Chapter 440: "Fun" for dad

Three minutes later, Hetun seemed to have restored his calm reason.

In these three minutes, Xueluo didn't shrink back, and didn't evade. She just stood there in such a quiet way, against the anger of Hetun in a silent way.

"If your apology is sincere enough ... I can consider taking you to Shencheng to get fifteen now!"

Hetun used a cigar cutter to casually cut off the round head of the cigar, and then preheated the end of the cigar with a match. When the cigar tail was evenly heated and became black and shiny, he set the cigar. Into your own mouth.

Hetun's action is very old-fashioned, looking at Xue Luo's expression is slightly interesting.

Snow fell silent for two or three seconds, then walked a few steps towards Hetun on the sofa, and paused one meter away from Hetun.

With Hetun's skill, he would not worry about Xue Luo's sudden attack on him. He has enough speed to hit back any target that wants to attack him.

Therefore, Hetun waved and wanted to stay close to Xing Laoba.

With a quick pass, Xue Luo knelt straight in front of Hetun.

"This apology is sincere enough!"

Xue Luo stared at Xue Luo's eyes, kneeling upright.

Not to mention Xing Ba, even Hetun is a stun.

"Are you a little bit boned? How do you say kneeling? Even if there is no gold under your knee, it is not so soft bones!"

He Tun despised Xue Xue's sudden kneeling towards him.

Maybe he admires hard-bodied people like Feng Xinglang: even if he hits three shots, he must stand upright! Even if he fell to the ground, he would not bow to him.

"Nothing compares to my son's safety! Nor can he be!"

Snow falls deservedly. This is her mother's aspiration, and it is even more helpless.

Because in front of the powerful Hetun, playing against him fiercely is completely useless. Since it's not hard to come, it can only be soft with him!

He Tun glanced at Lin Xueluo who was kneeling straight in front of him, and seemed to feel that the girl was not only tough, but also able to flex and stretch.

"Okay, get up! I'll give you ten minutes to prepare. Let's go."

Hetun whispered, leaving the cigar's smoke in his mouth to taste it, flowing between his tongue, and then slowly spit out from his mouth. The natural king is noble.

I thought Snowfall would say: No preparation, I can come out with you now.

However, I didn't expect: Xue Luo crawled up from the ground, hurriedly ran towards his bedroom upstairs, packed up a few things as fast as possible, and then came downstairs. It took more than five minutes!

Seeing the breathless snow falling, Hetun seemed to laugh, but did not smile.

It can be said that Xueluo is the third woman who has been in Hetun for a long time.

The first woman, the mother of Feng Xinglang, already impressed him;

The second woman, the righteous woman, Lan Youyou, let Hatun know that women can also be used!

The third woman is Lin Xue in front of Hetun ...

A woman who can do everything for her child's sake, and bear the burden! Quite interesting!

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It took more than an hour for the children of Lin Nuo to adjust to the jet lag between Britain and Shencheng.

For more than an hour, he also adapted to the high-rise buildings like Shencheng's biscuit, crowded people, and a car connected to one another, like a fart. And the sky that was always gray.

The grandeur and grandeur of Fort Petter, and the vast forests surrounding it, are too big to go in and out.

"Twelve, why do you say so many big sisters don't wear trousers on such a cold day? They still have two legs exposed?"

"..."

"Twelve, you said that the road is blocked like this, why are they still sitting in the car waiting silly? Isn't it faster to walk?"

"..."

It seemed that such a deep question was asked Xing Shiliang, and he couldn't answer it, so the little guy stopped asking.

He was holding a small hand by Xing Shiliang, not holding the portrait in another small hand, and from time to time he was staring out of the crowd with big watery eyes.

The person on the painting is indeed Feng Xinglang. It was the little one who picked it up from the trash.

This adult version, and looks very much like his man, should be his own father.

In fact, the little guy's wish is: walk out of Peteburg with mommy to find father!

Ke Yifu Hetun only let his wish be fulfilled halfway: he asked Lin Nuo to go to Shencheng to find his father first, and then go back to Pete Fort with his father to pick up his mother Lin Xueluo.

The little guy can only agree.

After an hour, it was still futile. But the children of Lin Nuo still did not want to give up.

It is not easy to find a person who looks the same as the painting in this vast crowd.

In fact, Xing Shiliang knew: Feng Xinglang was now in the venture capital group of GK at this moment. But he did not take the little guy directly, but let the little guy experience the ‘fun’ of finding dad.

"Old twelve, is my dad handsome?"

Wei Dun, the little guy asked and answered, "He looks like me, of course he is handsome!"

So, he looked at Xing XII again, "Unfortunately, you look nothing like me! Otherwise, you will be handsome!"

"..." Xing Shiliang was speechless, except speechless.

Another hour later, Xing Shiliang came to GK Group with Xiaoyu. He didn't go in but sat on the flower garden outside the GK Group and waited.

"Old twelve, do you know my dad?"

"Should not know!"

"Then why did you bring me here?"

"intuition!"

"What is intuition?"

"... is a hunch!"

"Do you foresee my dad showing up here?"

"Ok!"

"Are you familiar with my dad?"

"Unfamiliar!"

"Then why do you expect my dad to show up here?"

"intuition!"

"What is intuition?"

"... is a hunch!"

"..."

A Rolls Royce slowly entered Linuo's sight.

For the past five years, Feng Xinglang still maintains some habits: dark casual clothes, restrained and calm but not dim; fashion casual but not dazzling.

Still rich and handsome, handsome and wild and wild; supplemented by the maturity and stability of the years, and the sense of vicissitudes ...

Lin Nuo's eyes were straight.

"Look, does that person look like your father?"

The little guy stared at Feng Xinglang drilled from Rolls-Royce while staring at the drawing paper ...

"Like! Too much! Like me! Just getting older!"

Lin Nuo's child was about to get up and catch up, but stopped again.

He stared at something.

Feng Xinglang, who got off from Rolls-Royce, walked around half of the body and carried a little girl, three or four years old, from the other side.