Chapter 1389 Who Spoils Me Like This?

"I will never die with my eyes in peace!"

Xing Shiqi lowered his voice and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I will never die with my eyes in peace!"

The little guy yelled, "Dad, don't sleep in anymore...my second brother will die with his eyes open!"

Perhaps at this moment, the little guy was just acting as a microphone. He didn't quite understand what it meant to die in peace.

Will you die in peace? !

is it so serious?

Do you have to see him, Feng Xinglang?

When did you become so popular? Want to see yourself one after another?

The key is that he, Feng Xinglang, is not very familiar with Xing Er!

Feng Xinglang speculated that Xing Er, who was seriously injured, probably wanted to influence him before he died, so that he could forgive Hetun, who had sinned so much!

Is that necessary?

Feng Xinglang thinks not at all! If Xing Er was smart enough, he would have figured out their family's trip to Pettburg!

There was no need to add any unnecessary extravagance to persuade him, Feng Xinglang!

Feng Xinglang, who was now tired, did not want to see the dying Xing Er. He was not in a good mood to listen to a dying man's chatter early in the morning! The key is that he is not very familiar with Xing Er!

"Xinglang... Xinglang... wake up quickly, Nuonuo is calling you!"

Xueluo was awakened by her son's angry knock on the door. She pushed her sleeping husband while getting up and trying to get out of bed.

"Dad... open the door quickly! If you don't open the door, I will have the door kicked in..."

As soon as these cruel words came out, the little guy denied them; it was okay to deal with his own father who loves to sleep in, but he was still sleeping in the room and kissing his mother! If Mommy is not wearing any clothes, or wearing very few clothes, that would be very bad! So the little guy decided to give up on the rude thing of having someone kick in the door. It's just a verbal threat to the bastard father.

Feng Xinglang grabbed the woman who was about to get up and shouted at the door, "You brat, you've lost your nerve! Have someone kick the door down!"

"Come on, come on, mommy is here to open the door."

Seeing that the father and son were at odds so early in the morning, Xueluo quickly spoke to ease the tense atmosphere.

She knew that the older one and the younger one were both vicious masters. The original intention may be just a few words between father and son, but it would be bad if they incite each other and the situation gets out of control.

"This kid is spoiled like this because of you!"

"It sounds like you are less pampered than me! Our family, Noonuo, has never been able to correct his bad temper. Isn't it because you, Feng Xinglang, are a bastard father who works against me!"

While scolding her husband Feng Xinglang, Xueluo got up and opened the door for the little guy who was making a fuss outside the door.

Feng Xinglang twisted his eyebrows melancholy: If I put small things in, I'm afraid it will be impossible to have a peaceful morning sleep!

As soon as the door was opened, the little guy rushed towards his father, Feng Xinglang, who was lying on the bed.

"Dad...get up soon...my second brother seems to be dying...he said he wants to see you!"

The little guy didn't care whether his biological father was disheveled or undressed under the thin quilt. He ran over and lifted the quilt, dragged him out of the bed in one go, and threw it on the ground.

Fortunately, my biological father Feng Xinglang dressed very civilized. Wear everything you need to wear. It seems like I didn’t do anything bad with my mommy last night by not wearing clothes!

"Your second brother is dying. You should go find a doctor or Hetun! You are here to make trouble for your dear father. This is a very unfilial behavior. Do you understand?"

Feng Xinglang slightly narrowed his sleepy eyes and said. Even though his dream was disturbed by the little guy, he still lovingly held the little guy's body half-climbing on the bed to prevent him from falling off the bed.

"The doctor and my adoptive father are both here! My second brother said he must see you! Otherwise, he will die in peace!"

"I'm not very familiar with your second brother..."

"You don't have to be familiar with me...Daddy, just get up and go see my second brother!"

The little guy struggled to drag one of Feng Xinglang's arms, and his little buttocks tilted back due to the force. He almost used all his strength to suck the milk, but he still couldn't move his biological father Feng Xinglang at all.

"Asshole Feng Xinglang, it's time for you to lose weight! You're almost like a ball!"

Because he really couldn't drag his father, Feng Xinglang, up, the little guy could only groan in dissatisfaction.

"Xinglang, just go and see Xing Er! Maybe he has some unfulfilled wishes..."

In fact, Xueluo guessed that Xing Er wanted to resolve the hatred between Feng Xinglang and Hetun!

"I think...it's not necessary at all!"

Feng Xinglang really didn't want to listen to a dying man's chatter early in the morning. In other words, he doesn't want to be forced to accept something!

"Necessary!"

The little guy let go of Feng Xinglang's arm and came forward to hug his neck, "I beg you as my own son!"

You're soft-hearted again, aren't you?

Whenever the little guy stared at a pair of shining star eyes and begged Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang would more or less lose his principles!

Feng Xinglang pinched the little guy's cheek and said, "Okay! Then my father will reward my son with this face!"

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Feng Xinglang didn't wash up or take care of himself. He just rubbed his face with his hands and walked out with his son.

Outside the bedroom door, there was indeed Xing Shiqi, who was encouraging the little guy. It seems that the gentleman knocking on the door earlier must have been him!

Feng Xinglang just glanced at Xing Qiqi lightly, "Lead the way!"

After passing through the main castle, Xing Shiqi led his father and son to a deep auxiliary castle. This is more like a small medical clinic.

The pungent smell of disinfectant made Feng Xinglang feel tight and dizzy.

At the end of the corridor, there were several adopted sons in silent mourning; even Xing Twelve, who was shy to see others, also came. It is enough to show Xing Er's status among this group of adopted sons. But a few of them are eye-catching.

"Old Twelve..."

Child Lin Nuo immediately threw away his father Feng Xinglang's hand and ran towards Xing Twelve;

Xing Twelve did not avoid it, but reached over and patted the little guy's head, making a hissing gesture.

The little guy was so quiet, looking up eagerly at Xing Twelve, whose head was wrapped in gauze.

Making it so sad?

Is it possible that Xing Er is already dead?

Better to be dead! That saves trouble! There is no need to listen to his out-of-breath nagging!

The foster sons made a way for Feng Xinglang, so Feng Xinglang had no choice but to rush in.

You’ve already arrived, and you’re unlikely to turn around and leave! But if Xing Er died halfway, that would save trouble!

But Feng Xinglang thought too much...

"Alang, are you here?"

He Tun was sitting beside Xing Er's hospital bed, holding his hand.

When Xing Er saw Feng Xinglang, his dark eyes brightened up...