Chapter 1326 The Feeling of Being Cared For

The call was made to Xing Ba.

The call came more than a month late.

He had been hesitant before, perhaps because he had a grudge, or because he was an unknown teacher; Feng Xinglang values ​​​​love and justice, but he is not a person who is good at expressing his emotions in a sensational way!

But this time it was for his son Feng Linnuo, so the call came naturally.

The call was not answered immediately. After it rang, Feng Xinglang patiently dialed a second time. For the sake of his own son, Feng Xinglang's temper would always be better. Fortunately, it was finally answered!

"Xing...Prince Xing?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little weak.

"You know I am the prince, how dare you be so negligent?"

Feng Xinglang scolded lightly. Although he has never admitted his relationship with Hetun, Xing Ba and the others always call him 'Prince Xing', which will inevitably breed his sense of superiority.

"I suffered a slight injury...I have difficulty moving. I hope Prince Xing will bear with me."

At this moment, Xing Ba was able to answer Feng Xinglang's call, which was a great honor to the prince.

"Where is my Nuonuo? Was he abducted by Hetun again?"

Feng Xinglang asked directly. It's not that he doesn't care about Xing Ba's injury, it's just that injuries are completely common for Xing Ba and the others.

But Xing Ba asked in surprise, "Xiao Shiwu was abducted?"

"Nono is not with you? Where is Xing Twelve? Is it possible that he picked up Nono?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"How is that possible! Old Twelve was more seriously injured than me...and we just returned to Pett Castle, how could we go to Shencheng to pick up Fifteen!"

Xing Ba's words made Feng Xinglang frown hard.

"Are you in Fort Pett? Also in Hetun?"

"Yes... the adoptive father's arm was cut off by the rebels, and Lao Twelve was injured by the explosion in order to retrieve the severed hand of the adoptive father;"

Xing Ba stopped this sad topic and asked, "By the way, what happened to Fifteen?"

"He ran out for fun. I thought he went to Repulse Bay."

Feng Xinglang evaded the important points and responded lightly.

Judging from Xing Ba's weak voice, he should be seriously injured. Even Xing Twelve was injured, and the whole army was almost wiped out!

Hetun had his arm cut off? Feng Xinglang's heart twisted inexplicably.

But then he cursed in his heart: What a pity he was not hacked to death! He is lucky!

The phone was then hung up. It is certain that the little guy did not come to Repulse Bay, nor was he with Hetun and the others.

Could it be that after he heard the news that Hetun was injured, he took the initiative to run to Pettburg?

It's possible!

Otherwise, these days, the little guy will always ask his biological father some strange questions. For example, if his adoptive father dies, will his biological father be so sad that he sheds tears?

It seems that the little guy cares about Hetun, his adoptive father! And the sworn brothers who doted on him.

Little thing flies to Pettburg alone? Obviously impossible! Those complicated procedures are not something that a little kid like him can handle.

If he wanted to fly to Petrburg, he would definitely find someone to take him there... Who would the little guy go to?

But then, this idea was ruled out by Feng Xinglang.

Firstly, Hetun and the others would not take the initiative to tell the little guy about his injury; secondly, even if they did tell him, they would do a good job of early support and would not let the little guy take risks alone; furthermore, Hetun wanted to do so. Did the little thing see his decline? !

If the little guy hadn't thought of flying to Fort Pett, where would he have gone to do business?

Or is he overthinking it, and the little thing ran away just for fun?

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Old Fourth Yannava's face didn't change his expression all the way.

It's like having a fake face.

The little guy originally wanted to ask something about the big caterpillar bush, but after trying his best to open his mouth several times, he still didn't ask.

Anyway, we’ll see the big caterpillar soon, so it’s not too late to ask again then.

Besides, this Chong Lao Si looks weird, and I don’t know if he is the same silly type as Xing Lao Wu. If you can only answer "I don't know", then the question is in vain.

The sky gradually became dark, and when passing the cemetery, the child Lin Nuo did not feel scared. He just stared at the sweeping scenery outside the car window, silently dazed.

I couldn't contact my adoptive father, nor could I get through the phone numbers of Lao Twelve and Lao Ba; and the big caterpillar couldn't be contacted later. The little guy has been depressed and worried.

It is not difficult to see that the little guy is a person who values ​​love and justice just like his biological father. But this will more or less become his weakness.

"Big Caterpillar...Big Caterpillar..."

As soon as the black Passat that didn't get up stopped outside the villa, the little guy got out of the car and shouted loudly. While shouting, he ran straight towards the villa.

The door to the villa is open. It should be reserved for the little one.

"Big Caterpillar... Big Caterpillar, where are you?"

There was no one in the huge living room, so the little guy ran directly upstairs.

In a master bedroom on the second floor, the little guy found Cong Gang lying on the bed.

The tone of soot is calm and quiet, but it lacks some vitality.

"Big Caterpillar, why are you lying on the bed? Are you injured? Is it serious?"

The little guy ran over and gently lifted the thin quilt on Cong Gang's body, and saw a bandaged wound on his left shoulder and left calf. On the chest and abdomen, traditional Chinese medicine is simply applied.

"Well, I was slightly injured."

Cong Gang responded and wanted to sit up, but lay back down with a groan. It doesn't look like the injury was minor.

"Big Caterpillar, don't move. I'll give you whatever you need!" the little guy said with concern.

Looking at the little guy's concerned face, Cong Gang's eyes became gentler and sadder.

"I have escorted your adoptive father and Xing Er out of Mexico City. They should have returned to Fort Petr by now."

Cong Gang still put the little guy's biggest concern first.

"Really? Oh, that's great! Big Caterpillar, you are the best and the best!"

The little guy jumped up to Cong Gang, hugged Cong Gang's cheek and kissed her loudly.

The arrogant little thing rarely takes the initiative to show affection to his relatives. Apart from his biological parents and adoptive father Hetun, Cong Gang is lucky.

Cong Gang seemed a little embarrassed to be kissed so abruptly by the little guy. It's obvious that he doesn't like to have any skin-to-skin contact with others.

"Then is my adoptive father injured? And Lao Twelve and my second brother?"

After finishing the kiss, the little guy asked anxiously.

"Your adoptive father has a broken arm; Xing Er... is seriously injured. He probably won't be able to survive for long! Even if he is saved, life will be worse than death."

Cong Gang lowered his eyelids, his pale face stained with unclear sadness.

The little guy also became sad and sat beside Cong Gang's bed, and the two of them stood still in silence.