Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 633

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Chapter 633 - The Man's Medal!
It was a plan to slow down the fighting, and also the expression of Hetun's dissatisfaction with the little guy's not very enthusiastic situation.
From Hetun's point of view, when Little Fifteen saw his foster father, he should have been cheering excitedly. Not just his own mother.
"Fifteen naturally wants to see his foster father … "It's just that kissing Mommy is a girl. Fifteen has to think about her a little more."
The little guy did not change the way his mother Lin Xueluo ranked in his heart because of Hetun's unhappiness. For a 5-year-old child, the status of a mother could never be replaced.
"Hm!" This reason was sufficient! My foster father will forgive you for your negligence towards my foster father! "
Hetun held the little fellow horizontally and with a turn, the little fellow rode on his shoulder.
This action had once been Little Fifteen's favorite way to get close to him. He always felt that when he rode on foster father Hetun's shoulders, he was superior to his other sworn brothers. They could let him take advantage of them.
But today, when he was riding on the Hetun's shoulder, the little guy didn't feel happy at all. It had been a few days since he last saw his mother. Thinking about it, the little guy was on the verge of tears.
"Father, you are too ungrateful! You actually abandoned me, a girl, to the Shen City? "
The little guy's nose was filled with a complaining smell.
Being questioned by the little fellow, Hetun did not know how to respond. He originally wanted to tell the truth, but he didn't want Little Fifteen to cause a ruckus after hearing the truth.
"Don't worry, your 12th brother is accompanying your mother."
After all, Hetun still didn't want the five-year-old little thing to be sad. Then she started making fun of him while crying.
It was only then that the little guy realized: Xing Shi'er really did not come to Pater Castle with foster father Hetun. A stranger had returned with his foster father. I don't think I've ever seen it in the Pater Castle.
This person was Xing X. Xing Er left him by the side of the Hetun for the time being.
Xing X looked at Little Fifteen, who was riding on Hetun's shoulder, with a very calm gaze. Unlike the other foster son s, the moment they saw the little fellow, they couldn't help but smile.
"What are you looking at? Who are you? I don't like you, you understand? "Stop staring at me!"
The little guy's nameless anger came without reason. Perhaps I just wanted to vent the bitterness and sadness of not being able to see my mother.
Xing X's gaze shifted away, but he still stood two to three meters away from Hetun. He did not move away from the little fellow's unfriendly growl.
"Fifteen, you're not allowed to be rude! "He's your Tenth Bro."
Hetun carried the little fellow on his shoulder down and carried it in his embrace.
It wasn't an introduction.
"I don't have a Tenth Brother! I only have Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother, Eighth Brother and the Old Tweleve! "
The little guy wasn't unfriendly. He just felt that this person's existence was not a good thing for his father Feng Xinglang.
The little guy didn't eat much for dinner. He was just fiddling with the rice in the bowl, but he refused to eat it.
"Didn't you say that you like to eat rice? The godfather also invited Chinese cooks to make a Chinese meal for you. "
Xing Ba was worried that the little guy's soft ruckus would cause displeasure to the foster father Hetun, so he came forward to persuade Little Fifteen. It was a reminder.
"I haven't seen my mother yet, but why are you so angry with my foster father?"
Hetun put down his red wine and asked.
The little fellow did not nod, nor did it shake its head. In fact, it was more than just that: Even Hetun had locked his father Feng Xinglang in the secret room.
Until now, the little guy had not opened his mouth to ask foster father Hetun for help.
"Why don't we do this: tomorrow morning, I will ask Ol 'Eight to bring you to the Shen City to find your mother. How about it?"
The Hetun said in a compromising tone, "My foster father is always so soft-hearted towards you."
However, the little fellow hesitated.
If he were to leave, what would happen to his father Feng Xinglang? He's still locked in the darkroom!
Compared to being able to see his own mother, the safety of his own father was also very important.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. I don't miss Mommy very much either. "
The little guy said somewhat disobediently. He began to dig at the rice in the bowl to hide his guilt.
"..." This little thing was truly like the essence of a vile person. It was extremely strange.
After eating dinner, the little guy started to pester the foster father Hetun with all the pressure. As long as he could stall his foster father, his father Feng Xinglang would definitely be safe for the time being.
A pair of small palms slapped Hetun's back loudly.
His strong back was covered with wounds.
The Hetun had the resolution, profoundness, and profoundness of a man.
It was as if he was telling the world that the reason his Hetun had such a day was because he had won it all back from the barrage of bullets.
"Foster father, are you comfortable bidding like this?" The little guy flattered her.
"Comfortable... It was extremely comfortable! My fifteenth is becoming more and more filial. "
Hetun enjoyed the little fellow's small slaps on his back. His body felt uncomfortable, but his heart felt really comfortable.
"Foster father, these scars … "Does it still hurt?"
The little guy scratched at a deep scar with his little hand. It had already healed long ago, but it still looked quite shocking.
"No!" These are all medals for men! "
Hetun said hoarsely, as if he was about to fall asleep comfortably.
An hour later, under the infection from the Hetun, the little guy finally fell asleep on his back, exhausted.
Xing Shi'er carefully carried the little fellow from Hetun's back; after Hetun sat up, he put the little fellow into Hetun's embrace.
Hetun bent over and kissed the little guy's rosy cheeks, then used his rough hands to gently rub at the little guy's shiny black hair.
"Twelve, these few days, you have to avoid fifteen. "Don't let him see you, or the little thing will start making a ruckus again."
So it turned out that Xing Shi'er had gone back to Pater Castle with the Hetun.
Because there were some things that he had to avoid Little Fifteen, Hetun let Xing Shi'er hide inside Pater Castle first.
It seems that the Hetun's doting on Little Fifteen has risen to yet another new level.
After handing the little thing that was sleeping over to Xing Ba, Hetun slowly left the recovery room.
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The sound of the door opening woke Feng Xinglang from his shallow sleep.
Even without turning around, Feng Xinglang knew that the Hetun was here.
It was as if along with the arrival of the Hetun, a gust of chilly wind also blew in the not-so-large secret room.
It was the aura of death!
"Are you regretting sending yourself over to be my prisoner?"
Hetun's voice was filled with the pride of victory, "Originally, I wanted to let the game take a longer time … Who would have thought that you would be so impatient! "
Feng Xinglang slowly turned around and saw the Hetun standing in the light with his back.
He couldn't see Hetun's face clearly, he could only see a tall and sturdy figure. Under the light, it looked like a Satan from hell.