One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 787 - Hardening Your Heart
Seeing that Xiao Fifteen was really holding hands with his father, Feng Xinng, and that both father and son were walking into the vi''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 Xinng to actuallye 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, weed the arrival of Feng Xinng and his son.
He stared deeply at the biological son who was simr 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! Howe 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 Xinng''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 Xinng ''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 Xinng''s cold eyes swept across Hetun''s gentle face, andnded 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 Xinng was willing toe to his residence was the first step in their reconciliation.
But he didn''t think that: that the reason Feng Xinng came in, was for his unspeakable purpose.
Feng Xinng did not be reserved, nor did he be 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 Xinng 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 be 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 rtionship, 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 Xinng 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 Xinng 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 Xinng''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 Xinng 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 Xinng, am still alive, I will pay back every single one of the atrocities that you havemitted! In this life, if you don''t die, then I die! You and I will never let each other go! "
Feng Xinng 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 Xinng 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 rm and went forward to snatch the spear, but there was someone who was faster than him.
Feng Xinng, 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 Xinng 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 vi, 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 Xinng.
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 thest time! "
Feng Xinng hissed at Xing Ba who was behind Hetun.
"Feng Xinng, calm down! "My foster father is your …"
"Hurry up and fight!"
Feng Xinng roared, and stopped Xing Ba from speaking.
Hetun just looked at Feng Xinng 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 deste.