Chapter 1384 The Handsome Young Man

The little guy didn't bother to refute anything to his biological father, Feng Xinglang;

He just gave his bastard father a resentful look, then buried his head in the crook of Hetun's left arm and stopped looking at him.

"You really don't want to eat? Then my dear father will be in a good mood!"

Amidst the suppressed sadness of everyone, Feng Xinglang was still able to eat happily.

"Xueluo, you can eat too. I heard from the chef that the chicken wings platter is made in eight flavors. Whichever one you like, just ask the chef to make more."

Xueluo loves to eat chicken wings. Hetun knew about it when he first lived in Pettburg. It's just that Hetun never cared about such things at that time, but now that Xueluo's identity has become his Hetun's daughter-in-law and his grandson's biological mother, his attitude has changed 180 degrees.

"Dad, please eat some too. The doctor is still waiting to give you an infusion! I will feed Nono soon, don't worry!"

"Not in a hurry!"

Hetun lowered his head and kissed the little guy's head, "Just sitting with my fifteenth family like this is more effective than taking injections and taking medicine!"

The child Lin Nuo is willful, and the elderly Hetun is not much better. It wasn't that Xueluo could persuade him with just a few words; the grandfather and grandson just cuddled together like this, feeling desolate but also tinged with a little warmth.

"Eat yours! They will eat it themselves when they are hungry!"

Feng Xinglang took a piece of Coke chicken wings for his wife, "Would you like me to take a bite for you first to taste it?"

Xueluo glared at her husband, who ignored the occasion, and then started eating the chicken wings.

It doesn’t really matter what the occasion is; we can’t just hug each other and cry with big eyes wide open, right? ! Son Feng Linnuo has been crying as a representative for more than an hour. It’s enough to give him face in Hetun!

"Hmm... This one is salt and pepper flavored... This one is garlic flavored... This one seems to be red wine flavored?"

"Asshole Feng Xinglang! You are so annoying! You don't like eating chicken wings, why do you have to bite them one by one? You waste food like this, okay? Mommy hasn't even eaten it yet!"

Little child Lin Nuo really can't stand his father's bad behavior!

The bastard father actually bit the chicken wings on the platter one by one! And after just one bite, he left it there and moved on to the next one.

"What does it have to do with me whether your mommy eats it or not?! Well...this piece looks like chicken wings marinated in curry...just like that! There are three more pieces left, I'll keep trying them!"

"Feng Xinglang, you are so incompetent!"

The little guy turned his sadness into an angry confrontation with his biological father, "I'm so sad, but you still eat so happily? Your conscience is really bad!"

"If being sad can solve the problem, my dear father is willing to cry with you here!"

Feng Xinglang stared deeply at the little thing whose eyes were red from crying, "Your adoptive father's arm is broken, so he must be very sad too; and your crying and sadness will only make him more sad!"

Wei Wei raised his interest and said, "Feng Linnuo, my father knows that you are a filial and good boy; but my father hopes that you will be a brave and optimistic child!"

"Your adoptive father's arms can't grow back, but your adoptive father can wear prosthetic limbs and still be able to hold you and love you!"

"These all require your encouragement and support, not just your crying and messing around!"

The little guy nodded silently, with tears in his eyes, "Dad...isn't there any other way?"

"If there is, Lao Ba and Lao Twelve will spare no effort to help your adoptive father!"

Feng Xinglang let out a slight breath, "You saw just now that Lao Ba suffered serious internal injuries... They all tried their best! So, don't blame them anymore!"

The little guy glanced in the direction of the bedroom, "By the way, where is Lao Twelve? Why didn't Lao Twelve see it?"

"Your twelfth brother's face was hit and then burned by stray bullets and fragments. He thought he was ugly, so he hid in the room and refused to come out to see you!"

He Tundao didn't care about beauty or ugliness, but Xing Twelve was a handsome young man back then.

"Then let me go see Lao Twelve!"

The little guy climbed down from the chair and ran towards Xing Twelve's bedroom.

It seems that the little guy's heart has been relieved a little by his father Feng Xinglang's enlightenment.

The noisy little fried beast left the table, and the three people at the table were immediately enveloped in sorrow.

"Alang, you can come to see dad...Dad is really happy!"

Hetun muted his voice and stared at his only son affectionately.

Feng Xinglang didn't respond, but just nodded, "Okay, don't be generous! Since you have no appetite, go to the doctor for an infusion first. I see that your wound has already bled from Nono's torment, so you'd better go in quickly. Get some treatment! Let the little thing see it, and he will cry and fight with you again."

Hetun then subconsciously looked at his residual arm, and there was indeed a little blood spilling from the sleeve.

"It also affects my appetite!"

Feng Xinglang's words had an effect. Hetun stood up immediately, "Then I'll go in and take care of it. You guys eat slowly!"

After the doctor accompanied Hetun into the treatment room, Feng Xinglang slowly put down the chopsticks in his hands.

Although the man pretended to be heartless and nothing happened, Xueluo could feel that the man felt uncomfortable in his heart; she reached over and gently stroked the man's back.

"Xinglang, let's go see Xing Ba together? I just want to ask him what happened."

Xueluo could tell that her husband didn't really have a good appetite; he just didn't want to make the sad atmosphere worse.

"You accompany Nono to see Xing Twelve, and I can go see Xing Ba alone!"

Feng Xinglang stood up, but pushed his wife Xueluo away, "Don't let Nono make trouble with Xing Twelve without knowing the importance of it!"

"Okay! I'll accompany Nono. By the way, Xing Ba's room is on the right..."

"Don't worry! I still have my cousin-in-law to lead the way!" Feng Xinglang smiled faintly.

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When Feng Xinglang came in, Xing Ba was in the process of infusion. His face was extremely pale and he looked dying.

"Why are you carrying it like this?"

Feng Xinglang said with a cold sense of humor, "We were almost wiped out?"

Xing Baqi smiled faintly, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, Prince Xing... I was so close... that the entire army was annihilated!"

"Okay, stop moving! And don't talk!"

Feng Xinglang held down Xing Ba who was about to get up, "Look at how out of breath you are. If you really make me mad to death, how bad will it be!"

Seeing Xing Ba lying back, Feng Xinglang sneered again, "You were just playing tricks on me back then! When you meet a truly ruthless character, you all become soft-footed, right?"

Xing Ba grimaced, "There are two to three hundred troops stationed there..."

"Then you still stupidly go with them?" Feng Xinglang sneered, "Even a three-year-old child knows how to run away if he can't beat him!"