Chapter 1200 Selfish and Exclusive

Two days later, Hetun's private plane flew to Shanghai.

Lin Nuo's child has always been tired of being in Hetun's arms. It seems that he wants to show off to his biological father and mother: Forget it if you don’t love me, I still have a foster father who loves me the most!

During the ten-hour flight, Hetun always had a kind and resolute face full of smiles; his mood did not seem to be affected by being locked up in a small dark room two days ago.

When getting close to his grandson, he would glance at his son Xing Lang from time to time.

Feng Xinglang was silent all the way: thinking about some things and sighing at some things.

For example, this luxurious private jet not only demonstrates Hetun's wealth, but also his prominent identity and status. Even if you want to own a private jet, you can't fly out of the country just because you want.

Since it was not very likely that his son would talk to him, Hetun started chatting with his talkative daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo.

"Xueluo, Fifteen is almost seven years old. You and Alang need to hurry up and give Fifteen a younger brother or sister. Fifteen is just one person, and no one can pamper her!"

"..." This is another unmentionable topic.

Xueluo, who was reading a book, felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment: Your own son is obviously here, why do you have to tell her?

Xueluo looked at Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang kept looking sideways at the misty light clouds outside the porthole, which were within reach but seemed too blurry to be real.

"Your grandson is so petty and has so many favors, but he still doesn't think it's enough! If you add a younger brother or a younger sister to compete with him for favors...he's going to have a huge quarrel!"

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Xueluo had no choice but to answer Hetun on her own.

"Fifteen, is that what you think?"

Hetun lifted up the little guy sitting on Jin's lap and persuaded patiently: "It would be great to have a younger brother or younger sister to play with you!"

The little guy is indeed selfish and exclusive! but……

"How can I be so petty? As long as they are the brothers and sisters born by mommy, I will like them!"

The little guy pouted his lips arrogantly, "My bastard biological father and my mommy have secretly slept together so many times, but you haven't seen my mommy pregnant with a baby? You can't give birth to it yourself, so why not?" Blame me?!”

As for the most basic thing: the baby can only be born after the biological father and mother sleep together. This little guy still understands this common sense.

It's just that as soon as the little guy said this, Feng Xinglang and Xueluo hurt their own faces.

"Haha, it seems we mistakenly blamed Fifteen!"

Hetun took advantage of the situation and praised, "Fifteen pairs of future brothers and sisters are still very welcome, right?"

"Of course! The brothers and sisters my mother gave birth to are my closest brothers and sisters to Feng Linnuo. Of course I will like them!"

The little guy said generously. Then he hummed excitedly, "It's just...it would be a pity if my biological father and my mother couldn't have a baby!"

"Son, with your words, my father will definitely go all out to satisfy your wish for a younger brother and younger sister!"

Feng Xinglang has been listening. It wasn't until the little thing's words were too offensive that he responded in a leisurely voice.

"But don't let someone cry and say that mommy doesn't love you anymore."

This anti-general army... is still very close to father and son. There is no better son than a father.

"No way! No matter how many brothers and sisters Mommy has, she will still love me as her biological son!"

The little guy snorted loudly from his nostrils, "When the time comes, you, Feng Xinglang, will be able to sleep on the sofa, the floor, or the study!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The quarrel between the son and grandson caused Hetun to burst into hearty laughter again.

He looked so happy, as if he would be able to hold an extra grandson or granddaughter tomorrow.

…

Knowing that his uncle's family was coming back, Feng Tuantuan had been waiting at the door of the villa early in the morning.

It wasn't until about four o'clock in the afternoon that my uncle and his family came back.

"Uncle...uncle..."

As soon as the business car drove towards the villa, Feng Tuantuan ran up to him with his short legs.

"Tuan Tuan, stay away from the car door and be careful..."

Feng Lixin's reminder from behind had no effect, so he stepped forward and lifted his daughter out of the car door.

Tired from the journey, Feng Xinglang's tall and straight figure got out of the business car and hugged his niece who was rushing towards her.

"Uncle, I miss you so much...I miss you so much!"

The little cutie hugged Feng Xinglang's neck tightly and couldn't help but hum.

"Uncle also wants to be together!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little cutie's cheek and murmured: "I really, really, really want to!"

"Xueluo, Nono... you are back."

Feng Lixin came forward with a smile and hugged the strong Lin Nuo, "I'm eagerly looking forward to your return every day!"

"Brother..."

After Xueluo screamed, she hesitated to speak.

Looking at the smile on Feng Lixin's face, doesn't he know that Lan Youyou has passed away?

"Brother Nuonuo..."

The little cutie sniffed her sobbing nose, walked towards Lin Nuo, hummed and expressed her sadness to him: "Brother Nuonuo, Tuantuan's mommy is dead, Tuantuan has no mommy anymore! "

"If you die, just die!"

Lin Nuo snorted disapprovingly, "You are better off without that big witch mommy!"

"But what should Tuantuan do without mommy?"

The cute little girl burst into tears.

"Nothing to do!"

The little guy couldn't see Feng Tuantuan crying so sadly, "How about I ask Papa to find you a gentle and kind stepmother!"

"Tuantuan doesn't want stepmothers! Stepmothers are bad people and will eat children!"

This fairy tale killed a child... Feng Tuantuan cried even more sadly.

"Who says that stepmothers must be bad people? Your beautiful and kind-hearted sister Da Ranran is very good! She is gentle and loves you. What a good stepmother!"

Feng Xinglang glanced at Mo Ranran who was standing behind Feng Lixin, and praised him profusely.

Feng Tuantuan sniffed his snoring nose, first glanced at Mo Ranran, then looked back at Xueluo...

"Uncle, can Tuan Tuan choose you as mommy? If you love Brother Nuonuo so much, you will definitely love Tuan Tuan too."

After a series of ideological struggles, Feng Tuantuan still felt that a caring aunt would be safer and more reliable.

"OK."

Xueluo didn't think about it but readily agreed, "But, for now, aunt will be Tuan Tuan's mommy. After Tuan Tuan finds someone she likes to be her mommy, aunt will be aunt again, okay?"

"Okay! My aunt is the best! I love Tuantuan the most!"

The little cutie hugged Xueluo, who was squatting over, and kissed Xueluo affectionately on the cheek again and again, "Uncle, from now on, Tuan Tuan will call you mommy, okay?"

"good……"

"not good!"

Before Xueluo finished her words, she refuted Lin Nuo, "Slug, you are not my mommy's biological child, why do you call me mommy? My mommy is just my mommy, I am the only one who calls me mommy." Human mother!”

"Brother Nuonuo, you are so stingy!"

The little cutie's mouth was flat and she was sobbing sadly.

"Nono, just let sister Tuantuan call you mommy for a few days! I won't miss out on your meat!"

Xueluo persuaded her son while holding the crying Feng Tuantuan in her arms.

In fact, Xueluo didn't mind being Feng Tuantuan's mother for a few days. Especially after Lan Youyou is no longer in this world.

"Then we can only call for three days!"

Facing the crying Feng Tuantuan, Lin Nuo still made a concession.

Feng Tuantuan immediately nodded vigorously, "Thank you, brother Nuonuo."

Feng Lixin is not as fragile as everyone expected.

I always thought that he would be bedridden because of Lan Youyou's death, but not only was he able to go out to welcome the return of his younger brother Feng Xinglang and his family, he also occasionally showed a faint smile.

Xueluo didn't know whether Feng Lixin was pretending to be strong, but the calmness Feng Lixin showed made Xueluo feel relieved. At least he wasn't in agony.

"Old Mo, this is Lan Youyou's death certificate and cremation certificate. You go to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow to cancel your household registration."

Feng Xinglang handed the portfolio in his shoulder bag to Butler Mo. Only when Lan Youyou's household registration was cancelled, could Feng Lixin regain his identity as a widower and marry a new woman as his wife and stepmother for the young Feng Tuantuan.

"okay."

Butler Mo took it and sighed like a long sigh of relief.

"Lan Youyou's funeral... you follow my brother's arrangements. Keep everything simple."

"Okay, Second Young Master!"

…

During dinner, Bai Mo rushed to the Feng family. It must have been heard that Feng Xinglang's family was back.

Bai Mo came to see Feng Xinglang. A solemn and cold look on his face.

"Bai Mo? Why are you here? Have you eaten? Let Aunt An add some dishes and have a drink together?"

Bai Mo is not the kind of person who can hide things. His emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy were all reflected on his fair face.

"I'm not in as good a mood as you!"

Bai Mo gave Feng Xinglang a cold look and snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Then you go to the study and wait for me. I'll be fine in a moment."

Seeing that Bai Mo's visitor was unfriendly, Feng Xinglang did not continue chatting with him. He was simply asking for trouble.

"No! I'll leave after just a few words!"

Bai Mo's Adam's apple slid stiffly, "Feng Xinglang, are you free tomorrow?"

"There should be!"

Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Bai Mo, "What, Prince Mo wants to ask me out to enhance our brotherly relationship?"

"I selected several cemeteries for Bongo... Let's go take a look together tomorrow."

It seemed... Feng Xinglang then remembered that Yan Bang seemed to have been dead for a while!

Subconsciously, he has been unable to accept Yan Bang's death, and seems to feel that he should still be alive; but the cruel facts have repeatedly destroyed his weak premonition.

Because he knew clearly: Yan Bang's injury at that time could not create a miracle!

In other words, the probability that Yan Bang is dead is increasing little by little; the hope of survival is slim.

"I remember, I have a few very important board meetings to hold tomorrow. I probably don't have time to accompany you to visit the cemetery."

Feng Xinglang didn't even look at it, he picked up the fried pork with hot peppers in front of a few large chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth randomly.

He choked and his eyes turned red for a while!