YM778.TV Chapter 1389
Xing Shiqi lowered his voice and said.
"Yes, they died with grievances!"
The little guy replied, "Dear dad, don\'t sleep anymore …. My second brother is going to die with grievance! "Perhaps at this moment, the little guy was just acting as a microphone player. He did not quite understand the meaning of dying with grievance.
Death with everlasting regret?
Is it that serious?Did he really have to see Feng Xinglang?
When did he become so popular? One after another, they wanted to see him?
The problem was that Feng Xinglang was not very familiar with this Xing Er!Feng Xinglang guessed: The heavily injured Xing Er probably wants to change him before death, and wants him to forgive the Hetun who has committed such a heinous crime!
Was that necessary?
Feng Xinglang didn\'t think so at all! If Xing Er was smart enough, he would understand the reason for their family\'s trip to Pater Castle!
And there was no need to add fuel to the fire to persuade Feng Xinglang!At the moment, Feng Xinglang who was feeling very tired also did not want to see Xing Er who was about to die. He was not in a good mood to listen to the chatter of a dying man so early in the morning! The key point was that he was not very familiar with this Xing Er!
"Xinglang... Xinglang... Wake up, Nuonuo is calling for you! "
Xueluo was woken up by her son\'s violent knocking sound. She pushed her husband who was sleeping and got up to get off the bed."Father … Open the door! "If you don\'t open the door, I will get kicked in …"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the little guy immediately rejected them. It was fine to deal with his father who loved to sleep, but his mother was still in the room! If my mother was not wearing clothes, or if she was wearing very little, then it would not be good! So the little guy decided to give up the crudeness of having someone kick at the door. It was just a verbal threat to the bastard\'s father.
Feng Xinglang grabbed the woman who wanted to stand up and shouted at the door, "Brat, you have guts! Have someone kick the door and try it! "
"Come on, come on, Mommy\'s here to open the door."Seeing that the father and son duo were fighting so early in the morning, Xueluo immediately opened his mouth to ease the tense atmosphere.
She knew that the big ones and the small ones were both stubborn people. Perhaps the original intention was for the father and son to talk back at each other, but if they were to provoke each other and things went out of control, that would not be good."This kid was spoiled by you to this extent!"
"You sound like you have spoiled me less!" The reason why our Nuonuo\'s hostility hasn\'t been corrected is all because of you, Feng Xinglang, the bastard whose partner is the tiger! "
Xueluo chastised her husband, Feng Xinglang, as she got up to open the door for the noisy and noisy little fellow.
Feng Xinglang rubbed the center of his brows pensively: If I let this little thing in, I probably won\'t be able to have a peaceful morning nap!
Just as the door opened, the little guy rushed towards his father who was lying on the bed.
"Father … Get up. My second brother seems to be in trouble … He said he wanted to see you! "
Fortunately, Feng Xinglang\'s father was dressed in a civilized manner. He was wearing what he needed to wear. It seems like I didn\'t do anything bad with Mommy last night!
"Your second brother can\'t take it anymore, you should go find a doctor, look for Hetun! You came to cause trouble for your father, this is not a filial act, do you understand? "
Feng Xinglang squinted his sleepy eyes and said. Even though the little guy disturbed Qing Meng, he still lovingly held the little guy\'s little body which was half lying on the bed, just in case he didn\'t fall out of the bed.
"The doctor and my foster father are here! My second brother said he had to see you! Otherwise, I will die with regrets! "
"I\'m not very familiar with your second brother …"
"I don\'t need to be very familiar with them either … "Dad, just get up and go see my second brother!"
The little guy struggled to pull one of Feng Xinglang\'s arm, and because he had used all his strength, he was still unable to move his father, Feng Xinglang, even by a bit.
"Bastard Feng Xinglang, you should lose some weight! You\'re about to turn into a ball! "
Because it was really unable to drag itself up to kiss father Feng Xinglang, the little guy could only snort in dissatisfaction.
"Xinglang, you should go see Xing Er! Maybe he has some unfulfilled wish … "Actually, what Xueluo had guessed was also true: Xing Er probably wanted to dissolve the hatred between Feng Xinglang and the Hetun!
"I think... "There\'s no need at all!"
Feng Xinglang really did not want to listen to a dying person\'s nagging. In other words, he didn\'t want to be forced to accept something!"It\'s necessary!"
The little guy let go of Feng Xinglang\'s arm and went forward to hug his neck, "I\'ll just treat it as my son begging you!"
Whenever the little guy begged Feng Xinglang with his pair of shining stars eyes, Feng Xinglang would more or less lose his principle!
Feng Xinglang pinched the little guy\'s cheek, "Alright! Then let your father give his son face! "
… ….
Feng Xinglang did not wash up, nor did he take care of himself. He only rubbed his face with his hands, then walked out with his son.Outside the bedroom door, there stood Xing Shiqi who had instigated the little guy. Looks like the gentleman who knocked on the door earlier was undoubtedly him!
Feng Xinglang only glanced at Xing Shiqi indifferently, "Lead the way!"
Passing through the main castle, Xing Shiqi brought the father and son pair to a deep castle. It was more like a small clinic.
The pungent smell of the disinfectant made Feng Xinglang\'s head hurt.At the end of the walkway, there were a few grieving foster son s; even Xing Shi\'er who was embarrassed to see others had come. It was enough to see Xing Er\'s position within this group of foster son. However, there were a few that were rather eye-catching.
"Old Tweleve..."Linnuo\'s little friend immediately threw away his father\'s hand and ran towards Xing Shi\'er.
Xing Shi\'er did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his hand to rub the little guy\'s head and shooed.
The little guy was quiet like this, as he raised his head to look up at Xing Shi\'er\'s head that was wrapped in the bandages.
So sad?
Could it be that Xing Er was already dead?It was even better if he died! Then it would be easier! She didn\'t need to listen to his breathless nagging!
All the foster son s made way for Feng Xinglang; he had no choice but to rush in.Since he had already come, it was unlikely that he would turn around and leave! But if Xing Er died halfway, that would save a lot of trouble!
But Feng Xinglang was thinking too much …
"Ah Lang, you\'re here?"The Hetun sat beside Xing Er\'s sickbed and held his hand.
And when Xing Er saw Feng Xinglang, his dark eyes shone brightly, as if it was the end of the world...