Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me
Chapter 787

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Chapter 787 - Hardening Your Heart

Seeing that Xiao Fifteen was really holding hands with his father, Feng Xinglang, and that both father and son were walking into the villa's living room at the same time, the expression on Hetun's resolute face could be said to be ever-changing in the blink of an eye!

It was as if he did not expect Feng Xinglang to actually come in and meet him!

Was he going to forgive his father's rhythm?

Delight, gratitude, guilt …

All sorts of feelings flowed through his heart!

Hetun actually took the initiative to stand up, and with a slight lean of her body, welcomed the arrival of Feng Xinglang and his son.

He stared deeply at the biological son who was similar to the woman in front of him. His upright posture, strong physique, deep facial features …

How much did he resemble Xing Mu, who was born to be a king! How come I didn't notice it?!

Not only had he wronged that woman, he had also hurt his own child and tormented his own heart!

In Feng Xinglang's eyes, however, all that could still be seen was hatred, conflict, and deep rejection.

"Ah Lang... You're here? Sit down. "

Hetun couldn't help but call Feng Xinglang 'Ah Lang' because he really couldn't call his son with another man's surname.

He had originally wanted to shout 'Xing Lang', but in the end, the moment the words left his mouth, they had turned into a gentle and affectionate 'Ah Lang'.

Feng Xinglang's cold eyes swept across Hetun's gentle face, and landed on Xing Ba who was beside him.

If you did not count the servants pouring tea for them, only Hetun and Xing Ba were left in the living room.

Hetun thought that the fact that Feng Xinglang was willing to come to his residence was the first step in their reconciliation.

But he didn't think that: that the reason Feng Xinglang came in, was for his unspeakable purpose.

Feng Xinglang did not become reserved, nor did he become overly resistant to it. Instead, he naturally sat opposite of the Hetun.

He was only about two meters away from Hetun.

And this distance brought quite a bit of pressure to Xing Ba. Standing behind the Hetun's sofa, he took a step closer.

In the absence of the Old Tweleve, he was shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the foster father Hetun.

Although Xing Er and his close bodyguards were hidden in the side hall, they were all silent. The two of them were waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Ol 'Eight, Feng Xinglang is here, why don't you go and fight with him!"

In front of all the sworn brothers, this little fellow had never known what 'courtesy' was.

Even if Hetun had been spoiled by him before, now, he had become spoilt and doted on him.

Ever since the little guy was born, he was destined to have a noble identity and bloodline.

Fifteen, on one side is your father, and on the other is our foster father.

Xing Ba said to the little fellow in a good mood.

One had to know that his goal was to stall for time so that Xing Shi'er and the others could smoothly obtain it.

"No matter which side it is, as long as they hurt my mother, they are all my enemies!"

The little guy's stance was very firm: Mommy Lin Xueluo would always be at the top of the important list.

No one!

"What a filial son! "A child with a mother's pain is envious of me!"

Xing Ba didn't say a word as he chatted with Linnuo's little friend.

"Old Xing, hurry up and return my mommy to me!" Otherwise, I'll make sure to smash your P-share! you can't sit in a chair, you can't sleep! "

The little guy said angrily. With his biological father and foster father around, he felt even more confident.

"You even want to break P shares? Heavens, how could it be so terrifying? It would hurt so much! "Since we brothers have a good relationship, can you not let your foster father buy from you?"

Xing Ba followed the little guy's intentions, purposely satisfying his little act.

"It's fine if you don't want to fight! Hurry up and tell me where my mommy is hidden! I'll have my foster father spare you! "

The little guy arrogantly stared at Xing Ba who was much taller than him.

"Nuonuo, go to the kitchen and pour Dad a cup of coffee! The kind that needs to be sharpened on the spot! "

Feng Xinglang kept avoiding the deep gaze from the Hetun. He turned his head and said to his son who was calling out to Xing Ba.

"Raw coffee?" The little fellow was stunned for a moment.

"Hm!" Go to the kitchen and supervise the servants. Observe the entire process clearly. Don't give him the chance to poison your father! "

Feng Xinglang urged the little fellow, "Go quickly, your father's thirst will be dangerous!"

Isn't it enough to drink tea if you're thirsty? What kind of coffee do you have to drink?

Although the little guy was unwilling, he still went into the kitchen and ordered the servants to grind the coffee.

Actually, Feng Xinglang's intention was obvious:

Because the next scene would not be suitable for children, he had let go of his 5-year-old son in advance.

Feng Xinglang was not thirsty. He didn't want to thirst for Hetun's coffee in the Shallow Water Bay either.

"Hetun, I have said this before: As long as I, Feng Xinglang, am still alive, I will pay back every single one of the atrocities that you have committed! In this life, if you don't die, then I die! You and I will never let each other go! "

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice, but the first word was especially clear.

It was as if he was using his own life to swear a promise.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Let's end it now! "

Hetun was also a straightforward person. He was well aware that what he had done to Feng Xinglang was untold. Even more unforgivable.

With a "pa" sound, an exquisite gun was buckled on the table by Hetun.

This gun was the possession of Hetun and he had carried it with him for many years.

"There are three bullets in here, count me in returning the three to you!" As for your physical pain. Look here! "

The decisiveness of a generation, the boldness to act without procrastination.

"Foster father..."

Xing Ba cried out in alarm and went forward to snatch the spear, but there was someone who was faster than him.

Feng Xinglang, who was sitting opposite to Hetun, had the advantage of distance.

He had originally groped the dagger on his waist, but when he saw the Hetun voluntarily take the initiative to shoot down a gun, he felt like he was "providing coal in the middle of a snowstorm".

Feng Xinglang snatched the spear away from Xing Ba first.

At the same time, the gun was pointed at Hetun's head.

"No one is allowed to hurt him!" Hetun roared.

In this villa, other than the servants and the 5 year old little brother Linnuo, the rest of the people, no matter if it was the speed at which they pulled out their spears, were all faster than Feng Xinglang.

But following Hetun's roar, they all stopped.

"Xing Ba, quickly call Xing Shi'er! Let him bring his men back quickly! Otherwise, I won't be able to see his foster father for the last time! "

Feng Xinglang hissed at Xing Ba who was behind Hetun.

"Feng Xinglang, calm down! "My foster father is your …"

"Hurry up and fight!"

Feng Xinglang roared, and stopped Xing Ba from speaking.

Hetun just looked at Feng Xinglang who was holding a gun to his head.

There was no anger, no fear, and even a slight smile.

It was just that this kind of smile was extremely desolate.