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Actually, Old Chu also knew this: For the past five years, Feng Xinglang had always been closed off to himself.

That \'dead\' child, was even more so a little bit of pain that he couldn\'t touch. Everyone was very careful not to mention it in front of him.

It was possible that Old Chu\'s eyes were too sharp and ruthless: While others were praising Hetun\'s Fifteen, he was focused on the little fellow\'s words and actions. At that time, Old Chu did not think too much about it.

It wasn\'t until that Little Fifteen and Feng Xinglang appeared in the same frame, that Old Chu discovered: If the little guy\'s eye-catching head of the toilet bowl could be covered, the similarity between Feng Xinglang and him could be up to seventy to eighty percent …

Seeing Feng Xinglang instantly explode, Old Chu felt that it was inconvenient to seek self-deprecation. He couldn\'t just assume that the little brat was Feng Xinglang\'s biological son just because he looked so much like Feng Xinglang, right?

What\'s more, wasn\'t Lin Xueluo beating the child in his womb back then? And Feng Xinglang was also present at that time!

Thus, Old Chu chose to leave wisely.

"Wait!" "Old Chu, what did you just say?"

Feng Xinglang stopped Old Chu, who was about to reach the door.

He should have been able to tell from Old Chu\'s words that he was referring to the fifteenth foster son.

Old Chu stopped and slightly turned around, glancing at Feng Xinglang who was behind the huge desk, he smiled, "I think I\'m too old for this!"

Then, he let out a long sigh, "I\'m old, useless!"

Old Chu\'s words were slightly sour. or perhaps it was because Feng Xinglang had shouted at him earlier.

Old Chu did not blame Feng Xinglang for disrespecting his elder, but he felt that the reappearance of the Hetun caused him to be somewhat powerless. Therefore, it was better to avoid trouble.

Old Chu\'s departure caused Feng Xinglang to ponder deeply: Just now, Old Chu said that the little toilet seat\'s head looked like his?

However, the head of the \'small toilet bowl\' was actually the foster son of the Hetun …

Feng Xinglang clearly knew that he had not sowed any seeds for women other than Lin Xueluo.

When Ye Nian came in, Feng Xinglang was still thinking about what Old Chu had just said to himself.

"During that time, you came at the right time, didn\'t you think that the fifteenth foster son of the Hetun, that little pot head, would have that kind of appearance … Like me? "

Ye Xiaonian frowned, "Brother Lang, do you think your son has gone mad? I was just wondering why you weren\'t at the hospital waiting for them. It turns out you are actually dreaming about the son of the Hetun! "

From his words, Feng Xinglang could tell that Ye Xiaonian was extremely dissatisfied with Feng Xinglang.

It was tough for Feng Xinglang to be his boss, otherwise he would really have to fight with Feng Xinglang.

"Do you know how pitiful it is for him to cry when he doesn\'t see you when he wakes up? He called you but still turned off his phone! He did not answer any calls from the office! And Nina said you weren\'t there! "

Ye Xiaonian successfully shifted all of Feng Xinglang\'s attention onto Feng Tuantuan.

In Ye Xiaonian\'s opinion, it was fine that Feng Xinglang didn\'t care about his own daughter, but he actually thought about Hetun\'s son?

"What about the rest of the group? Didn\'t the doctor say that there were no major problems? So many of you can\'t even look at a child? I haven\'t settled the score with you last night! "

\'s heart would inevitably ache when he heard Ye Xiaonian say that the little thing had not seen her crying when it woke up. The little thing was brought up by his own hands, and it was so painful that it was almost to the bone.

"I was indeed negligent last night! But after knocking on the door for so long, why didn\'t you open it? "Are you so busy that you don\'t even have time to pull yourself out of a woman?"

Ye Xiaonian really couldn\'t understand why Feng Xinglang would go out of his mind to play with a woman last night, to the point where he even ignored his own daughter and ignored her.

"What kind of woman is that? How can you make such a person want to die? "

"It\'s Lin Xueluo."

Feng Xinglang said indifferently.

"Ahh …" Ye Xiaonian\'s mouth formed an O shape, "Sister-in-law …" Sister-in-law is back? "

"Now that my wife is back, you and Lan Youyou have a daughter …. Brother Lang, what are you going to do next? "

Ye Chong asked worriedly.

It was enough for the emperor to not panic at all.

Soon after, he thought of something and his thick eyebrows slightly lowered. He then added another sentence.

"Oh right, Brother Lang, I want you all to leave the hospital at five in the afternoon! Remember to pick her up personally. Don\'t forget. "You are the true father of a group of people. No one\'s love is more important than your real father\'s love!"

"Go out and do something!"

Feng Xinglang said coldly.

After the Pick Pen in his hand was thrown away, Feng Xinglang somewhat dryly pulled on his tie.

What was messy was not only his thoughts, but also his heart that could not be at ease!

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Feng Family.

Because papa, Feng Xinglang, had personally gone to bring him out of the hospital, Feng Tuantuan had acted exceptionally coquettishly and cutely.

From the hospital to the Feng Family, the little cutie had always occupied Feng Xinglang\'s embrace and thighs. She didn\'t want to get off Feng Xinglang\'s body for even a second. She stuck tightly to him.

Even if it was dinner, it was stuck on Feng Xinglang\'s legs. No matter how much Feng Lixin tried to deceive her, she was unwilling to come down.

Two anti-riot vehicle s quietly stopped not far away from the Feng Family\'s courtyard.

He chose to meet Feng Xinglang at Feng Family.

This was what little friend Linnuo had chosen for himself.

"Father, can fifteen people go in and negotiate with that bastard Feng Xinglang?"

The little guy stared at foster father Hetun in a daze, his eyes clear.

"But foster father is worried about your safety."

The Hetun tidied up the little thing\'s silly wok head.

"Foster father, I am your foster son! For children raised by foster fathers, they will not be cowardly, and even more so, will not commit cowardice. " the little guy insisted.

"Ha ha-ha ha, you\'ve got balls!"

Hetun let out a hearty laugh, and patted the little guy\'s shoulders: "Alright! "Then foster father will do as you say!"

Before he left, Xing Shi\'er stuck an object the size of a button onto Little Fifteen\'s collar.

"Fifteenth, your foster father is waiting for you in the car outside the door. If they hurt a single hair on your head, your godfather will raze this villa to the ground! "

The little fellow nodded obediently.

The living room door of Feng Family\'s villa was closed. The little guy could barely reach the doorbell by bouncing around.

The one who opened the door for Linnuo was Nanny An.

"Little friend, who are you looking for?"

Seeing Linnuo with his silly and adorable hair style, the Nanny An asked with an especially amiable tone.

"I\'m looking for Feng Xinglang!"

Linnuo directly called out the bastard\'s father\'s name.

"You\'re looking for Feng Xinglang?" Nanny An was startled for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the courtyard outside the door, but did not see the young boy followed by an adult, "What about your family?"

"One of them is inside."

Without waiting for Nanny An to react, the little guy had already entered the living room.

He saw the Feng Family people laughing merrily around the dining table.

That bastard\'s father was also here!

He was still holding his precious daughter in his arms.