Lita didn't know if the ruthless and cold- blooded He Inhibit was truly in love with her son, Lin.
But from the laughing expression on the river bank, it seemed that there was no need for him to put on airs in front of a five-year-old child.
It was just that Lita didn't know if there was a scary conspiracy behind the smile in the river bank.
Actually, Lita was still very grateful that the river house had provided the two mother and son with five years of peace.
To avoid her shock, to avoid suffering, to avoid having no one to rely on, and to avoid being homeless.
Lita really didn't want to know the conspiracy hidden in the river house, but every time when Lita was extraordinarily rational, she had to analyze what the river house's conspiracy was.
Sometimes Lita thought, "He doted on my son so much in Henry, Lin probably wouldn't treat my little fellow as a tool for his use, would he?"
But it was inevitable for Lita to be worried. A man like Henry, who was particularly calm and rational, should be very clear about the two matters of love and revenge.
Perhaps deep in the heart of the river, loving Lin and taking revenge on Alex had never been confusing!
"Fifteen, do you like adoptive father?"
The river bank lifted Lin over his head and let him ride on his shoulder. This kind of love, no matter how you looked at it, was like an elder doting on the younger generation.
"If f you perform well enough, I can still like you a little bit!"
Lin was riding on the neck of the river bank, with a pair of short legs around the neck of the river bank, and then he spread his wings like a giant hawk, which was very difficult to reach.
The 15th was what Snow had to do when it was forced to do.
On the day of Lin marriage, the celebration given by the river bank to the little fellow was a new and unique one.
The whole Payt Castle was full of celebrations and celebrations, just like the way he married his wife in Henry Town. The fire tree and silver flowers never went out at night.
The last thing was to let Lin doze off.
He didn't choose what toys he liked, but how to call and arrange the little fellow in Henryinstead.
All the way from the boss to the 13th brother, they were all under the option of choosing.
His expertise was written on paper, so that little friend Lin could choose one from it.
At that time, Lita thought, "The foster son of the river bank has been ranked from the oldest to the twelfth oldest. It would be fine if his son Lin chose the thirteenth oldest, but if he chose others, such as the fourth oldest, the fifth oldest and the eighth oldest, won't there be two oldest sons or the fifth oldest oldest brothers?"
Lita couldn't stop the river house from taking her son, Lin, as an adopted son. Perhaps, that was one of the important reasons why the River Station had brought the mother and son back to the Castle of Pete.
At the time, Lita only saw that there was a cup of black wine in front of every foster son of hers. Later on, Lita knew that the black wine was a neurotoxin. If she drank it, she would die immediately.
In other words, the riverside wouldn't allow his adopted son to line up and address him repeatedly.
For example, if Lin accidentally chose Fourth, then the original Fourth would have to finish her off.
The river bank was cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless. All the adopted sons were just tools for him to use.
If he wanted to attack, he must attack; if he wanted to attack, he must attack.
There was another terrible sign: Since the river bank was 'restrained' by a certain scholar, Lita had never seen Xavier Again
Perhaps Alex's promise of winning his heart's beauty would only end up in Sam dream that would never come true!
He didn't know anything about the one-year- old child. He gurgled in the arms of the river bank, looking at the rows of numbers in front of him.
"Little thing, foster father will recite the past to you one by one. If you like that line, you can just say hello to foster father, do you understand?"
The little boy Lin certainly didn't understand. He used his meaty little hands to rummage through the bodies of the riverilla, trying to find a magical toy.
"Eldest brother... Second brother... Third brother..."
The river pestle read very slowly, giving the little fellow enough time to react, but it seemed that it was not interested in the image of the old man of the river substrate, but more interested in the exquisite pistol he was wearing.
Lin didn't hide anything in the river and let Lin play with it.
To be honest, Lita was so nervous that she was afraid that her one-year-old son, Lin, would run off the gun. Only later did she know that the bullet had to be reloaded first, and there was also a trigger and safety bolt. In other words, his son, Lin, played with the well-made pistol in the river bank and was very safe. Only when the snow fell behind did he know about it.
When she didn't know, as long as her son Lin pulled out the gun from Henry body, Lita would be extremely nervous.
"7th brother... 8th brother..."
When Henry read the words "Eighth", Lin, who was playing with his pistol, suddenly stopped, and then his mouth kept muttering, "Eight... Eight... Eight... Eight..."
Actually, only Lita understood what he was saying. His son Lin wasn't the 'Eight' title, he was the 'Dad' title that he was talking about.
After giving birth to the little thing, Lita would take the opportunity to teach her son Lin to teach "father" and "mommy" when no one was around.
"Haha... little thing, you like Lin, don't you?"
The river pond began to laugh heartily. The little fellow continued to think about 'eight eight eight eight and gave her a vicious kiss on her small face.
Lita clearly felt that Xavier expression was not calm as it jumped a couple of times. After which, she slowly stretched out her hand and picked up the cup of black colored wine.
Vaguely, Lita had an ominous premonition: That cup of black alcohol was definitely not some good thing!
"Wait a minute! I don't like the eighth! I don't like my son's name! I like... Fifteen! Yes, fifteen! It means that the moon is full and the flowers are full!"
It was lita who blurted it out on the spot. Anyway, it was much better than the so-called Little Thirteen!
The key was that he didn't need to implicate the other godsons in the river bank to die.
The river bank paused for a moment, as if it was waiting for the reaction of Lin, who was in his arms, whether he liked her or not.
"Lin, you like him don't you? if you like it, nod your head. Nu has drunk drugs!" Lita a immediately began to persuade her son, Lin.
The moment the little guy heard that mommy had milk to drink, he immediately turned his little head into a wavy drum and tried his best to jump into Lita's arms.
Looking at the little creature in her arms nodding vigorously, the river bank happily made a decision.
"Then the little thing is called fifteen! fifteen sounds good!"
The river bank kissed the little fellow's cheek again and again. "Fifteen... fifteen... little fellow, from now on, my adoptive father will call you fifteen!"
Xavier eighth brother's hand that held the juicy black wine slowly loosened. He had practically roamed through the Gate of Hell once.
Subconsciously, he looked at Lita with gratitude.
Lita also secretly let out a breath of tension, and replied with the pale and weak smile of Xavier.
She was kind.
Her kindness would make people feel incomparably warm.