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A cute little head peeked out of Feng Xinglang\'s arms like a squirming caterpillar.

"Papa..."

When the group could clearly see who was hugging them, they immediately changed their words and called out sweetly, "Uncle?"

"Yes." We\'re awake? "

Feng Xinglang replied lazily.

Holding this little thing could at least give him a good night\'s sleep. If it were his own noisy son, the only thing he could do would reward him with a small amount of money. Furthermore, he was always on guard against his father snatching away his mother\'s mother.

"Why is he sleeping in Uncle\'s room?"

The cute girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, her face brimming with joy from being hugged and falling asleep by Uncle.

"Uncle thought about it too much, so he brought me to sleep together with him."

Feng Xinglang did not explain to the little thing that her father had left to see her mother, Lan Youyou.

"So much for Uncle!"

Xiao Rou hugged Feng Xinglang\'s neck and kissed him on the cheek loudly, "Uncle hasn\'t hugged and slept for a long time!"

"Uncle is busy!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little thing\'s cheek.

"But Uncle carries Big Brother Nuonuo to sleep every day."

Perhaps it was because of Feng Tuantuan\'s growth, which was accompanied by the care and care of Feng Xinglang, that the little thing was especially attached to him.

Feng Xinglang smiled warmly, "Doesn\'t that ball have its own capa too? You didn\'t even hug Big Brother Nuonuo as you slept? "

"..." The cutie was slightly startled. She seemed to think that what the Uncle said was reasonable!

"So, you shouldn\'t be too greedy, Conquering Clouds!"

Using a child\'s way of thinking to explain things made the little guy accept and understand even more.

The cute girl snuggled in Feng Xinglang\'s embrace and pretended to sleep for a while, until Nanny An came upstairs.

In the morning, Xueluo heard from the Butler Mo that Lan Youyou had managed to get through to him after an entire night of rescue.

Then, Feng Lixin asked some questions about his daughter Feng Tuantuan, and repeatedly reminded Butler Mo to normally send this little thing to school.

Escaping from death?

Isn\'t that a bit exaggerated?

Xueluo could not remember what kind of serious illness Lan Youyou suffered from to the extent that she had to go through an entire night of rescue to survive?

Could she be making trouble for Feng Lixin again so that he could get medical treatment outside of home?

If that was really the case, then there was really no way for her, Lan Youyou!

This time, Xueluo really did not know anything.

If she didn\'t save him so quickly, she might really die!

Xueluo did not go upstairs. Since her son was not home, she might as well spend some time sticking to her Uncle.

It was around 7: 20 PM when Xueluo finally got Nanny An to come upstairs and clean up the mess.

Xing Ba didn\'t even have the time to put the dumplings onto his mouth when his phone rang.

Learning to use chopsticks was not an easy task.

The phone call was from Pater Castle.

These two days, Xing Ba\'s life could be said to be as carefree as\' Tiger isn\'t home, but rather, he\'s like a king \'.

It was just empty and lonely!

Thinking that it was foster father Hetun, Xing Ba immediately put down his chopsticks and picked up the phone.

"Eighth Brother, what are you waiting for? You took so long to pick up my phone! "

On the other end of the phone, the dissatisfied and dissatisfied voice of Linnuo\'s little friend immediately rang.

At this moment, the lonely Xing Ba, being able to hear Little Fifteen\'s voice, was really a little happy.

"Do you miss your eighth brother?"

Xing Ba asked somewhat overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.

"I\'ve thought about it..."

Linnuo\'s friend who was leading her into the end said, "Eighth brother, can you do something for your fifteenth brother?"

"So you\'re not thinking about eighth brother?"

Xing Ba slightly sighed, "I was just thinking of using eighth brother, right?"

"Even though I don\'t really want to, I\'ve thought about it a little!"

The little guy behaved obediently.

"Even if it is just a little bit of thinking, I am already very satisfied with your eighth brother!"

Xing Ba stretched his limbs, "Speak, what do you need my help for?"

"Eighth brother, can you take a peek at Feng Family for me? See if that slug stuck to my dad and my mommy all the time! "She\'s always been a nuisance, acting pitiful and sniveling in my absence; and then my father and my mother spoil her and forget about my own son!"

So it was all for this?

His heart was in his hands!

Even when he was in Pater Castle, he would not forget to fight with Feng Tuantuan for her love!

"Hahahaha..." Xing Ba was truly amused by the little thing\'s selfish narrow-minded.

"Eighth Brother, you\'re not allowed to laugh! You\'re not your biological parents, so of course you don\'t know how sad and nervous I am! "

"..." Xing Ba remained silent for a second or two.

Ever since he could remember, he didn\'t know what it was like to have a mother and father; he continued to train in a certain base in Mexico City for many years in boring and bloody battles. He was only brought to Pater Castle when he turned sixteen.

"Alright!" Eighth brother will go take a look for you tonight! "

"Thank you, eighth brother." "Then I\'ll call you back tonight."

"There\'s no need to call again tonight. Sometimes worse. I\'ll call you. "Remember to think about eighth brother. Just a little bit is enough!"

Xing Ba could not bear to put down his phone even when he heard the sound of someone hanging up.

How beautiful would it be if he had such a clever little trick up his sleeve!

However, there were simply too many people to pamper this little thing. A mere fifteen people simply could not pamper it!

For example, right now: after hearing the quarter report from Nina, Feng Xinglang frowned.

Although Feng Xinglang and his wife lived in a world that was like glue, but his own son was still in a foreign land, making it impossible for Feng Xinglang to leisurely play around and have fun.

Why didn\'t this little thing call me?

Could it be that she wanted him, her father, to lower himself to call her?

For the sake of his children, there was no harm in lowering his attitude! It was just that because of a certain principle of affairs, Feng Xinglang did not want to take the initiative to call Xing Shi\'er and the others.

Could it be that after the Hetun kidnapped her own son, he had to take the initiative to curry favor with them?

This was a question of attitude!

The key point was: This little thing had already called his mother, Lin Xueluo, before!

Could it be that all he wanted to do was to kiss his mother, and not his father?

How could he, his father, endure such feelings!

This brat was becoming more and more like a father to him!

When Feng Xinglang opened the door, he saw Basong standing outside, and the frown on his face deepened.

It seemed that it had been a long time since there was any news of Cong Gang that son of a bitch …