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Chapter 1106 Dad, you bite so bad!

Linnuo's little friend had only knelt for a short while, before he started to twist his little body.

The long knee contact with the hard floor made him feel uncomfortable. Furthermore, when he raised his head, he would occasionally see the old granny in the photo frame. Even though he wasn't that old, he still had a head full of white hair.

Seeing his own father and mother on their knees, the little guy seemed to not want to stand up alone, so he half sat and half knelt. to reduce the discomfort at the knee.

There was a camera in the mourning hall; there was more than one of them.

The guard on duty didn't make it too difficult for Linnuo's little friend's unorthodox kneeling posture. After all, he was only a child. Furthermore, he repeatedly berated the little fellow in the mourning hall. It seemed that he was not very respectful to the deceased either.

"Mommy, when are we going to get up to eat?"

Linnuo's little friend's stomach was already growling from hunger.

"Nuonuo is hungry?"

Xueluo reached out an arm and gently hugged the little guy in his embrace.

"I'm not really that hungry... just a little bit hungry. "

Linnuo's little friend could also realize that: if even his normally arrogant father, Feng Xinglang, was kneeling down, that old general should be very vicious. He didn't want to trouble Mommy and his dad.

"Nuonuo, can you bear it any longer? They'll probably send us food in a little while. "

Of course Xueluo cherished her child. However, it had only been half an hour. If he were to ask them for food now, the possibility of being rejected was too high.

"Alright, then let's wait a little longer."

Little friend Linnuo nodded obediently. Then, he looked at his own father, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang was silent the entire time. He seemed to be deep in thought, or calculating time or something.

"Dad, are you hungry?"

With her biological father and mother by her side, Linnuo's little friend An Ran was no exception. It was just that he didn't like this quiet and strange environment.

The little guy did not know that the carved black box contained the ashes of his mother.

"Is my son hungry?"

Feng Xinglang went back to his thoughts, lovingly caressing his son's little head.

The little guy turned his head to look at Mommy, then shook his head. "Your son isn't hungry." He didn't want Mommy to feel sorry for him.

Actually, when Feng Xinglang asked the little guy if he was hungry, he was already so hungry that his eyes were blurry. Not only did he get beaten up, he even drank a few mouthfuls of water in the past twenty hours.

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

Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and took an apple from the fruit plate.

Before Xueluo could stop it, Feng Xinglang had already bitten a long bite on the apple, probably to remove the skin for his son Nuonuo.

With just a few bites, most of the apple's skin had been bitten off by Feng Xinglang. He was so hungry that he couldn't bear to spit out the fruit skin from his mouth and directly swallowed it. At least he could cover his hunger and moisten his mouth.

"Un, it's quite sweet. Be quiet, my good son, and don't bring the bad guys in. Do you understand? "

Linnuo's little friend nodded his head again and again. He hugged the apple that had most of its skin bitten off and humphed, "Dad, you bite so ugly!"

"Be good, once we return home, I will give you a nice bite!"

Even if he was in jail, Feng Xinglang could still enjoy life in front of his wife and children.

The little guy hugged the pitted apple and reluctantly took a small bite. When he heard his father's words, Feng Xinglang, he tried to make it as quiet as possible.

"Mommy, you should have a bite too."

The thing that the little guy felt the most for was his mother.

"You eat, Mommy isn't hungry. "Be good, and nibble softly."

Xueluo thought: It seems that Aunt Fang, who has always been kind and kind, would also not mind a child eating her offerings.

Little friend Linnuo took two small bites in succession, and then, he placed the piece of apple in his mouth next to Mommy's mouth …

Xueluo did not reject his son's filial piety, and started to eat the apple slices his son sent him.

The little guy immediately took two small bites and threw it into his father's, Feng Xinglang's, mouth.

Xueluo's heart, was astringent and warm. She hoped that after this experience, her son would be more sensible and obedient.

Seeing his wife and children reduced to such a state, Feng Xinglang found it hard to bear. Was he too incompetent, or was this old fogey surnamed Fang abusing too much power to avenge himself in public?

No matter what the reason was, Father Fang was already not able to obtain Feng Xinglang's forgiveness!

It was one thing to abuse lynch and beat him and Yan Bang, but to actually make things difficult for his wife and son, forcing a six year old child to kneel?

How could this be what a major general should do? Obstinate and self-centered, using power to seek for personal gain!

"Cough cough …"

Feng Xinglang who was enveloped in rage, could not suppress the anger in his heart, and coughed a few times.

"Xinglang, what's wrong?" Xueluo asked eagerly.

Feeling something flowing out of his throat, Feng Xinglang immediately used his hands to cover it. At the same time, he shook his head to indicate that he was alright.

"Father, you vomited blood..."

Little friend Linnuo realized in shock that his father, Feng Xinglang, had blood flowing out from between his fingers.

"..." Feng Xinglang never thought that his internal bleeding would be so serious.

"Father, are you going to die? Bastard Feng Xinglang, you cannot die! "

Linnuo's little friend threw the apple in his hand and hugged his father Feng Xinglang in fear.

Because he had experienced Mrs Fang's bloody death, the little fellow was afraid that his own father would also die like that bloody old granny.

"Xinglang... Why did you cough up blood? "

Xueluo moved over and hugged her husband's upper body, "Did they hit you?"

"It's fine, I won't die!"

Feng Xinglang did not spread out his palm for his wife to see the traces of blood. Instead, he wiped his palm on the black couplet beside him. He had used his own blood as a sacrifice for his mother's death.

"How can they do that! "Beating me up and insulting me at the same time …"

Xueluo's tears started to flow uncontrollably as she used her hands to wipe the blood off the corner of her husband's lips.

"It's fine, your husband asked for it himself!"

Feng Xinglang embraced the teary-eyed woman and kissed her on the forehead.

"It's all because of my son … My own son shouldn't have angered this old lady to death... "

Seeing her father being beaten and vomiting blood, the little guy felt guilty and sad. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, but the truth was that he had pissed her off.

"Dad, are you feeling bad?"

Linnuo spread out his chubby little hands and let his father, Feng Xinglang, play along his chest.

"It won't hurt …" Just seeing your own son and your own wife being wronged makes your heart feel very uncomfortable! "

Feng Xinglang opened his arms and wrapped his arms around his wife and children.

"Xinglang... I'm sorry. It's all my fault! I shouldn't have gotten too close to Fang Yiyan... "

Although Xueluo said that apologetically, what was wrong with her?

He was acquainted with Fang Yiyan, and had long ago married into the Feng Family. Perhaps his mistake was that he did not grasp the standard of good faith and lies.

Or perhaps, without the appearance of Feng Xinglang, at this moment, Lin Xueluo and Fang Yiyan had already become real husband and wife.

Fate always made a fool of people!

Suddenly …

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