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When Linnuo entered the villa, the foster father Hetun was drinking by himself.

From the gentle red wine, he drank a lot of brandy. Hetun who reeked of alcohol had already become intoxicated.

Amongst the foster son s, other than Xing Shi\'er, who still had a few words to say to Hetun, the rest of them did not dare to say or dissuade Xing Shi\'er. Standing by the side like a wooden stake, he paid attention to Hetun who was pouring and drinking.

"Foster father... Why are you drinking again? Didn\'t Frank say: You can\'t drink too much wine? "Why did you disobey me again!"

Frank was Hetun\'s personal doctor.

The little fellow rushed in from outside and directly snatched the wine cup from Hetun\'s hands, ignoring everything else.

The little thing spilled the wine all over the table and half of his sleeves. Although the little thing didn\'t like the smell of alcohol, it was still better than being drunk by foster father Hetun.

Ten … Fifteen... You. Why are you here? Quick, get your foster father to hug you... "

When Hetun saw that the one who snatched his cup of wine was actually Little Fifteen, the anger that rushed to his head once again instantly dropped down.

"The stench of rotten wine all over your body. I don\'t need you to carry me when I\'m 15!"

The little fellow pinched its nose in disgust. Even though he loathed it, he was still pulled into Hetun\'s embrace after half a push, and sat on his strong legs.

"Fifteen... My foster father\'s obedient child … You\'re the only one who cares about your foster father the most … [My foster father truly didn\'t love you for nothing …] My fifteenth is the most obedient! "

Hetun\'s voice was tainted with a thick smell of alcohol. He hugged the little fellow in his embrace, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Father, why are you drinking so much? "It\'s hurting my body a lot!"

The little guy used his other hand to block Hetun\'s nose and mouth that was emitting the scent of alcohol.

Actually, the little guy wanted to say: Not only is my body injured, but it also stinks!

"Fifteen... Father will listen to you and not drink anymore! "

With a loud clang, Hetun swept all the wine bottles and other objects on the table that had already been opened, or had not yet been opened, onto the ground.

"Father, what is the matter with you that makes you unhappy? You can tell Fifteen not to drink alone! "

The little guy took the wet paper from Xing Shi\'er and wiped clean the remaining wine stains on Hetun\'s face.

Hetun stared deeply at Little Fifteen\'s face, which looked exactly like his father\'s, Feng Xinglang\'s, little face, and stroked it a little.

"Fifteen, I am actually your biological grandfather … Do you understand? "

Borrowing the alcohol, Hetun didn\'t need to worry about all that, because holding it back in his heart was simply too unbearable. So, as he was stimulated by the alcohol, he said those words without restraint.

The little fellow frowned. Instinctively, he thought that foster father Hetun was drunk and was already talking nonsense.

"If you want to be my grandfather, then wouldn\'t I become a grandson? "This is bad!"

Even if it was the Hetun\'s nonsense after getting drunk, the little guy would not give way. He did not want to lose his seniority to Old Tweleve.

"Fifteen, I really am your biological grandfather! Your father, Feng Xinglang... He is … He is my own son! "

Hetun, who was still half drunk and half awake, did not want to hold back anymore.

It was easy to spit it out!

However, the little fellow had a completely different feeling: I\'m finished. My foster father really got drunk this time! and even dragged his bastard father, Feng Xinglang, into this.

Not only did he have to be his grandfather, but he also had to be his biological father?

[My father is so drunk …]

After taking advantage of him, would he still want to take advantage of his father, Feng Xinglang?

Although the little guy still held some respect towards the Hetun, Feng Xinglang was the little fellow\'s father. He definitely could not allow his own father to be taken advantage of along with him.

"Foster father, I can\'t do it anymore! Feng Xinglang had a father. Although he\'s already dead, he probably won\'t agree to let you be his father! You should go find someone else! I feel that Yan Bang is right! The strong one will fight it out with the Old Four and the Old Five! "

The reason the little guy mentioned Yan Bang was because he felt that if foster father Hetun really accepted Yan Bang as his master, then Yan Bang would definitely be more obedient. Then he would not be so arrogant as to hug and kiss that bastard Feng Xinglang!

In the little guy\'s heart, his own father had been kissed by someone, and it was even Feng Xinglang who had revealed his face, it was simply too embarrassing!

"Don\'t mention that Yan Bang! When there\'s free time, your foster father will definitely eliminate him! "

Subconsciously, the Hetun was still unwilling to let Yan Bang go.

The little guy was startled for a moment. Although Yan Bang kissed bastard Feng Xinglang, he shouldn\'t be destroyed by the foster father Hetun, right?

To be honest, the little guy quite enjoyed being treated like a young master by Yan Bang\'s servants in the Yulong City.

There was an endless amount of delicacies and an inexhaustible number of toys, so it was better for Yan Bang not to die!

A small lesson will do! It was enough to let him know that he was wrong!

"Fifteen, I am really your biological grandfather; your biological father, Feng Xinglang\'s father! That Feng Yishan is only an imposter! "

Here it comes again!

Linnuo\'s little friend saw that the more foster father Hetun talked, the more serious he got, the more excited he got.

Looks like I really can\'t drink too much of this wine! You start talking nonsense the moment you drink it!

"Alright, I understand. Godfather, you should hurry up and wash up and go to bed, it\'s already very late! "

Seeing that Hetun endlessly wanted to be his\' biological grandfather \', Linnuo\'s little friend started to coax the drunk Hetun.

"Fifteen, call me grandpa … "How about it?"

Hetun\'s request was getting more and more excessive.

Honestly speaking, given foster father Hetun\'s age, there was nothing wrong with calling him grandfather!

However, there were Old Four, Old Five and the rest watching from the side. How could this little fellow still call them that?

They would definitely laugh their heads off! The little guy didn\'t want them to ride on his head!

"If you want me to call you grandpa, that\'s fine too … But you have to let them call first! Starting from the Old Four. "I am the youngest, I will shout last!"

This little fellow\'s brain was truly unusually quick-witted.

This way, not only would foster father Hetun\'s wish of being a \'grandfather\' be fulfilled, they would also be able to avoid being laughed at by the rest.

"..." Xing Shi\'er\'s and the others\' faces turned green.

When Hetun lowered his head to kiss the little guy, he immediately scattered like a bird.

An hour had passed since he coaxed foster father Hetun into a comfortable state of mind.

Linnuo thought about it and felt that he should go discuss it with the Old Tweleve.

After all, their biological father, Feng Xinglang, was still a patient, so it would be inconvenient for him to personally go deal with the guy wearing black glasses who sent out pictures in front of their kindergarten\'s entrance.

If Old Tweleve was willing to make a move, it would definitely be an easy task.