Novel Bin Chapter 1396
However, Hetun acknowledged his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo\'s words in front of the little fellow, "Foster father also hopes to be fifteen years old and live a peaceful life! Don\'t be like your foster father who fights and kills every day. It\'s too bloody and ruthless! "
Hetun caressed the back of the little fellow\'s head, his eyes filled with unrelenting love.
Thinking that his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, was unable to bear with it any longer, Hetun couldn\'t help but sigh. "If your biological father and mother could give you a younger brother or sister, then it would be great!"
"Why do you insist on having a brother or sister?"
The little guy pouted with his mouth pouting. "Isn\'t it fine to be fifteen people? I didn\'t think you guys especially doted on me either! "
"..."
How much more painful was this? How could he pet her? If he did, he would fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
"How can your foster father not love you?"
Hetun rubbed her cheeks together with the little fellow. "As long as you have time to rest, I\'ll always think of you, this little thing!""You\'re still waiting for your time to think of me?"
The little guy discontentedly snorted, "You just like me!""Brat …" Why are you so popular with your foster father! " Hetun once again rubbed his cheek against the little fellow.
The impatient little fellow struggled out of Hetun\'s arms."Father, I\'m going to go see the Old Tweleve."
"He left just like that? Aren\'t you going to lie down with your foster father for a bit longer? "
"Old Tweleve\'s face has been ruined, and he\'s not in a good mood. I\'ll go over and comfort him!"
Therefore, it was no wonder that the Pater Castle liked this little thing.
The little guy knocked on the door for a good while, before Xing Shi\'er slowly opened it.
"Why are you here? Don\'t you have to accompany your foster father? "
"Let me talk to you to relieve my boredom!" Without waiting for Xing Shi\'er\'s reply, the little guy directly burrowed inside.The gauze over Xing Shi\'er\'s head had just been recently changed, and he was dressed in white.
"Old Tweleve, you don\'t have to mind it! It\'s a great honor to have a scar on a man\'s face! "This little guy really knew how to comfort people. Maybe he didn\'t take the disfigurement seriously at all.
Xing Shi\'er once again walked in front of the changing mirror and carefully observed the injuries on his face. It was obvious that he cared a lot about his appearance. Everyone loves beauty.
"Oh right, fifteen, your uncle is that Feng Lixin. Is there any side effects on his face now? Does it look like there are particularly obvious scars? And his facial movements and muscle movements, will they be restricted? "
Xing Shi\'er asked the little fellow many questions in a row. Professional or unprofessional."Of course not! My uncle is handsome again! And he even talked about a new girlfriend! Very happy! "
Xing Shi\'er was silent for a moment: He had seen Feng Lixin a few times. But on the surface, Feng Lixin looked no different from a normal person. But whether there was anything abnormal on the surface, he would have to ask Feng Lixin for it.
"Fifteen, if Twelfth Brother turns ugly, will you still love Twelfth Brother the most?""That\'s a must!"
"Come on! You only know how to make me happy! Old Fourteen has now become your Uncle, and is even older than us! "
Xing Shi\'er muttered in dissatisfaction, even though he was already a 20 year old adult, he could not help but be so childish. more or less influenced by this single living environment.
"Call me Uncle, it\'s all for my mother\'s sake! Actually, fifteen is Old Tweleve\'s most beloved! "The little guy hopped over, and hugged Xing Shi\'er\'s long legs in a spoiled manner.
"I believe you!"
Xing Shi\'er patted the little guy\'s head, and immediately became a lot happier.
… ….
Under normal circumstances, Xueluo would only stay in his own room or study most of the time.
Even when she had washed herself and gone to bed, she would put on her clothes.After all, the Pater Castle was filled with men. Xueluo would pay attention to these details intentionally to minimize his sense of existence. This was also a way for a woman to survive among a group of men.
After dinner, his son Linnuo went to accompany Hetun, and Feng Xinglang went to visit Xing Ba, who was still unable to walk normally.When Feng Xinglang came in, a nurse was wiping off his body.
After seeing Feng Xinglang, it was inevitable that Xing Ba would be a little uncomfortable, so he stopped the nurse and pushed him out.Feng Xinglang sat down on the chair opposite of the bed, and looked at the pale, bloodless Xing Ba with an indifferent gaze.
"Hetun... Is it really worth it for you to be so loyal? One injury after another.
In short, Feng Xinglang did not sense much of the shining light on the Hetun\'s body, which made him suspicious that Xing Ba and the others were actually this loyal.
Tomorrow was the day of Xing Er\'s funeral. Other than the few severely injured foster son and Hetun, everyone else was busy.
"Prince Xing, I wonder if you have ever thought about taking over my foster father\'s team?"Xing Ba\'s words made the corner of Feng Xinglang\'s mouth curl up into a fierce, cold smile. "Old Xing, you\'re committing a great sin now!"
Feng Xinglang half joked and half coldly said, "Your foster father is not dead yet, and you don\'t have the time to acknowledge your new master?"
However, Xing Ba shook his head with a forlorn smile, "Actually, my foster father\'s death was quite hard on my heart …"
"I really can\'t see where Hetun is suffering from!" Feng Xinglang scoffed."It was the arrival of your family that dissolved the grief deep within my foster father\'s heart!"
Xing Ba exhaled slightly, and sighed deeply: "I thought that everything would get better and better, but to think that things would become so unpredictable! It will probably be difficult for my foster father to live in peace in his later years! "
"With you foster son leading the way, your foster father shouldn\'t be lonely in his later years!"
Feng Xinglang did not completely understand Xing Ba\'s meaning; or perhaps he was probing and deducing.
Xing Ba merely laughed dryly for a bit, and did not respond to Feng Xinglang\'s words."Oh right, Cong Gang\'s matter … "How much do you know?"
Perhaps, this was the reason why Feng Xinglang came to see Xing Ba tonight.Xing Ba\'s face tensed up, "My second brother mentioned Cong Gang?"
"No..." Feng Xinglang remained calm, "Didn\'t you say that picking up Cong Gang is considered picking up a treasure? I just want to ask where Cong Gang Bao is! "
"The person who understands Cong Gang the best is my second brother! "Unfortunately, my second brother is already dead."
"..." Wasn\'t this equivalent to asking for nothing?
"But since you can\'t control Cong Gang, then forget about him!""..."