Chapter 2044 Cong Gang (26)

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what happened?

Could it be that he was sleepwalking?

But his legs, which had just been corrected a few days ago, were not allowed to get out of bed and walk!

Feng Xinglang was really confused! The key is that I don’t feel any pain at all!

But at the connection between the fixed bracket and the flesh, a lot of blood spilled out. But it’s not clear whose blood this is!

"Mr. Feng...Mr. Feng...why did you fall?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang who was lying on the ground using his arms to support his upper body and trying to get up with difficulty, Basong and Xing Shiqi ran over immediately.

As for why he fell, even Feng Xinglang himself didn't know!

"Don't move! Don't move my leg...it hurts...it hurts!"

As soon as Xing Shiqi touched Feng Xinglang's leg, he exclaimed. He was used to being cared for in every detail by Cong Gang, and subconsciously he would reject anyone who wanted to touch his injured leg. And now Feng Xinglang is becoming more and more intolerant of pain.

"Mr. Feng, where did you fall? Why are you still bleeding? Did you fall on your leg again?"

Basong was still fast enough, and when Feng Xinglang wasn't paying attention, he moved Feng Xinglang, who had fallen to the ground, to the hospital bed.

The key is that he is immune to and ignores Feng Xinglang's scolding.

Xing Shiqi, on the other hand, was cautious, fearing to hurt Prince Xing again. Because of his poor protection, he had already been beaten up by his adoptive father He Tunhao, so he became even more worried.

When you hug Feng Xinglang, you will inevitably touch his legs. The pain will definitely be a little bit, but Feng Xinglang's is not a little bit.

"You bitch, please don't touch my legs. You don't even have ears!" Feng Xinglang kicked him and hit Basong straight in the chest.

"He's bleeding from the fall... Xing Shiqi, please call your adoptive father quickly... I'll go find a doctor!" Basong immediately ran out to call the doctor.

Xing Shiqi hesitated for a while and finally called Hetun. Because Hetun had warned him: If anything unusual happens to Prince Xing, he must be notified immediately! Prince Xing fell down and was bleeding. Such a big thing must be a serious abnormality.

"Cong Gang...Cong Gang! Where did your mother die?"

At the moment when Feng Xinglang fell, Cong Gang dared not to be by his side?

Feng Xinglang, who lost his sense of security, began to curse. He seemed to have given full responsibility for his injured leg to Cong Gang! I really didn't expect him to leave!

The kid Feng Chongchong was not interested at all in this farce. His own father was not worried about his injury. After searching around the bathroom, he quietly sat back on the bed and waited silently for the big insect to come back.

"Prince Xing, don't be so excited... your adoptive father will be here in a moment!" Xing Shiqi supported Feng Xinglang's upper body as he tried to sit up.

"Who asked you to call Hetun? Whether I am alive or dead has nothing to do with him!"

Feng Xinglang was naturally unhappy to be woken up in the middle of the night. The key is that he was so sleepy that he didn't figure out how he fell out of bed.

"Prince Xing, how is your leg? Basong has already gone to call the doctor!"

Faced with Prince Xing who was in a mood again, Xing Shiqi was helpless.

In less than half an hour, Hetun rushed to the ward. The doctor had already treated Feng Xinglang's wound.

"What's wrong with my Alang's leg? What did you do to him? How could you let him fall? His mother is eating for nothing!" Hetun was furious.

"Family members, please rest assured that it is just a skin injury! There is no secondary injury to the leg bone after correction!"

"Skin trauma is not an injury? How do you take care of patients?" Hetun grabbed the doctor's white coat.

"Father...Father, don't be angry! Prince Xing still needs to rest!" Xing Twelve hurriedly came forward to persuade him.

Feng Xinglang gave the irritable Hetun a cold look: subconsciously, he felt that all his concern was like an act! When he thought about why he had to undergo corrective surgery on his legs, he felt so depressed that he couldn't calm down.

"Hetun, don't show off your martial arts and power in front of me! Go back quickly, I need to rest!"

The son calls himself Lao Tzu in front of his father; the grandson calls his biological grandfather and adoptive father; what a messy relationship!

"Alang, dad knows you are angry with me...Dad did make mistakes! But dad really wants to make up for the mistakes he made..."

"Hetun! Can you stop calling yourself 'dad' all the time? I sound very unhappy with that!"

The father and son started fighting again.

The little boy Feng Chongchong just watched quietly. Wait patiently for those who should leave and those who should come back to come back!

Such quarrels did not happen once or twice a day. Xing Twelve had already become accustomed to it.

His eyes kept falling on the quiet and well-behaved Xing Xiaochong.

"Why are you so quiet? You are more patient than me!"

Xing Twelve wanted to come over and hug him, but the little thing immediately crawled towards the end of the bed.

"You won't give me a hug, right? If I have to hug you, it's impossible..."

Xing Twelve thought it was really fun to tease this little guy. It's much more fun than teasing my fifteenth younger brother.

"Hetun will cut you!"

The little guy held it in for a long time before saying this complete sentence.

"Hahahaha... you can speak now? You can speak very well! I thought you were... a little mute before!"

At that time, Xing Twelve was only interested in playing with Xiao Chong, and seemed to have forgotten that his adoptive father was still in a feud with Prince Xing.

As a result, his heartless smile attracted the attention of both Hetun and Feng Xinglang.

"Xing Twelve, can you speak? You actually called my Chongchong a little mute? You deserve a beating!"

For Feng Xinglang, who is extremely protective of his children: no matter how bad his children are, no one else can say anything about them.

"Twelve, little Chongzhi is just kidding, you are not allowed to laugh at him like that!" Hetun scolded.

"Cut him...cut him!"

Idle time is also idle, sitting and watching a strange old man with one hand beat people is not a bad thing. The key is that this stupid guy who keeps teasing him doesn't dare to fight back!

"Hahahaha... Xiaochong wants to see grandpa beat Lao Twelve?"

Hetun also smiled with a kind face, "Okay, then grandpa will cut him to vent his anger on my little insect!"

Hetun raised his hand and slapped Xing Twelve on the back; Xing Twelve fell to the ground in cooperation.

I thought the little guy would be amused and laugh...but the little guy still had a cold face!

Does this count as cutting? Playing with a three-year-old child!

Thinking of something, the little guy immediately climbed out of bed and quickly took out a fruit knife from the fruit basket and handed it to Hetun.

"Cut him!"

The little guy pointed with his finger at Xing Twelve, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

"You brat, you actually brought a knife? Are you serious? It's a good thing Brother Twelve still likes you so much!"

Xing Twelve hugged the little guy and kissed his little face several times.

The little guy rubbed it again and again in despair, and then grunted: "Big Chongchong... I'll cut you!"

"Who is Big Chongchong? That... that Cong Gang?" Xing Twelve asked with a snort.

"By the way, Alang, where did Cong Gang, who has been guarding you all this time, go?" He Tunhuan took a look and asked.

Hetun's question reminded Feng Xinglang of something: that bitch left inexplicably... what on earth did he do?

Vaguely, Feng Xinglang felt that Cong Gang must have turned into a monster! The key is what kind of demon is he trying to be?

He fell to the ground in the middle of the night... To be precise, he should have woken up from the ground; and Hetun was also called over... Could it be that he wanted to lure the tiger away from the mountain? !

Didn't Mr. Bai tie him up to plead guilty for himself? Why is there no more content? It seems that there has been no news about those two idiots Bai Mo for a long time! Even that stupid big girl stopped!

Not to mention, he had indeed been very quiet these past two days. It's too quiet.

Could it be said that Hetun did not take any action? Let the man who beat his son go unpunished? Always feel like you're missing something?

"Dead!" Feng Xinglang cursed angrily.

"Dead? Why did he die suddenly?" Hetun was slightly startled.

"Didn't you hear that I was perfunctory with you?" Feng Xinglang glanced at Hetun, "You came and went in such a hurry! I want to rest!"

"Then you can rest! Lao Twelve and I will play with Xiao Chong for a while!"

Hetun had long been accustomed to hearing such cold expulsion orders, and he had developed a shameless attitude.

"Little insect...how do you want grandpa to cut off Lao Twelve?"

As soon as Hetun reached out his hand to touch his grandson's face, the little guy yelled: "Don't touch me!"

"Hey, are you also stubborn with grandpa?"

Hetun really likes this little stubborn guy, "Do you know that I am your grandfather? I am your father's father... Haha!"

"Let's go...Daddy huh huh!"

The little guy pushed Hetun, wanting him to leave quickly. Because only when he leaves will Big Chongchong come back.

"Xiao Chong, don't be so rude! He is your biological grandfather! The person who gave birth to your father!"

Xing Twelve and Hetun never tired of teasing the angry little guy.

"Chongchong, can you call me grandpa?" Hetun felt very good about himself as he flirted with his grandson.

"Go, go! Daddy huh huh!"

It's not over yet, and the little guy is getting a little irritable.

"Grandpa is reluctant to leave...Grandpa wants to spend more time with you and your father!"

Hetun simply sat down on the accompanying bed and said, "Let grandpa hug you! Your brother has been raised by grandpa since he was a child!"

"Don't touch me!"

The little guy who was forced to have nowhere to hide was finally carried into Hetun's arms by Xing Twelve.

Even if you don’t want to be hugged, you still have to be hugged! Even if you don’t want to be kissed, you still have to be kissed!

"Dad...save me...save the bug!"

The little guy is not used to such greasy family affection. It felt like Hetun and Xing Twelve were trying to eat him.

Seeing his youngest son playing tricks with He Tun and Xing Twelve, Feng Xinglang's nose felt sour.

He has always longed for such family affection since he was a child, but unfortunately his childhood was not only bleak, but also full of violence and blood.

So Feng Xinglang doted on his three children extraordinarily! Even to the point of being unprincipled! He wants his children to grow up healthy and full of fatherly and motherly love from an early age.

After allowing an appropriate amount of time, Feng Xinglang lengthened his voice and scolded:

"Can you guys calm down for a while? It's three o'clock in the morning... Do I, the patient, still need to rest?"

"It's so noisy... let's go! Daddy, huh, huh!" the little guy immediately helped.

"Still snoring... Do you think it's the little pig snoring? Little insect, why are you so cute!"