Chapter 1386 Pistachios in Sorrow

Feng Xinglang picked up the tearful little thing from the ground and carried it into his arms, and pressed his face lovingly against the little thing.

Feng Xinglang would deal with anyone or anything that made his own son cry as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, dear son, if your adoptive father doesn't give orders, Lao Twelve won't dare to die without thinking! They are so foolish and loyal!"

Feng Xinglang hugged his son who was leaning on his shoulder tightly, "I really don't give my young master Feng face... It seems that my biological father has to take action himself!"

"Dad, what can you do?"

The little guy lay half on Feng Xinglang's shoulder and asked wilfully.

"Must have it!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's tearful face and said, "Can my son be stronger? This crying makes him look less handsome! What a waste of such good genes as his own father!"

The little guy sniffed his nose and wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his little arm. "You're so annoying. My own son didn't cry at all."

What a strong, face-saving little thing!

"Then you can't be cruel to Old Twelve!"

The little guy worriedly warned his father Feng Xinglang, "The Twelve must be very sad because the old man has been disfigured."

"Then the biological father should listen to his biological son and talk to the old man rationally and affectionately!"

Feng Xinglang tonight can be said to be an enhanced version of a loving father. She carefully protected her son's young heart from harm.

"My dear father...my dear son believes in you! My dear father is the best!"

What he gained was not only the little guy's dependence on him, but also the little guy's trust in him.

Xueluo did not follow him, but looked at the little guy who was enjoying his father's love from a distance. Seeing their father and son embracing each other tenderly, their affection was beyond words.

Xueluo believes: With her son and her under the protection of her father and husband, the future life will only get better and better!

It's a pity... I can't give this man another daughter, just a good word!

The door to Xing Twelve's room was locked.

The little guy looked at his biological father Feng Xinglang with hope, waiting for his good idea.

Feng Xinglang knocked on the door a few times, and the room was indeed quiet. There was no response.

"Nono, are you sure Lao Twelve is inside?"

"Sure!" The little guy nodded seriously, "My cousin said that the doctor had already changed Lao Twelve's medicine before we came!"

After a slight pause, the little guy emphasized again, "Old Twelve must be inside! He just doesn't want to see anyone! He doesn't even want to see me!"

The little guy thought for a while, "How about I call my adoptive father to come and knock on the door?"

"No! My biological father has a way to make him open the door willingly!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! When did your father ever scare you?!"

"You have coaxed your own son many times!"

"Have it?"

"Yes! But you can't fool your own son this time!"

"necessary!"

Feng Xinglang knocked on the door twice again, loud enough for the people in the room to hear.

"Xing Twelve, give me some face and open the door!"

The room was still silent.

"It doesn't work! My son's face doesn't work, and your face doesn't work either!"

The little guy has used this trick many times just now! Including 'the twelfth best brother' and 'your favorite fifteenth brother', none of them work!

"My dear son, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to cause trouble at this time, right?"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and said, "You should cooperate with your biological father. Let's play a bitter trick first!"

"The trick? Who is going to be beaten?"

the little guy asked innocently. Perhaps in the little guy's understanding: the bitter meat trick means that one party is going to be beaten! If you get beaten and bleed, that's called a cruel trick!

Feng Xinglang made a shushing gesture towards his son, indicating that the little boy would wait and see what would happen.

"Xing Twelve, how serious is this... You are so hypocritical and refuse to open the door, which makes my Nuonuo jump up and down with tears in her eyes. How can you bear it!"

The little guy looked at his father Feng Xinglang: Are you going to perform 'jumping up and down' and 'crying with tears' outside the door?

"Nono loves you so much, but you leave him alone, how sad he is!"

After the emotional drama was laid, Feng Xinglang followed up his offensive, "Xing Twelve, do you want to be locked in your room for the rest of your life? Let me tell you, if you don't open the door for me today, you will definitely regret it!"

The room was still quiet. It was so quiet that only the noise of their father and son could be heard.

"Dad, I told you not to threaten Lao Twelve! Why are you becoming so fierce again while you are talking? Can't you be gentler?"

The little guy was very dissatisfied with his father Feng Xinglang's attitude towards asking for help.

"Xing Twelve, my brother had more than 80% of the burn area on his body! He almost didn't survive! But look at him now, hasn't he restored his original handsome face? I know a person all over the world Top plastic surgery institution for burns and scalds, if you get treatment early, you can still find a girlfriend this year!”

"Problems are meant to be solved, not avoided! If it weren't for the fact that my son is so sad and cares about you, I wouldn't tell anyone else!"

Only Feng Xinglang could express such a sad topic in such a humorous way.

I've finished talking, and now it's my son's turn to stir things up.

"Old Twelve, could you please open the door? Fifteen is really worried about you!"

"I've seen all the photos of my uncle's burns. I won't be afraid, and I won't..."

The little guy tilted his head and looked at it for a long time before asking in a low voice: "Dad, what is this word?"

It turns out that Feng Xinglang typed these lines on his mobile phone and asked the little guy to read them out.

Because he had the experience of his elder brother Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang knew what this kind of people cared about most.

What follows should be: I won’t dislike your temporary ugly appearance. But the little guy didn't recognize three of them: "su", "Jiu", and "hou"!

"I won't mind your temporary ugly appearance!"

After Feng Xing read it aloud, he took the opportunity to reprimand: "I told you to read the words and not listen to them! It's better now. You will hate it less when the book is used! You must be dumbfounded now!"

"Asshole dad, you must have done this on purpose! Our teachers have never taught these very complicated words, okay?"

To be honest, the mutual hostility between father and son is, in a sense, like a piece of happy fruit thrown into the sadness of Petterburg!

The door was opened a small gap, and the child Lin Nuo rushed over with quick eyes and hands; only to be stopped by a hand wrapped in gauze.

"Fifteen, go see your adoptive father. Feng Xinglang, you can come in!"

"No! Old Twelve, can you let me in too?"

"Obey! Go to your adoptive father!"