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Those eyes looked at Feng Qingyu, with defensiveness and repulsion in them.

In his eyes, Shabei'er is the person he wants to get close to, but Feng Qingyu is a stranger. He has always been defensive and repulsive towards strangers. He doesn't like to be touched by strangers.

When I felt the unfamiliar breath coming, I made the most direct reaction.

He has been fond of guns since he was a child. He started playing with guns at the age of three, initially with toy guns. For his fourth birthday, the gift he wanted was a gun. At first, he was afraid that he would hurt himself, but Angelo disagreed.

However, the teacher he found for him discovered his amazing talent. He was only four years old, but he was so dexterous with a gun.

The only thing that can be hurt is because he may be Ruirui, his son who is full of guilt.

It penetrated into his heart so directly that it hurt him without any resistance.

Feng Qingyu stood there, like a sculpture. He looked at a certain point deeply and intently, watching the little figure disappear from his sight.

Sha Beier stood up from Tong Yanjue's arms and immediately stopped Feng Qingyu from touching Ruirui.

Even if he could keep Ruirui, he couldn't force him to stay.

"yes!"

She pursed her thin lips tightly and finally uttered two words.

Shabei'er felt a little more condemnation for the person Ruirui called daddy. But it was only for a moment, and she took it back. She was not qualified to condemn, Ruirui left her side for more than four years. If it weren't for the person called An

Jero's man, maybe Ruirui really can't come back...

Don't dare to do anything, don't dare to force.

"Auntie, let's go."

"Feng Qingyu, don't even think about hurting Rui Rui again."

He didn't bother to focus on Tong Yanjue at all. In Feng Qingyu's eyes, it was a waste of his time. His attention was now on the little boy.

From the moment Feng Shao asked them to get out of the way, everything seemed a little different. Is all this really related to Sha Beier?

But, why did you let Sabelle go and go to Sardinia again...

One word, Angelo didn't say much. Shabelle looked at Angelo, and the look in his eyes revealed his confirmation.

This was not like a revealing expression that Feng Qingyu could express at all. Such a direct reaction made Leng Feng's eyes grow deeper and deeper.

He murmured and wanted to ask something else, but he seemed to think of something and didn't speak again.

They are all smart people. Feng Qingyu knew very well that Angelo was not a fool. He also knew that the situation in front of him made Angelo understand something. In fact, he had not even had the last doubt in his heart. That kind of

Due to the instinctive connection between father and son, he was already sure that the little boy in front of him was Ruirui...

"Never heard that Angelo had a son."

Feng Qingyu stood up and walked inside.

Staring straight ahead, he gave cold instructions to the cold wind as he started the car.

There was not much emotion in his words, but those eyes were bright and full of affection. Unlike when facing Feng Qingyu, his eyes were obviously repulsive and defensive. The difference between the two was really big.

He just looked at the little boy...

Angelo almost did not hesitate. He would never refuse his son's request.

This sentence obviously made the little boy very happy. He let go of Shabelle's hand and stood up from her arms. He handed one hand to Angelo and then the other hand to Shabelle: "Auntie, go home."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard not to fall, fearing to offend the little boy in front of her. But her eyes could not hide her expectation for the answer and her love for him.

The two words that came out of his thin lips were filled with pain and disbelief. His dependence and love for Shabelle was so obvious, but he was so repulsive to himself.

Feng Qingyu's voice was cold and penetrating. The driver sitting in the driver's seat immediately got out of the car. As soon as he got out of the car, Feng Qingyu had already bent over and sat in.

In his eyes, Angelo is particularly powerful.

His son...

Although Leng Feng hoped in his heart that Sha Bei'er could leave here and live a peaceful life. However, looking at Feng Qingyu's eyes now, standing there, looking at the car getting further and further away, the emotion in his eyes was so strong.

It's impossible to ignore such feelings...

After the four people left, Feng Qingyu also walked out. His eyes followed the few people, and he followed them out expressionlessly.

Feng Qingyu's pupils tightened again...

He actually controlled Feng Qingyu's weaknesses so easily...

Shabelle nodded vigorously, holding the little boy's hand, reluctant to let go.

Feng Qingyu was stunned and looked at the little boy in front of him, holding the gun firmly in his hand. His eyes were full of rejection and cold hatred for himself.

He really couldn't, or should say he didn't dare.

She was bullied...

He clenched his fists tighter and tighter, until the car disappeared from his sight. Feng Qingyu also didn't move for a long time, standing there as if he was petrified.

Following Shabelle, as a protector, Angelo held the little boy's hand, and the little boy held Shabelle's hand. The four of them walked out.

Angelo moved his eyes away from the little boy and looked at Shabelle. The little boy's dependence on Shabelle was very obvious, and the way Shabelle looked at the little boy was enough to explain everything. Give her a brief moment

Angelo felt at ease taking care of the little boy.

That's his son...

There was admiration in his eyes, but he did not stop his son from drawing the gun. The son's love for women was obvious. The son who did not like to approach strangers actually took the initiative to approach the woman named Shabell. The expression in his eyes and face was undoubtedly fondness.

, Angelo was very sure about his understanding of his son.

They are waiting for Feng Qingyu's order. If they are not allowed to leave, they will try their best to stop it...

When the little boy sat down, he looked at Shabelle who was following him.

Shabei'er was unmoved at all. The little boy behind her seemed to have been recognized by her as her son. The desire to protect her spontaneously emerged when the little boy rejected Feng Qingyu.

meaning.

As expected of his son...

He was no longer sure that Rui Rui could be left intact. If Angelo fought against him, bullets would have no eyes, and neither would the knife. Even if it was a collision, he would not allow it.

Feng Qingyu seemed not to notice the gazes of everyone. He had no emotions in their eyes. He had no mood swings. He had never seen such leaked emotions once after being with him for so long.

"Let's go home together."

She couldn't figure out why Feng Qingyu let her go, why he let them go when it was almost certain that it was Ruirui.

The body trembles slightly, the mind is shocked...

This was obviously a sure win, but I didn’t understand why it ended with Shabelle being taken away.

"Master Feng seems to be very interested in my son. Unfortunately, my son is not very friendly to people he doesn't like."

The little boy didn't speak. When he heard Shabelle's request, he stretched out his little hand and hugged Shabelle actively. He buried himself in her arms again and put his little face on her chest.

How could Feng Qingyu let himself go...

No matter what, she couldn't let him succeed. She couldn't control her emotions just now. Fortunately, he still didn't show his little face. Even though Feng Qingyu was 99% sure in his heart, as long as he didn't show his little face,

He wasn't sure either.

He is still within his sphere of influence and cannot relax.

The sudden voice brought back Feng Qingyu's excessively wandering gaze. Feng Qingyu's gaze quietly retracted, as if the body of a statue finally moved. His legs moved, but he still didn't say a word.

He said, silently walking towards his car. The door had already been opened, and instead of sitting in the back, he walked around to the driver's seat.

Angelo also stands at the top of his arrogance and is patient with his son. He has never been sympathetic or kind to others, let alone patient. In this aspect, Angelo and Feng Qingyu have the same purpose.

Similarities...

"Master Feng, let's talk."

"Snow White."

Because the child's most direct reaction, that is, the most direct sharp blade, stabbed directly into Feng Qingyu's chest...

Her eyes were so sore, what on earth had her Ruirui experienced in the years since she left her...

Angelo raised the corners of his eyes slightly at Feng Qingyu's rejection. In his eyes, Feng Qingyu's answer now was a desperate struggle. Obviously, when he said he wanted to talk to Feng Qingyu, he had already taken control of everything.

, it was very clear what kind of answer Feng Qingyu would give him. He looked at the little boy and Shabei Er who were hugging each other over there, and then looked away and then looked at Feng Qingyu who also just looked away and said:

"You can try."

That is not an action that a child should have, and a gun is not something that a child should have...

Feng Qingyu kept reaching out, and when he saw the expression on the little boy's face, his expression changed instantly.

What was taken away was the attachment in his heart...

"Where's aunt?"

"May I have your name?"

The little boy obviously listened to his father's words. Angelo spoke, his eyes still looked at Feng Qingyu defensively, but he still trusted his father and put away the gun. His little hand was put into Angelo's big hand again, letting him hold it.

live.

As long as she is here, she will never let Feng Qingyu hurt Rui Rui. She will not let anyone hurt Rui Rui. She cannot bear the pain of losing Rui Rui again...

Sha Bei'er was taken away from him, but Feng Qingyu didn't say a word to stop him. This is not Feng Qingyu's character at all, and it is impossible for them to believe that Angelo really holds Feng Qingyu's
To be continued...