Chapter 1746 Waiting for Tenderness 22

"Dad...Dad...look, Brother Chongchong is crawling so fast! He's almost catching up with me...Old Five, come on!"

The child Feng Linnuo pampered himself and enjoyed the extreme pampering given to him by his sworn brothers.

Whether it was from the heart or forced by Hetun's power.

Feng Chongchong, who is less than eight months old, actually doesn't like such a noisy atmosphere.

He was looking for something, but couldn't seem to find it.

I have nothing to do, so I can only tease the childish kid who calls himself brother!

"Feng Chongchong, come to your father..." Feng Xinglang called out.

The little thing ignored his father's call and climbed to a place that looked like a wall but was actually an invisible door and paused. Then he freed up a little hand to pat left and right.

Xing Twelve raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly: Is it just a coincidence? Or is this little thing born with an exquisite heart with seven orifices? !

Because the place where Seal Chong Chong was slapping with his little hands was the entrance to the underground darkroom.

How could a little thing less than eight months old have such high acuity? !

Xing Twelve bent over and picked up Feng Chongchong from the newly laid handmade Persian carpet; the little thing immediately made a dissatisfied babbling sound.

Xing Twelve didn't understand what the little guy said; but he understood what the little guy meant: he wanted to enter the underground darkroom inside.

"Want to go in? It's very dark inside, and there might be monsters and the like...Aren't you afraid?"

Xing Twelve talked to Chicken and Duck with great interest. You should know that a little thing who is only eight months old should not be unable to understand his words.

But the little thing responded twice, which made Xing Twelve even more curious.

He glanced at the direction of the living room, where Feng Xinglang was sitting there chatting about life with his adoptive father Hetun. He turned sideways to avoid Feng Xinglang's possible sight, and quietly opened the door of the underground darkroom. .

I thought the little thing would scream in fear, but...

The squealing is a squealing, but that squealing is a novel and exciting squealing.

Interesting!

It’s more fun than his brother Fifteen!

With a little training, you can become a talented person in no time!

"Let me give you a number..."

Xing Twelve freed up one hand to count, "Seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...Xing twenty? It's too ugly! Why not call me...Xiao Xing Twelve? Xing Xiao Twelve? Xing Twelve little ones? It’s a bit hard to pronounce...Chongchong...Xing Chongchong? Well, it sounds better than crazy Chongchong!"

After a slight pause, Xing Twelve sighed faintly, "Otherwise, let's call him Xing Ba! Xing Xiaoba! How about it?"

He must have missed Xing Ba!

Xing Ba's role between his adopted father Hetun and his adopted brothers is equivalent to a snake oil.

Since he was gone, this Repulse Bay, together with Fort Pett, has lost a lot of warmth and laughter.

Xing Twelve, who had been muttering to himself, felt the little thing slipping from his arms to the ground. Without paying much attention, the little thing had crawled deep into the dark room.

What a bold little thing!

Xing Twelve likes this little bug even more!

When Xing Twelve chased after him, he discovered that Feng Chongchong was crawling in a dark corner, quiet and well-behaved.

What a special little thing, born with an aloof and cold personality.

Xing Twelve snuggled over and sat down next to the little guy; the little guy hummed first, then leaned on Xing Twelve's arm and yawned long, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Little Twelve Chong, can you be the adopted son of Brother Twelve?"

Xing Twelve kissed the back of the little guy's hand, "I will like you very much! I won't beat you, I won't scold you... I will raise you as my own son!"

The little guy snorted in disgust and fell asleep in Xing Twelve's arms.

…

It was rare for Feng Xinglang to sit face to face with Hetun without forgetting his past grudges.

"I heard that old Ando came to Shanghai...you didn't know?"

Feng Xinglang took a sip of tea and asked Hetun in a slightly questioning tone.

"I know……"

Hetun responded casually, and when he saw the questioning look in his son's eyes, he added:

"Why, do you still want me to line up to welcome you?!"

Feng Xinglang still knew what Hetun was like: he might hide something, but he rarely lied. This is completely in line with his status as a generational hero!

Rumors said that Hetun was as wealthy as anyone in the country, but Feng Xinglang was not interested in his money.

"You are... very familiar with that old Ando?"

Feng Xinglang continued to ask calmly.

"It's not very familiar... I once supported the Yamaguchi group."

Hetun pushed a plate of Feng Xinglang's favorite mango salty snacks to him and asked, "Why, is he making things difficult for you?"

Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment: He seemed to be hesitating, should he speak frankly to Hetun?

"I also want to financially support the Yamaguchi-gumi... I wonder if old Ando will buy my account?"

After weighing it, Feng Xinglang changed his approach.

"You want to support the Yamaguchi group? What's the purpose?"

Hetun put down the tea cup in his hand and looked calmer.

"I want to give everything I have to save someone!"

Feng Xinglang glanced at Hetun, whose expression became increasingly cold, but he calmly started to eat the plate of salty snacks.

"Who? Yan Bang?!" Hetun snapped.

As expected, although Hetun is cunning and scheming, he is not the kind of person to be secretive. What's more, the person in front of him is his only biological son. And it was the one he had with the only woman he loved deeply.

Feng Xinglang raised his head and took the wet wipes to wipe his hands without changing his expression, "Old Ando wants to kill Yan Bang and me because of Yoshida's death and an internal identification device of the Yamaguchi Group! He also threatened to kill both of us. One of them will die!"

I didn't expect that my biological son, who had always been arrogant and alienated from him, could be so honest with him.

"Don't worry, old Ando won't touch you!" Hetun comforted his son.

"For your sake?" Feng Xinglang asked with a smile.

"That is required!"

Hetun didn't beat around the bush with his only son, "Old Ando has to give me my thin noodles even if he doesn't give them to me! He knows that you are my only son, and if he dares to touch you, he knows that I will definitely follow him." Risk your life to the end!"

Is this demonstrating his deep fatherly love?

Could it be that he has forgotten how he, Hetun, brutally pursued his biological son all the way back then? !

Now it seems that it is not surprising why the Repulse Bay in Hetun is not fortified!

"Doesn't that mean that Yan Bang has become one of the two who must die?!" Feng Xinglang asked with a deep look.

"I don't know if Yan Bang is dead or not! I can only ensure the safety of my son!"

Looking at Feng Xinglang with a cold expression, Hetun added: "There is nothing else I can do about it!"

What He Tun said next directly killed the possibility that Feng Xinglang would open his mouth to plead for Yan Bang.

Feng Xinglang Junyan sank slightly.

At this moment, he seemed to understand what Miyamoto Bunta wrote on the note: [If you are willing to die for him, then neither of you will have to die! 】

In other words: He, Feng Xinglang, doesn’t have to die!

But Yan Bang will definitely die!