YM778.TV Chapter 1690
"Insect? Or a worm? "
Hetun felt awkward, "A little girl with such a nickname, why does it sound so awkward?"
Actually, it was more like Hetun wanted to say something along the lines of \'creepy\' or \'disgusting\'. However, his own son had given this bug a nickname for his granddaughter, so he had given it some face.
"Since little sister can\'t call me by that name, then I will call you Buggy!"
The little guy volunteered himself, more to the point, "Foster father, Mommy, from today onwards, just call me Buggy!"
"..." Hetun and Xueluo were startled.The nickname of \'Insect Worm\' wasn\'t something that could be easily heard, right?
"Who are you calling bugs?"
Following the low magnetic baritone, the warm and handsome Feng Xinglang slowly walked down the stairs. Time had precipitated his scholarly and steady demeanor, and between his brows was a trace of a seductive evil, revealing his innate king\'s demeanor.
"Ah Lang..."
Hetun called out. He looked at his outstanding and handsome biological son with incomparable gratification.This was the flesh and blood he shared with his beloved woman.
Hetun\'s eyes were filled with fatherly love. However, there was no way for her to vent it on her own son Feng Xinglang. All he could do was hug his grandson in his arms and kiss him again.
Feng Xinglang only glanced at Hetun indifferently, before looking at his son Feng Linnuo who was in his embrace.
"My good son, your father didn\'t hear wrongly did he? You actually want to fight with your sister for bugs? Is that name really that good? "
Feng Xinglang only asked along the meaning behind his words.
"Father, since sister is not suited to be called an insect, then let your son be called an insect!"
The little fellow climbed down from Hetun\'s body and ran all the way over to hug its father, Feng Xinglang\'s, waist.Of course, Feng Xinglang knew why his son was so excited to change his nickname to Buggy.
The little fellow didn\'t only worship Cong Gang, it also felt reluctant and fond of him.
"What a nice name, you can\'t just change it!"
Feng Xinglang slightly changed his breath, and carried his son who he had been looking forward to, "My son, please call him Nuonuo instead!""Then who is an insect? "Sister?" the little guy asked expectantly.
"NO!" You and your sister don\'t need to be called bugs! "Feng Xinglang kissed his son\'s little face, then said next to the little thing\'s ear: "The big caterpillar will forever live in our hearts! Even if you and your sister don\'t have to call him an insect, we won\'t forget him! Isn\'t that right? "
"Ah Lang, are you feeling better? Father brought some tonic for you and Xueluo, and got the Old Tweleve to send it in later. "
"No need! Keep it for yourself! " Feng Xinglang replied with a light voice.
The situation was indeed a little awkward. Fortunately, Hetun was already accustomed to his son\'s indifference."Dad, you haven\'t had breakfast yet, right? Come and eat together! "
Xueluo immediately tried to resolve the awkward silence between the father and son pair. "Nuonuo, go into the car and call you Twelfth Brother."
"Alright, I\'ll go now!" The little fellow immediately ran out to call for someone.
Xing Shi\'er did not want to eat Feng Family\'s breakfast. The culinary skills of the Shallow Water Bay\'s cooks far surpassed the Feng Family\'s cooking skills.
The crux of the matter was, Xing Shi\'er could not bear to see foster father Hetun being humiliated in front of his own son, Feng Xinglang!
He was afraid that on the spur of the moment, he would directly fight Feng Xinglang. If he accidentally crippled Feng Xinglang, foster father Hetun would be heartbroken again!
He felt that the foster father Hetun was completely torturing himself! Furthermore, he was always licking his face and delivered himself to others to be abused!
When Linnuo\'s little friend knocked on the car door, Xing Shi\'er was chewing on a delicious sandwich that he brought from Shallow Water Bay."Old Tweleve, why didn\'t you get off the car with your foster father? You are being lazy and not responsible! "
Xing Shi\'er glanced at Linnuo\'s little friend and continued to eat his sandwich.
"Old Tweleve, come eat breakfast at my house. Grandma An\'s breakfast is delicious. " The little guy became a bit gentler.
"Not at all!"
Xing Shi\'er scoffed, "Fifteen, if your father dares to disobey my foster father, do you think I should beat him up? Or beat him up?""Don\'t worry Old Tweleve, my biological father is chatting well with my foster father! They won\'t fight any more! "
The little guy climbed onto the carriage, dove into Xing Shi\'er\'s embrace obediently, and crawled onto his chest, feeling extremely at ease.
"Old Tweleve, where do you think people go when they die? Will he come back? Can he see us? "
In response to the little guy\'s sudden sad question, Xing Shi\'er instantly threw away the sandwich he was chewing on and hugged it tightly."Twelfth brother knows you miss Eighth Brother …" Actually, I miss him quite a bit too! This time, the reason my foster father is going back to the Pater Castle is so that he can erect a tombstone and be buried as a memorial grave. "
"He wants to set up a monument for eighth brother?"
The little guy immediately raised his head from Xing Shi\'er\'s embrace, "Then I must go back as well!"
"My father will definitely agree! I\'ll go in and tell my father! "
The little guy immediately climbed down from the car and ran back in a hurry.
In the living room, Hetun and Feng Xinglang were chatting rather happily. Linnuo\'s little friend only heard them mention a person called Old An Teng.
"Father … Father... My biological son wants to return to the Pater Castle with my foster father … "
"No way! "That\'s impossible!"
Before the little fellow could finish speaking, Feng Xinglang had scolded him sternly."Why can\'t I? Bastard Feng Xinglang, you are simply too overbearing! "
The little guy immediately stuck out his mouth.
"Nuonuo, why are you talking to your father?!"
Xueluo immediately moved his body and squatted over, stopping the father and son duo\'s confrontation.
"Mommy, I\'m going back to Pater Castle with my foster father to erect a grave for my eighth brother … But the bastard\'s father didn\'t agree! Eighth brother loves me so much, I want to set up a tablet for him and bury him … "Although the little guy was stern and fierce, his eyes were unavoidably watery.
"Nuonuo, listen to your father and stay by your parents\' side. Your eighth brother\'s funeral can be done with your foster father and your sworn brothers! "Perhaps it was because after experiencing Celeste\'s violent incident, the Hetun had tried to obey his son\'s wishes everywhere.
"This reason is reasonable. Then go! Take good care of yourself, and wait for your return, daddy and mommy. "
When Feng Xinglang said these words, Linnuo\'s little friend was emotionally moved.How could he not be moved by such a righteous and sincere father!
"Father, you are so great! Your son loves you! "
The little guy immediately dashed over and cutely hugged his father\'s waist.
Seeing the father and son pair getting back together, Xueluo\'s eyes were also filled with gratification.
However..."Set up a tombstone for your eighth brother to bury? Eighth Bro, he … What happened to him? " Xueluo asked in shock.