Xueluo couldn't tell whether Hetun, who had always been cold-blooded and murderous, really liked his son Lin Nuo.

But judging from Hetun's laughing expression, it seemed that there was no need for him to pretend to a five-year-old pity.

It's just that Xueluo doesn't know if there is some conspiracy hidden behind Hetun's smile.

In fact, Xueluo is still very grateful to Hetun for providing a stable environment for their mother and son for five years.

Don't let her be frightened, don't let her suffer, don't let her have no branches to rely on, don't let her be displaced.

The snow fell, and he really didn't want to know the conspiracy behind Hetun. But every time when the snow fell to be more reasonable, she had to analyze what Hetun's conspiracy was.

Sometimes Xueluo will also think: Hetun loves his son Lin Nuo so much, he shouldn't use the little guy as a tool, right?

But Xueluo will inevitably be worried: a particularly calm and rational man like Hetun should distinguish between liking and revenge.

Perhaps deep in Hetun's heart, pampering Lin Nuo and revenge on Feng Xinglang have never been confused!

"Fifteen, do you like your father-in-law?"

Hetun lifted Lin Nuo's child above his head and let him ride on his shoulder. This kind of pampering action, no matter how you look at it, looks like an elder's doting act on a junior.

"If you're good enough, I can still like you a little bit!"

Lin Nuo's children rode on Hetun's neck, hooked Hetun's neck with a pair of small short legs, and came to a difficult Dapeng to spread its wings.

Fifteen, it was chosen by the snow falling in desperation.

On the day of Lin Nuo's child's first birthday, Hetun's celebration of the little guy was unique.

The whole of Pate Castle was as happy as if he had married his wife, and the flowers were full of flowers, and the fire trees and silver flowers never sleeped.

The last item is to let Lin Nuo's children draw lots.

It's not about choosing what you like to do, but about choosing Hetun's name and ranking for the little guy.

From the eldest to the thirteenth, they are all within the range of options.

The numbers were written on a piece of paper, and the children were asked to choose one of them.

At that time, Xueluo thought: Hetun's righteous son has been ranked from the eldest to the twelfth, if his son Lin Nuo chooses the thirteenth, it's fine, but if he chooses others, such as the fourth, fifth, and eighth, isn't there two fourths or fifths and eighths?

Xueluo can't stop Hetun from adopting his son Lin Nuo as his adopted son.

Perhaps this is one of the important reasons why Hetun brought their mother and son back to Fort Peter.

At that time, Xueluo only saw a glass of black wine in front of each of the other righteous sons, and later Xueluo learned that the black wine was a neurotoxin, and drinking it would kill people instantly.

In other words, Hetun will not let his righteous son appear in duplicate rankings and titles.

For example, if Lin Nuo's child accidentally chooses the fourth child, then the original Xing Laosi must solve it by himself.

The river is cruel, but also cold-blooded and ruthless. All the righteous sons are just tools for him to use.

Summon, he will come immediately; Lingering, he wants to go immediately.

There is also a terrible sign: since Hetun was personally 'persuaded to return' by a certain Shuji, Xueluo has never seen Xing San again.

Perhaps, Feng Xinglang's promise of his 'hugging the beauty' is ultimately just a dream that Xing San will never come true!

A little puppet child who is only one year old, he doesn't know anything. Babbling and burrowing in Hetun's arms, looking at the numbers lined up in front of him with novelty.

"Little thing, my father-in-law will read it to you one by one, if you like that ranking, just squeak with your father-in-law, understand?"

Of course, Lin Nuo's children didn't understand, and he rummaged through the toys that occasionally appeared magically on Hetun with his little hands.

"Boss...... Dick ...... The third ......"

Hetun reads slowly, giving the little guy enough time to react; But things don't seem to be interested in the 'old man' read by Hetun, but more interested in the delicate pistol on Hetun's body.

Hetun didn't hide it, and let Lin Nuo's children play with it.

To be honest, Xueluo's heart was so nervous that he couldn't do it, for fear that his one-year-old son Lin Nuo would go off the rails. It was only later that she learned that bullets had to be loaded first. And what a trigger safety bolt.

In other words, it was safe for his son Lin Nuo to play with Hetun's delicate pistol. This is only known after the snow comes.

When he didn't know it, as soon as his son Lin Nuo pulled out the gun from Hetun, Xueluo was so nervous that he couldn't do it.

"Old Seven...... Old Eight ......"

When Hetun read 'Old Eight', Lin Nuo's child, who was originally playing with a pistol, suddenly paused, and then kept muttering in his small mouth, "Eight...... Eight...... Eighty-eighty-eight ......"

In fact, only Xueluo can understand, and his son Lin Nuo is not the 'eight' he reads at all, but the 'father' he reads.

Since giving birth to the little thing, Xueluo will teach his son Lin Nuo to teach 'Dad' and 'Mom' when no one is around.

"Haha...... Little thing, you like the old eight, don't you? ”

Hetun laughed heartily. kissed the little guy on the little face that kept chanting 'eight-eight-eight'.

Xue Luo clearly felt that Xing Laoba's face was not calm and jumped a few times, and then slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the glass of black wine.

Faintly, the snow fell with an ominous premonition: that black glass of wine must not be a good thing!

"Wait a minute! I don't like the eighth! I don't like what my child is called! I like it...... Fifteen! Yes, fifteen! The meaning of the full moon is good! ”

Fifteen, it was blurted out when the snow fell. Anyway, it's much better than what old thirteen people are!

The key is that there is no need to involve other righteous sons of Hetun to die.

Hetun paused, as if waiting for the Lin Nuo child in his arms to react whether he liked it or not.

"Nono, you like 'Fifteen', don't you? If you like it, just nod it, and Nono will have neei to drink! ”

Xueluo immediately began to persuade his son Lin Nuo.

As soon as the little guy heard Mommy say that he had milk to drink, he immediately turned his little head into a wavy drum, and tried to flutter into Xueluo's arms.

Looking at the little thing in his arms nodding vigorously, Hetun happily clapped.

"That little thing is called Fifteen! Fifteen sounds good! ”

Hetun pampered the little guy on the cheek again and kissed him, "Fifteen...... Fifteen...... Little one, my father-in-law will call you fifteen in the future! ”

Xing Laoba held the hand containing the black liquor and slowly let go. It's almost a trip from the ghost gate.

Subconsciously, he looked at Xueluo with gratitude.

Xueluo also secretly let go of his nervousness, and returned a pale and weak smile to Xing Laoba.

She is kind.

Her kindness will make others feel extremely warm.

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