Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Hetun\'s words made Xueluo stagger in shock.

"What?" You, you sent Fifteen to Shen City to find his father? He … He\'s only five years old! "

All of this was just too sudden, Xueluo\'s heart was about to fly out of his chest.

Xueluo thought about the scene where he, his son Linnuo and himself met Feng Xinglang again, but nothing like this: Hetun actually let a 5 year old little kid go back to Shen City to find his father!

"Don\'t worry, we have Old Tweleve accompanying us for the next fifteen years! No one can hurt my Hetun\'s foster son! "

Hetun put a big piece of bacon into his mouth and ate it delicious. He didn\'t seem to be worried about the little guy\'s safety at all.

No matter who it was, and who it was who accompanied their son Linnuo, as a mother, Xueluo would never be at ease. As long as his own child was in his hands, Xueluo would be at ease!

"Mr. Xing, how could you just let fifteen go to Shen City without discussing it with me?"

Xueluo did not dare to blame Hetun, but her gentle words still carried a sense of blame.

Fifteen is my Hetun. I will make any decision, and there is no need to discuss it with anyone!

It was this domineering and domineering.

Xueluo knew that he would have to suffer even if he couldn\'t stand the Hetun! Unless he didn\'t want to see his son anymore!

"Besides, this is the wish I made on 15th Christmas Eve! How can I not be what he wants? "

The Hetun spoke slowly. He took a sip of the red wine. It seemed that he was in an exceptionally good mood. Perhaps, for the Hetun, these five years, he had been waiting for this day to come.

Oh god, the wish that his son Linnuo made was actually to find him to kiss his father? Did he know who his own father was?

Also, shouldn\'t my son\'s wish be to bring Mommy out of Pater Castle?

Xueluo was not sure if the Hetun was lying to her. He only felt that someone like the Hetun, who respected himself, did not need to lie to her!

Even if he said something Xueluo didn\'t like to hear, Xueluo still wouldn\'t be able to do anything to him, right?

"Mr. Xing, you … did you say something to Fifteen?"

Xueluo asked cautiously in a small voice.

"Hmm?"

The Hetun raised his eyebrows. He was a little puzzled as to what Xueluo wanted to ask.

"Did you tell Fifteen about his father?"

Xueluo brought up the topic. Because throughout these five years, Xueluo had never once been willing to tell his son even half a word about his biological father.

"No!" I only reminded him of fifteen sentences: The person in the painting should be in Shen City! "It\'s just that!"

Hetun didn\'t have any intention to hide anything from Xueluo. There was no need for that.

He was a formidable figure, there was no need for him to lie to a weak woman. He was being fair and square!

"The person in the painting? "Who is it?"

Xueluo was shocked, and asked anxiously.

"You don\'t know?" The Hetun asked.

Xueluo was silent. She was not sure which painting Hetun was talking about.

"The painting was fished out of his pocket by fifteen, and it was still wrinkled. The person painted on it, was Feng Xinglang! Didn\'t you draw it for fifteen? "

Hetun casually swept his eyes across Xueluo. It was not at all inferior to this little trick Xueluo was playing in front of him.

Feng Xinglang\'s portrait?

Xueluo remembered that he had only drawn a complete portrait of Feng Xinglang once before. Didn\'t he already throw it into the trash can? How did it end up in the hands of his son Linnuo?

Could it be … Did the little guy pick it up by himself from the trash can?

Xueluo took a deep breath and sighed out half of his breath:

"Whether you believe it or not, I really did not tell Fifteen that Feng Xinglang is his father!"

"It doesn\'t matter! Even if you don\'t tell him, I will! "

Hetun laughed, "It\'s just that we don\'t need to tell him anymore! 15. I am holding that painting and the entire Shen City is looking for my father! "

"..." Xueluo was momentarily at a loss for words.

She really couldn\'t imagine a five-year-old child holding a sketch portrait and searching the streets for the person in it.

Even though he did not see it, Xueluo already felt sad.

"The Twelve Zodiac Guides will guide fifteen years old to find Feng Xinglang, right?"

Xueluo calmed down and asked.

Hetun nodded, "Of course!"

"Mr. Xing, I\'m Nuonuo\'s mother. I don\'t want him to meet Feng Xinglang, okay?"

Xueluo\'s voice was laced with the intent of pleading.

"Why?"

Hetun put down the red wine cup in his hand and looked straight at Xueluo.

"Because everything between Feng Xinglang and I is over! Since the day you took me away five years ago, he and I have finished everything! He doesn\'t know about Nuonuo\'s existence, he thinks that I have already destroyed the child in that hospital! I stuck a scalpel into his chest. It was over between me and him. It\'s all over! Do you understand? Everything between Feng Xinglang and I is over! "

Xueluo screamed at the top of his lungs.

Perhaps, it was not because Xueluo did not want the father and son duo to recognize each other, but rather, it was because she clearly knew that the current situation was better than not recognizing each other!

Good for everyone!

Hetun seemed to be startled by Xueluo\'s words. It was not her roar, but its content.

A few seconds later, Hetun actually laughed.

"Interesting! How interesting! Feng Xinglang didn\'t know that his son was still alive? "Hahaha, this game is getting more and more interesting!"

Hetun was immersed in his world of revenge.

Perhaps in the end, what he wanted was not the feeling of revenge, but …

Rather … Even he himself did not know what he wanted!

Looking at Hetun\'s intoxicated face, Xueluo felt that the thing that he was most worried about had happened.

"Mr. Xing, you aren\'t thinking of using Nuonuo as a bargaining chip to fight Feng Xinglang, right?"

Xueluo\'s eyes were filled with tears. Anger and helplessness.

Hetun shook his head, "I promised you that I would protect fifteen lives! Thus, nothing will happen to those fifteen years of age! "

Slightly paused, then coldly added, "There\'s something I have to do … It would be him, Feng Xinglang! You didn\'t even kill him with three bullets, that\'s lucky! "

Whether it was his son Linnuo or Feng Xinglang, Xueluo did not want any of them to be injured!

Therefore, Xueluo boldly asked, "Mr. Xing, do you have a mother who truly loves Feng Xinglang? If you did love her, how could you kill her children? If Feng Xinglang\'s mother knew that you treated her own son this way, how sad would she be in the underworld? She will hate you! "

"Shut up!"

With a loud clang, the furious Hetun flipped the entire dining table over.

The muscles on his resolute face twitched nonstop, the veins on his forehead bulged. He was already angered to the extreme.