Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

"Nuonuo..."

After seeing his son Linnuo, Feng Xinglang was no longer able to remain calm.

Although his rationality was allowing him to calm down, Feng Xinglang was already unable to do so when he saw his own son.

Upon hearing that the person who called him was actually bastard\'s father, Feng Xinglang, the little fellow was first startled, then it immediately broke free from Feng Lixin\'s embrace and went around in a big circle to lure Feng Xinglang away from the door, before quickly rushing out of the room.

He had used a roundabout way!

However, the little guy\'s speed was not as fast as Feng Xinglang; the moment Feng Xinglang passed by him, he gave the little thing a hug and the little thing flew into his arms.

"Nuonuo, be good and don\'t run. "I\'m your father …"

"Let me go! You bastard! You\'re not my father! I don\'t have a father like you! "

The little fellow struggled up and kicked and kicked in Feng Xinglang\'s embrace; however, it was carried off the ground by Feng Xinglang.

"Regardless of whether you admit it or not, I am still your father! This is an iron fact, you can\'t change it! "

Feng Xinglang tightened his embrace, locking the little thing into his embrace.

"Let go of me … Let me go! "

The little guy was small, but he was full of hostility. Feng Xinglang\'s forceful embrace made him feel very uncomfortable, so he was determined not to compromise.

It was obvious that he was a stubborn person who would rather take the soft than the hard way! It was almost exactly the same as Feng Xinglang when he was young.

"Xinglang, let go of Nuonuo … If you hold him down like this, you\'ll hurt him. "

Feng Lixin immediately stepped forward to persuade the father and son duo who were competing with each other. She was worried that Feng Xinglang\'s carelessness would cause the 5-year-old kid to be injured.

It was completely impossible for Feng Xinglang to let go of his son Linnuo. This was his own son. Even in his dreams, he thought that this little thing could still live. He would never let go of his beloved son after he lost her.

Feng Xinglang\'s arms tightened around the little guy\'s kick. Being forced into a corner, the little guy could only use his own little head to look at Feng Xinglang\'s face and chin.

Xueluo who was accompanying Little Princess Feng Xiao Xue had just finished hissing when he heard his son Linnuo\'s screams. He immediately quickened his pace and rushed in.

He saw his son Linnuo struggling in Feng Xinglang\'s embrace, his face turning red.

"Mommy... Mommy, run! "

The little guy\'s instinctive reaction was to let Mommy Xueluo escape from the evil claws of that bastard\'s father, Feng Xinglang.

But how could Xueluo abandon her child and leave on her own?!

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Let go of Nuonuo!

Xueluo rushed over, wanting to snatch his son Linnuo from Feng Xinglang\'s embrace; however, he did not expect Feng Xinglang\'s sudden free hand to wrap him in half a hug.

With one arm holding his own son and the other hugging his wife, Feng Xinglang was completely satisfied.

It was as if at this moment, it filled up all the emptiness and loneliness he had experienced over the past five years.

"Xueluo, be good … Stop struggling! I won\'t hurt you. Nor will it hurt our children. "Wife!"

Feng Xinglang\'s aura was thick and heavy, it was urgent. Just like a warm bay, in an instant, it warmed Xueluo\'s floating heart.

"Feng Xinglang, you big bastard! You\'re not allowed to hold my mommy! "

The little guy in his arms didn\'t understand how warm and pure she was. He thought that this bastard\'s father was going to bully his mother.

When Feng Xinglang held onto his mother with one hand, the little guy was unable to reach his father\'s chin and could only bite Feng Xinglang\'s neck.

"Err …" Feng Xinglang, who was currently intoxicated with the recovery of his wife and children, suddenly let out a stuffy groan from the little guy\'s bite.

"Mommy, go! Go find your foster father! Let Father bring Old Tweleve and the rest to destroy Feng Xinglang! "

The little guy shouted with all his might, alerting the chaotic Xueluo. She took the opportunity to struggle free from Feng Xinglang\'s embrace.

But his son Nuonuo was still in Feng Xinglang\'s embrace, so where could he go?

"Lin Xueluo, where do you want to go? Your own son is in my hands. "

Feng Xinglang squinted his evil eyes and looked at Lin Xueluo, fearless: This little one is in his hands, are you afraid this big one will escape?

"Mommy, let\'s go! Leave me alone! Go back and call your foster father... Ask your foster father to bring the Old Tweleve to destroy him! "

The little guy urged Mommy Xueluo to leave. He would rather land in the hands of this bastard\'s father Feng Xinglang than let his mother, Xueluo, leave safely.

"Stinking brat!" I\'m your father! The Hetun is our common enemy! "You are such a fool to acknowledge you as your father?"

Feng Xinglang berated Hetun\'s foster father\'s son.

"You\'re the fool! You\'re a bastard! My foster father is a good person! He will save me! You just wait and see how it goes! "

The little guy was unwilling to be outdone by his father, Feng Xinglang, as he tried his best to maintain the image of the foster father Hetun.

Seeing that his own biological son was so stubborn, Feng Xinglang was so angry that his face turned green.

"Lin Xueluo, is this the child you taught? Allowing him to acknowledge others as his father? How did Hetun treat you back then, and how could you be so heartless as to let your son call you godfather? "

Feng Xinglang could not reason with his 5 year old son, so he glared at Xueluo.

"Hetun has raised Nuonuo for five years anyway, so what about you calling him your foster father? Instead, it\'s you, Feng Xinglang, what have you done for Nuonuo? What qualifications do you have to make Nuonuo recognize you as his father? "

Xueluo really couldn\'t stand Feng Xinglang\'s arrogance and domineering attitude. Could it be that this was what Feng Lixin meant when he said that his brother Feng Xinglang would sincerely bring both of them home?

That aggressive attitude, it wanted to swallow her alive! He truly didn\'t see any hint of sincerity.

Did he really think that this man would be sincere to him?

Even if he was this anxious, it was to get his own son back!

It did not matter to her, Lin Xueluo, at all!

"I do not have the qualifications to be Nuonuo\'s father. Lin Xueluo, have you ever given me the chance to be a good father before? "

"Feng Xinglang, I don\'t want to quarrel with you! Give your son back to me! "

Xueluo really didn\'t want to talk to this arrogant man at all. She rushed forward once again wanting to snatch the little guy back from Feng Xinglang\'s iron arms, but Feng Xinglang\'s arms were simply too tight, it was not something she could pull away from.

Xueluo did not dare to use too much strength, afraid that he would injure his son, Linnuo.

"Mommy, go! Don\'t worry about me! If we don\'t leave now, neither of us will make it out alive! Then, no one will inform your foster father! "

The little guy\'s words made Xueluo suddenly change his mind.

In a second, Xueluo stopped stealing his son\'s body and retreated a few steps away from the area that Feng Xinglang\'s arm could reach.

Then, he ran out of the room... He really ran away!