Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 866

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Chapter 866 - The Third Generation of Grandfathers and Grandsons
This further strengthened Yuan Duoduo's determination to raise his own twins by himself.
In the first class, Yuan Duoduo could comfortably lie down and rest, rather than sitting inside the economy class.
She was truly grateful to have Bai Mo's company on their way back.
Bai Mo sat at the side, quietly looking at the half curled up Yuan Duoduo.
Yuan Duoduo could feel Bai Mo's gaze but he did not dare open his eyes.
If one said that Yuan Duoduo was inferior to himself, then there must be a part of the factor; but Yuan Duoduo also had his own selfish motives.
She knew: If Bai Family knew the identity of the child in her womb, he would definitely think of ways to get it back. Maybe even force her to terminate her pregnancy.
From Yuan Duoduo's point of view, Bai Mo had become the real provider.
She only wanted to give birth to a child that belonged to her alone, Yuan Duoduo. He just didn't expect that there would be two of them this time.
He had to maintain a clean and clean relationship with Bai Mo. This way, he could truly have the two children in his womb.
There were many ways to live in this world. He might not necessarily have to be a man!
Suddenly, Yuan Duoduo felt something strange. She noticed that someone was lifting the hem of her shirt.
She immediately opened her eyes and bumped into Bai Mo who was peeping at her stomach.
"Bai Mo, what are you doing?"
Yuan Duoduo exclaimed, he immediately took off his shirt and covered his stomach.
Yuan Duoduo's powerful and resounding cry had attracted everyone's eyes. Not only did it attract the attention of everyone, it even attracted the attention of the air stewardesses.
"I'm sorry, but my girlfriend is in a bad mood …"
After supporting the flight attendant up, Bai Mo could not help but grumble, "Little Strong Yuan, why are you yelling so loudly?"
"Then why did you take off my clothes?" Yuan Duoduo asked.
"I just want to see if you have a big stomach."
"..." Yuan Duoduo glared at Bai Mo, "It's not like you're your son, what are you looking at!"
"I can be their godfather! "Then they will have a godfather like me to love them!"
Bai Mo's words warmed his heart.
"In case they don't. Not healthy? What if you're disabled like me? "
"Only my seed would be disabled. Other people's seed shouldn't be disabled, right?"
These words caused Yuan Duoduo to feel another wave of worry.
"Regardless of whether they are damaged or not, I still want them! They are my fate! "
Yuan Duoduo patted his stomach that seemed to have a little more energy, and sighed with a heavy heart.
"Hey, Yuan Duoduo, is this fat meat of yours, or a baby?"
"Bai Mo, you're so annoying! What the heck was there to randomly touch! It's all fat, no baby! "
Yuan Duoduo was convinced, he had disturbed her five to six times in the past ten hours of travel.
Just like that, Bai Mo squatted by the side of Yuan Duoduo's cabin chair and watched his every move.
"Little Strong Yuan, how about … Why don't we get married, and we'll both hurt each other! "
A mutual disaster?
Why does it sound so creepy?
"Bai Mo, with your identity, you should marry a noble woman and give birth to many children!"
Hetun hurriedly rushed back to Shen City. It was only because of what his grandson said: You and that bastard Feng Xinglang didn't take good care of me! He actually threw his own son to a dog!
Since his own grandson was thrown to a dog, how could Hetun have the heart to do other things?
Hetun rushed back to Shen City overnight. He had even appeared outside Feng Family's villa early in the morning.
Without hesitating for long, Hetun went forward and knocked on the door of Feng Family's villa. What visual intercom of electronic equipment, to the Hetun, was completely ignored. Xing Shi'er had already removed the alarm before it had even made a sound.
The one who opened the door for Hetun was him.
Nanny An did not know him.
"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
Towards the mighty Hetun, Nanny An felt fear.
"I'm looking for … Fifteen. "
Hetun swept his eyes across the living room.
"Fifteen?"
Nanny An was startled for a moment. She was not unfamiliar with this form of address. Because she had often heard the young master call her this way.
"May I ask who you are?"
"I am the foster father of Fifteen, and also his biological grandfather. My name is Xing Mu!"
This kind of self-introduction was really bold and unbridled. Hetun no longer wanted to hide in front of others.
"You … You are. You are the Hetun? "
Nanny An panicked and stumbled back into the living room, "Old Mo … Old Mo, Hetun is here … Old Mo... "
Nanny An shouted in panic. Not only did he call Old Mo back from the backyard, he also woke up Feng Xinglang who was tied up with his wife upstairs.
"Hetun? "What is he doing here?"
Feng Xinglang became alert, immediately jumping up from his slumber and threw on his pajamas as he rushed downstairs.
Xueluo, who was in the midst of the chaos, was also completely awakened.
The Hetun is here? had actually come straight to the Feng Family? What was he trying to do?
Was this a direct confrontation with his own son, Feng Xinglang?
Xueluo also quickly stood up.
The living room was already filled with tension and tension.
Butler Mo looked straight at Hetun who was in the living room with a pair of large scissors that was used to prune flowers.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to find my biological grandson, Fifteen!"
Hetun ignored the large scissors in his hand. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the layout and style of Feng Family.
"There's no grandson here! Please get out! "
Feng Xinglang walked down, and shouted at the uninvited guest, Hetun, with his stern voice.
"Ah Lang... I just came to see fifteen. "
Seeing Feng Xinglang's hostility, the Hetun seemed to realize that it was not appropriate for him to come uninvited.
"Don't call me Ah Lang! It sounds disgusting! "
Feng Xinglang said in a ruthless manner, "I seem to be too polite to let you leave the Shen City! I should get you out of Shen City, or be chased out of Shen City! "
The moment Xueluo went down to the second floor, he heard the extremely unfriendly sounds of confrontation between and his son.
Thinking about something, Xueluo immediately went back to the third floor, and ran all the way into child room.
"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... Wake up! Your foster father is here. Wake up. "
Little Linnuo, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awoken by someone. A pair of drowsy eyes blankly stared at the anxious Mommy Xueluo.
"Mommy... Good morning. "
"Nuonuo, hurry up and go downstairs. Your foster father is here! It's about to start a fight with your father! "
"Foster father? Why is he here? He's not. Can canada find the great witch Lan Youyou? "
The little fellow questioned.
"Mommy isn't sure. Hurry up and go downstairs, otherwise your foster father and your foster father will really find each other. "
Xueluo immediately picked up his son Linnuo and carried him out of child room, running downstairs with small steps.
"Ah Lang, calm down …. I know you won't forgive me, but I really want to do something for you and Fifteen. I want to make up for what I've done! "
The temper of the Hetun was rarely this gentle.
Especially when he was facing his son Feng Xinglang, who was extremely furious, he actually managed to be as kind as a father should be.
"If you really want to make it up to me, then go and apologize with your life on the line! Remember to stay far away from Nuonuo and don't let him see you! "
Feng Xinglang's hostility was so strong that it almost wanted to cut the Hetun into pieces.
Feng Xinglang had already finished speaking, and the conversation between father and son couldn't continue anymore.
Just as the smell of gunpowder permeated the air, the appearance of Linnuo's little friend had undoubtedly become the best mediator.
"Foster father? "Why are you here? Are you thinking of 15?"
The little guy immediately twisted himself out of Ma Mi Xueluo's embrace and rushed towards Hetun.
However, just as he was passing by, his father Feng Xinglang grabbed him in his arms.
"Feng Xinglang, quickly put me down …" The little guy struggled.
"From now on, you are not allowed to have any contact with this person. Do you understand?"
Feng Xinglang's voice was filled with heavy anger.
It was very obvious that the uninvited arrival of Hetun this time, had undoubtedly touched upon Feng Xinglang's reverse scale.
"I don't understand!" He's my foster father, and I like being with my foster father! "
The little fellow twisted in Feng Xinglang's embrace and raised its little hand, accidentally hitting its father, Feng Xinglang's, face.
Feng Xinglang's handsome face turned gloomy and gloomy.
"Xinglang, stop strangling Nuonuo. You will scare him."
Xueluo really didn't want to see his son Linnuo get angry because Feng Xinglang didn't forgive him for his hatred towards the Hetun.
She didn't want to see her son Linnuo become a bargaining chip and a sacrifice.
Xueluo walked forward, wanting to hug the little fellow from Feng Xinglang's embrace; however, he was held even tighter by Feng Xinglang.
As it struggled, the little fellow lowered its head and took a bite, fiercely biting onto its father Feng Xinglang's arm. Moreover, it was Feng Xinglang's injured arm that had not fully healed yet.
Feng Xinglang who was in pain released his arm, the little fellow took the chance to twist himself and pounce towards Hetun.
"Foster father, did you see that? My bastard father is just that hateful!"
The little guy was also a stubborn species. This was completely inherited from his father Feng Xinglang's stubbornness.
He didn't like being tied down, and he didn't like being controlled.
's heart naturally ached when he saw his own grandson, Little Fifteen, nestle in his arms.
"Ah Lang, I will bring Fifteen back to the Shallow Water Bay to stay for a few days. "Don't worry, I will use my life to ensure his safety."
This little fellow loved his foster father so much that Hetun couldn't let go either.
"Feng Linnuo, if you dare follow Hetun today, don't come back to find me, your father!"
Feng Xinglang hissed word by word.
He was at a loss, losing his temper with the Hetun! He had used his own son as a bargaining chip!
Little Linnuo stared blankly at her father who was burning with anger, her little mouth bulging with anger.
It seemed like he was going to fight with his bastard father in the next second.
These three generations of ancestors were all tenacious.
One was more stubborn than the other!
One of them did not want to give in to the other!
If the deadlock continued, it would only make things worse.
Xueluo walked over to Hetun and his son Linnuo's side.
"Nuonuo, come to Mommy's place …"