Chapter 1388 Dying with Eyes Closed

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Feng Xinglang was also quite amazed: During this trip to Fort Pett, he turned out to be a healing figure?

When did I have such a high level of consciousness?

At almost eleven o'clock in the evening, Feng Xinglang dragged his exhausted steps back to his wife Lin Xueluo's bedroom.

Xueluo's bedroom is in the corner of the second floor, close to the study room; it is quiet and private, and will not be disturbed too much.

After all, Pater Castle is almost exclusively made up of men. Xueluo, a woman who has lived here for five years, will look out of place. Fortunately, Xueluo is a smart woman. She knows how to reduce her sense of existence and does not often stay in Hetun. Show your face in front of those adopted sons.

Fortunately, most of the adopted sons in Hetun are not lechers. Xueluo and her son were able to live here peacefully for five years.

But it was only relative peace, because from Xueluo's point of view, every day she spent in Fort Pett during those five years was filled with fear!

Fortunately, everything has changed now!

The person he once feared the most turned out to be his father-in-law! The biological father of her husband; the biological grandfather of her child!

It’s really a trick of fate!

"Why haven't you slept yet? Aren't you sleepy?"

Feng Xinglang became gentle when he saw the woman waiting for him.

"Xinglang, is Xing Twelve's injury...serious?"

Xueluo has been leaning on the bed, reading a book to pass the time, while waiting for her husband's return.

"You should still care about me as your husband!"

Seeing that the woman was waiting for him not just because of his husband, Feng Xinglang led the woman's waist and fell together on the small bed, which was only about 1.5 meters wide.

"Xinglang... you turned sideways... and you crushed me!"

Feng Xinglang's strong and muscular physique was overwhelming him, and Xueluo really couldn't bear his weight.

"The pretentious little Miss Lin seems to have greatly increased her husband's appetite!"

Feng Xinglang deliberately fit more closely, squeezing all the space between him and Xueluo, "It's not like you haven't squeezed it before... have you found the feeling?"

"Feng Xinglang, can you be more serious? I'm asking you about Xing Twelve's injury!"

Xueluo knew that the man was very tired today, so she took the initiative to stretch the man's tight muscles.

"What a handsome young man, but his appearance is ruined!"

Feng Xinglang said in a long voice, "Hetun is such a fucking crazy guy!"

"Is it appropriate for you to say that about your own father?"

Xueluo muttered and then asked: "Is Xing Twelve's injury really serious? Can he have plastic surgery later? Your elder brother..."

Xueluo stopped talking when he thought that Hetun was the culprit who made Feng Lixin like that.

"If you want to comfort me, I have already comforted Xing Twelve!"

He understands what women want to say.

"How is Xing Twelve's mood now?"

"A big P kid! Just coax him and that's it! Let Lao Mo contact the burn department expert at Massachusetts General Hospital tomorrow and ask him to get some medicine that my brother uses to soothe burns and scalds..."

Before Feng Xinglang finished speaking, he saw his wife Lin Xueluo staring deeply at him with tears in his eyes.

"I asked you, why are your mother and son's tear ducts so developed? We have only been here for half a day, and each one is crying harder than the other? Do you want to feel sorry for me, your husband?!"

As soon as Feng Xinglang said these words, the tears that had accumulated in Xueluo's eyes burst instantly.

"Xinglang...you are so kind! I thank you on behalf of Xing Twelve and the others!"

Xueluo hugged her husband's neck tightly and burst into tears.

"Let me be clear first: What do you mean you are replacing Xing Twelve? Who do you think Xing Twelve is?"

There is indeed an element of jealousy; but it is just to appease the sad woman and divert her attention.

"Stop it……"

Xueluo pressed against the man's cheek, "Xinglang, you are actually a good person! A very good person!"

"Oh my God! Another one scolds me!"

Feng Xinglang really didn't feel comfortable with others praising him as a 'good person'. Subconsciously, he felt that he had nothing to do with the ‘good guys’!

"By the way, where is my Mr. Nuo?"

Feng Xinglang ended the topic that made Xueluo sad.

"It should be at Hetun."

Xueluo asked Feng Xinglang's opinion with some worry, "Xinglang, why don't you go and drag Nono back to our room? Hetun's arm... Nono loves to make trouble again..."

Another sad knot! Xueluo's expression turned gloomy.

"Then just let the little guy make trouble! Staying in Hetun for a few days without making trouble will be too easy for him!"

"..."

Xueluo pursed her lips and agreed to Feng Xinglang's proposal.

The little guy can now walk sideways across the entire Petrburg. There is definitely no need to worry about safety!

The only thing that worried Xueluo was that her son would make trouble to others without knowing the importance of it!

…

To be honest, before Xueluo, she had never dared to think about being able to be hugged to sleep by her husband Feng Xinglang in Peter Castle that night.

It’s really incredible! Or maybe miracles really happen every day in this world.

Xue Luo slept peacefully and peacefully, but Feng Xinglang couldn't sleep at night.

There is no central idea, just random and intermittent memories like rewinding fragments of the past.

It wasn't until early in the morning, when it was just dawn, that Feng Xinglang fell asleep with difficulty. It must be that my eyelids are really sleepy.

But not even half an hour after Feng Xinglang closed his eyes, there was a slight knock on the door.

Not too loud, very polite.

Of course, this kind of polite approach never works for Feng Xinglang. Worried that the woman in his arms would be awakened, Feng Xinglang deliberately hugged Xueluo under the quilt and covered her ears.

This polite knock on the door only lasted six or seven times, and then stopped.

Xing Shiqi had no choice but to go to Xing Ba for discussion.

After Xing Ba pondered for two or three minutes, he gave Xing Shiqi a clever idea.

He thought that since the polite knock on the door didn't get a response, he could continue to have a good sleep; but Feng Xinglang didn't expect: the urgent knock on the door came one after another!

"Dad...Daddy... wake up... wake up... something big has happened!"

It was my son Lin Nuo who was shouting and screaming as he was full of energy to suck milk! It was also accompanied by his angry and impatient knocking on the door.

Which bastard woke up his son so early in the morning?

What's even more disgusting is: This bastard who was looking for death asked his son to wake him up, Feng Xinglang? !

Why is this little thing's elbow turned outward? Don’t you know that his biological father likes to sleep in the morning?

"Dad... wake up soon... my second brother is dying... he said he wants to see you! If he can't see you, he will... he will..."

What will happen?

Probably because he couldn't remember his lines, the little guy turned around and looked at Xing Shiqi behind him...