Chapter 1381 I Am Your Favorite

I'm touched, but it's not appropriate to hold her like this!

It was obviously a very innocent reunion between brother and sister, but some people thought too much about it; Feng Xinglang took a step forward and pulled his wife away from Xing Shisi.

"Don't tighten it so tightly! Maybe your cousin hasn't fully recovered yet, and it will be worse if he gets injured a second time!"

Can you be jealous?

"Fifteen, my adoptive father asked us to pick you up."

"Ah? My adoptive father asked you to pick us up? But I didn't tell Hetun that he would come?" the little guy asked in a daze.

In fact, when he saw Xing Shishi, Feng Xinglang had the same doubts: he knew that his wife and children had not notified Hetun and the others in advance, and they planned to give Hetun a surprise! But Hetun still knew about their itinerary? !

Could it be said that Hetun still has an informant in Shencheng?

"Maybe this is the telepathy between you and your adoptive father!"

Unexpectedly, Xing Shishi was also a capable guy. There's even some 'telepathy' coming out! Are there really such fantastic things in this world?

Feng Xinglang didn’t believe it anyway! He was more willing to believe that Hetun had been placing some kind of spy in Shencheng so that he knew their itinerary well.

"Really? My foster father is great!"

The little guy is quite easy to fool. Someone came to pick him up, just as he wanted.

"Fifteen, this is your brother Seventeen."

Xing Shishi introduced Xing Shiqi, who came to pick him up, to the little guy.

Feng Xinglang knew Xing Qi. When rescuing his niece Feng Tuantuan, he even ate and lived with Xing Shiqi for several days. A foster son who is not too scheming, but quite obedient to Hetun's orders.

The little guy stared at Xing Shiqi behind Xing Shishi with wide eyes, "He's already ranked seventeen... He should call me Brother Fifteen!"

"..." This willful and serious boy!

"Nono, your Seventeenth Brother is much older than you. Of course you call him Brother! If that doesn't work, you can also call him Old Seventeen. It's the same as calling you Twelveth Brother."

It is really difficult for a big boy of eighteen or nineteen to call a little guy brother. The kind-hearted Xueluo will always be so considerate.

But the kid Lin Nuo doesn’t want to get close to this new Xing Shiqitao!

And Xing Shiqi didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation, but just took the suitcase next to Feng Xinglang.

"Cousin, how is my adoptive father's health?" the little guy asked worriedly.

"You will know when you meet your adoptive father..."

Xing Shishi's expression was sad. Presumably the situation in Hetun is not very good.

"Why are you keeping it so secretive? It's so annoying!" The little guy muttered dissatisfied.

It wasn't that Xing Shishi wanted to keep it a secret; it was that he really didn't know where to start. Then he could only remain silent.

In this small RV, Feng Xinglang's family of three could ride quite comfortably.

Xing Shishi brought meat snacks and fruits to satisfy his hunger; the hungry child Lin Nuo ate them happily.

Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, kept his expression solemn.

Xueluo took a slice of grilled sausage and put it to Feng Xinglang's lips, "Xinglang, eat something. I know the steak on the plane didn't suit your appetite!"

"that is!"

The little guy filled his mouth half full and muttered inarticulately, "The flight attendants are quite pretty, but the food they cook is really terrible! It can't be compared with the cooks from my adoptive father's family!"

Feng Xinglang took a bite of the sliced ​​sausage his wife fed him, and smiled weakly: "Yeah, it's pretty good!"

"Xinglang, what's wrong with you?"

Xueluo asked softly into her husband's ear. Because she could see that her husband was forcing a smile.

Do you not want to face Hetun again?

Not so! Not facing Hetun, Feng Xinglang was no longer as emotionally intense as before. It is more of a kind of indifference after being wasted by time. Even if you still can't truly let go and forgive from the bottom of your heart!

Xing Shishi's subtle expression just now made Feng Xinglang realize: Hetun's physical condition is not optimistic. So much so that Xing Shishi had reservations about the little guy's hesitation.

Even if Hetun is seriously injured, as long as he can recover actively after treatment, it's not a big deal! It's just that Hetun himself has to suffer some hardships!

"By the way, cousin, how are Lao Ba and the others doing?"

The little guy, who had nothing to talk about, then asked Xing Ba and the others about their situation, "And my twelfth brother?"

"Ba Ge is a bit seriously injured, and it is estimated that it will take a few months to recover; Lao Twelve..."

"What's up with him?"

The little guy was so nervous that he jumped up from his seat, "Are you going to die?"

"It won't be so dead...it's just, it'll be a little ugly."

"Ugly? How ugly is that? Is it disfigured?"

The little guy still cares a lot about Xing Twelve. During the five years in Fort Pett, he almost spent time with Xing Twelve.

"Absolutely! His face was injured by stray bullets and explosive fragments. He will probably need some plastic surgery in the future."

"That is not bad……"

The little guy sat back again, "Scars are a boy's badge! We boys don't have to be too handsome!"

"By the way, where is my second brother? How is he?"

The little guy finally thought of Xing Er. He didn't have much contact with Xing Er. Because the adoptive father Hetun is very fond of Xing Er, and the other adopted sons also look up to Xing Er, so the little guy doesn't like the high-ranking Xing Er very much.

But Xing Er really likes this little fifteenth brother!

"Second brother... he probably won't live long! Our adoptive father has asked us to prepare for his funeral!"

Xing Shishi spoke very calmly. Not too sentimental. Perhaps the adopted sons of Hetun looked down upon life and death.

"Second brother, he...is he really going to die?"

The little guy sniffed his sour nose, "He is so cool, so fierce... He is actually going to die..."

Perhaps what the little guy wants to express is: A tough and fierce person like Xing Er can also face death!

Xing Er is a strong man! But even the strong will inevitably die!

Feng Xinglang hugged his sad son and buried his little face in his arms.

There is no need to say anything to comfort him, his father's warm and strong embrace is the greatest comfort to the little one.

Getting closer and closer to Fort Pett... you can vaguely see the general outline of Fort Pett through the gaps in the mountains and forests. The classical buildings shrouded in a thin layer of mist look even more mysterious against the setting sun.

"Fifteen...fifteen...Xing Nuo..."

"Dad, listen: it seems like my adoptive father is calling me!"

The little guy listened attentively, lying on the window and looking in the direction of Fort Pett, "Dad, look, it's the foster father... it's really the foster father!"

"Father...Father..."

The little guy waved his little hand vigorously towards Hetun, who was waiting under the sunset, "Your favorite fifteen is here...here!"

Feng Xinglang also saw Hetun bathing in the sunset...

And that empty right sleeve!