortable.

"Mum, you haven't waited for your son to come back to eat!"

The little guy first expressed his little dissatisfaction.

"Isn't there so much left? Enough of your grandpa!"

"..." Give the rest to yourself and your dad?

The little guy thought: The mummy in front of me must be a fake mummy.

...

Cong Gang squinted his eyes slightly, as if calculating time.

"Weikang, what do you think Feng Xinglang lacks?"

It took a long time before he opened his eyes and asked Wei Kang who was sorting the data list aside.

"Feng Xinglang's most important thing ..."

Although Wei Kang thought that Boss's questioning was strange, he still thought about it, "I think what he lacks most is money!"

"Okay, let's start with the" money "that he has no shortage of!"

Cong Gang's impenetrable eyes revealed an unclear depth.