Chapter 1769 Waiting for Tenderness 45

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly... Do you have the guts to say it again?"

Feng Xinglang wanted to give Xing Twelve a chance to change his story.

"I said... I like Lin Xueluo! From now on, I won't allow you to hurt her!"

Such bold words even confused Xing Twelve himself.

To say he likes her, maybe Xing Twelve does have a good impression of Lin Xueluo. After all, we have been together under the same roof for four or five years.

Furthermore, Lin Xueluo has always shown herself to Hetun Yizi as a gentle, sensible, considerate and virtuous lady. It is not surprising that Xing Twelve, who has always been ignorant about the relationship between men and women, would have an admiration for her. .

This does not mean that Xing Twelve must marry Lin Xueluo!

Because of the limitations of his life circle, Xing Twelve thought that he should like Lin Xueluo.

"Madam... Madam... Go to the study and take a look. The second young master... he seems to be fighting with Xing Twelve!"

The study door is locked. Unable to get in, Housekeeper Mo came to see his second wife, Lin Xueluo. Whether it's Xing Twelve or Xing Fourteen, he feels like his wife's cousin to the Feng family. They should listen to Lin Xueluo.

And this is also true!

"What? Xinglang and Lao Twelve got into a fight?"

Xueluo, who had just put on her youngest son's soft cotton jumpsuit, immediately threw the little boy to his aunt and ran out quickly.

The study door could not be opened, but the sound of fighting inside was clearly audible.

"Twelve...Xinglang...what are you doing in there? Open the door quickly!"

Xueluo naturally turned towards her husband Feng Xinglang. Considering Xing Twelve's skills, she hurriedly slapped the study door.

"Old Twelve, I'm warning you: if you dare to hurt my Xinglang, your adoptive father will never let you go!"

With Xing Twelve's skills, self-protection should be no problem. If he was cruel to her husband Feng Xinglang, the situation would be terrible.

About four or five minutes later, the study door was opened.

The first person to walk out of the study was Xing Twelve. Xing Twelve looked frustrated. The left cheek must have been punched by Feng Xinglang, and it looked a little bloody.

Feng Xinglang, who was walking behind Xing Twelve, was in a much more embarrassed state: his upper lip was swollen and protruding, and he was dripping with blood; his entire right eye circle was bruised; he must have been hit hard by Xing Twelve. A punch.

"Xinglang...Xinglang, why are you injured like this?"

Xueluo came forward and gently held her husband's cheek to examine carefully, feeling so distressed that her eyes were red.

Immediately, Xueluo began to question: "Old Twelve! How could you be so harsh to Xinglang?"

"He didn't hit himself! I didn't use any force!" Xing Twelve rolled his eyes.

"Xing Twelve, you have gone too far! Xinglang is your adoptive father's biological son. If you deal such a heavy hand, aren't you afraid that your adoptive father will blame you?"

"He hit me first! I was just defending myself!"

Being questioned by Xueluo in such an unreasonable way, Xing Twelve felt quite unhappy, so he shouted angrily:

"Feng Xinglang, why don't you hurry up and take your wife and children to complain to my adoptive father?! So that my adoptive father can beat me up and vent your anger on you! Go quickly!"

How childish!

But Feng Xinglang's response was...show affection!

"Xueluo, do you feel sorry for your husband? My husband is fine, he is just playing around with Xing Twelve!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his wife's forehead lovingly, "My husband knows that you only have your eyes and hearts for your husband... Your husband is the only man you love most in this life! Your undying love until death!"

This...is this a little too sensational?

Your teeth are going to be sore, okay?

"My dear, my husband loves you too!"

After saying this, Feng Xinglang began to kiss his wife Lin Xueluo.

This show of affection is so... so shameless!

"..." Xing Twelve tilted his mouth, and left holding his breath while feeling angry and resentful.

A kiss that smelled of blood was obviously uncomfortable. But Xueluo couldn't break free.

It wasn't until Xing Twelve left the Feng family's living room angrily that Feng Xinglang was willing to kiss the woman in his arms.

"Xinglang, what are you doing?" Xueluo pushed the man away.

"Show affection!"

Feng Xinglang smiled evilly, "Of course, it's not all a show...the key is that we are quite affectionate to begin with!"

"There's something wrong with you!" Xueluo couldn't help complaining.

"Ugh...uh!"

Feng Xinglang was in pain, covering his abdomen and half-bowing, "This kid really did have a few blows... and... it really hurts!"

Even though he knew that he was no match for Xing Twelve, Feng Xinglang still took the initiative to provoke Xing Twelve.

A fearless challenge for the brave!

He wanted Xing Twelve to know that Feng Xinglang's woman was not someone he, Xing Twelve, could covet.

Coupled with the wise show of affection just now, it was a good lesson for Xing Twelve!

"Xinglang...where are you injured?" Xueluo eagerly picked up the bowing man.

"No... not hurt! I lied to you... a cruel trick!"

The man smiled evilly and immediately hugged the worried woman into his arms.

"Disgusting! You lied to me about your feelings again!"

Feng Xinglang groaned in pain as the woman punched his back.

"Xueluo, remember not to say anything to Hetun. Xing Twelve and I really just had a discussion."

"Don't worry! You deserve the beating!"

"..."

Be generous when you should be generous, and be quite petty when you should be petty!

How could Xueluo not love such a man?

…

Xing Twelve was still nervous for three days, and he was already prepared to be beaten up by his adoptive father and then put into solitary confinement; but he never waited until Feng Xinglang dragged his family to complain to his adoptive father Hetun.

On the evening of the third day, Xing Shisi picked up Feng Linnuo and Feng Chongchong.

"Twelve-year-old, you didn't even pick me up from school today... You are getting better and better at putting on airs now!"

Little Lin Nuo jumped directly into Xing Twelve's arms, showing no sign of any barriers at all.

"Fifteen, is your biological father...how are you doing recently?"

Xing Twelve asked, holding the little guy's meaty butt lovingly.

"It's just fine... Dabangbang hasn't been able to wake up. I know my father must be feeling uncomfortable!"

"How about the injury on your father's face...?" Xing Twelve asked in a long voice.

"Oh... my mouth is much better, but the circle under my right eye is still green!"

The little guy smacked his lips, "They must have been beaten by Dabaibai and that silly leopard again! I think Dabaibai is going crazy!"

"..." Did Feng Xinglang refuse to tell his son the truth?

This is obviously an excellent opportunity to draw hatred! You can use this to distance yourself from his relationship with Fifteen!

Feng Xinglang didn't make good use of it? !

Xing Twelve raised his beautiful eyebrows: Feng Xinglang probably felt humiliated by being beaten by him, so he was embarrassed to tell his children!

That must be the case!

…

Feng Xinglang, who was at work, unexpectedly received a call from Bai Mo.

It was quite unexpected.

Because since Feng Xinglang deliberately pulled out Yan Bang's oxygen tube, Bai Mo hasn't spoken to him for almost four months!

Could it be that Yan Bang...is really dead this time?