Chapter 1387 Like You Less

Xing Twelve’s voice was very deep. Slightly slurred speech.

"How about it? It seems that your face is really not as good as your biological father's!"

It's better to tease the little guy until he's in tears than to wipe away his tears; if he had known that the little guy would cry like this, Feng Xinglang might have really canceled his trip to Fort Pett.

"Feng Xinglang, you are so evil-minded!" the little guy screamed again.

"Xing Twelve himself said that he only wanted to see me... What does it have to do with my father? Feng Linnuo, can you be more unreasonable? My father is so innocent!"

Feng Xinglang glanced at his wife at the entrance of the corridor, and Xueluo immediately caught up with her.

"Nono, be good. Let's go with mommy to see if your adoptive father has finished the transfusion."

Xueluo picked up the little thing that whirred.

Xing Twelve finally opened the door, but Xueluo didn't want her husband's efforts to go to waste.

"Feng Xinglang, don't be so cruel! Otherwise, mommy and I will ignore you!"

Little Lin Nuo, who was carried away by his mother, threatened him uneasily.

When Feng Xinglang came in, Xing Twelve was standing by the window. He probably wasn't looking at the scenery outside the window, because the thick curtains were tightly closed, barely letting in any light.

"Close the door!"

Xing Twelve made a low sound. Her thin figure looked a little hollow in her loose pajamas.

Only then did Feng Xinglang realize: Xing Twelve is just a big boy in his twenties! But he has gone through so much suffering and torture!

It is estimated that he really regards Hetun as his own biological father! Closer than a biological son!

Feng Xinglang didn't ask or say anything. He walked over and gently hugged Xing Twelve, who turned away from him, in his arms.

Such silent actions can really move others to death!

Not as sensational, but more sensational! It’s so heartwarming that you can’t stand it!

In fact, Feng Xinglang doesn't like sensationalism. Such actions are just actions based on his experience.

When he accompanied Feng Lixin, who was suffering from burns, he hugged Feng Lixin silently most of the time, letting him silently feel his care!

It's not just verbal greetings!

Xing Twelve's body was shaking, and he was shaking so hard that he couldn't control it. He kept his head tilted to prevent Feng Xinglang from seeing the left half of his cheek.

But Feng Xinglang could feel that Xing Twelve was probably crying. Like an insecure child.

In fact, the left half of Xing Twelve's cheek was wrapped in gauze, and Feng Xinglang couldn't see his injury at all. But judging from the back of his head, a piece of his scalp on the left side should have been lifted off.

"What a handsome young man... I'm afraid he's really going to lose his appearance this time!"

Feng Xinglang teased Xing Twelve, but he didn't expect that Xing Twelve, who was held in his arms, cried even more tremblingly.

"I'm teasing you!"

Feng Xinglang patted Xing Twelve's shoulder lightly, "My brother's burn area was so large, isn't he recovering well now?!"

While offering some comfort, Feng Xinglang gently rubbed the left half of Xing Twelve's cheek that he had been avoiding.

"Don't move, let me see your wound."

Apart from doctors, Feng Xinglang was the first person Xing Twelve met honestly. I don’t know what kind of magic power Feng Xinglang used to make Xing Twelve trust him so much.

"Well, although the area of ​​your burn is not large, the wound is quite deep. If you want to completely heal and repair it, it will take three months at the earliest, and six months to one year at the slower time. I will ask Lao Mo to contact Massachusetts General Hospital tomorrow. Burns specialist, the earlier the treatment, the better!”

After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang joked in a cold and humorous way, "These days, there are more superficial people, and there are more people from the Appearance Association!"

There was no sympathy or pity in Feng Xinglang's deep eyes, nor was there any ridicule or sarcasm, which conveyed to Xing Twelve an inexplicable sense of power.

"Feng Xinglang, thank you..." Xing Twelve murmured.

"I will feel bad if you are so polite! My Nonoko has been harassing you in Pett Castle for five years! He also said that if you hadn't stopped the bleeding and stitched up the wound for me, I would have died a long time ago!"

Hot sensationalism goes hand in hand with cold humor, "I didn't expect that in this turn of events, it would be my turn to help you Xing Twelve!"

"Feng Xinglang...you, you are such a good person!"

Xing Twelve no longer resisted Feng Xinglang and carefully inspected his wounds; Feng Xinglang must be very experienced, and Feng Xinglang knew what kind of force and movements to use without hurting Xing Twelve.

"Don't! These days, saying 'a person is a good person' is tantamount to swearing!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, "The last thing I want to be is a good person!"

Xing Twelve's left lip turned up a little, which affected his speech, "Feng Xinglang, only you are worthy of being my adoptive father's biological son!"

This statement made Feng Xinglang really angry!

"I have to be willing!" Feng Xinglang twitched the corners of his lips coldly, "In fact, I think that is my shame!"

"...Then you still come to see my adoptive father?"

Xing Twelve's mood seemed to have completely calmed down: because Feng Xinglang not only brought him hope, but also gave him a lot of care.

In fact, although Xing Twelve is already in his twenties, perhaps because his life circle and social circle are too narrow, he is more like a big boy who has not grown up and can only be coaxed.

"There's nothing I can do about it, otherwise the little thing will make trouble with me day and night! He'll be the 'adopted father' and the 'old twelve' all day long, and it'll make my head hurt!"

While Feng Xinglang found the steps for himself, he also did not forget to warm Xing Twelve's heart.

"This boy... I really didn't hurt him in vain!" Xing Twelve said happily, "You still care about me, my twelfth brother!"

After a slight pause, Xing Twelve asked nervously again in a hoarse voice, "Can my face really return to its original appearance?"

"Don't worry, even if you transform into an Avatar, there will be no problem!"

Xing Twelve was slightly startled, "Who is Avatar...?"

"..." Feng Xinglang's lips twitched slightly: This kid was stunned by Hetun! Even normal social and entertainment life is so strange.

"I'll tell you another time!"

Feng Xinglang lightly patted Xing Twelve's slightly scratched right cheek: "I'll find Lao Mo later and ask him to quickly mail some Soothing Glue and Sore Soothing Cream. Lao Mo has been to a Chinese medicine doctor for this. Made by myself, it is very effective in relieving burns and scalds! My brother still uses it! Occasionally I also put some on it!"

The following words were entirely to comfort Xing Twelve. Keep him from getting too upset and frustrated.

"Feng Xinglang, thank you." Xing Twelve expressed gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

"If you really want to thank me, just make my Nuonuo like you a little less!"

Feng Xinglang smiled warmly, looking gentlemanly and humorous. Personal charisma that hits you in the face.