Chapter 476 You Are so Stupid that You Don’t Even Understand!

The little guy's sudden outburst caught Xing Twelve off guard.

Usually the little guy would yell at him, but rarely like now, his eyes were filled with tears ready to come out.

"I want a hug! Hurry up!"

It seems that this has reached the limit of what a 5-year-old child can bear.

The moment Xing Twelve picked up the little guy, the little guy couldn't help but squeezed his neck and cried loudly. The little grievances in my heart were turned into crystal clear tears.

"What's wrong, Fifteen? Why are you crying?"

Xing Twelve felt sorry for Xiao Fifteen. Apart from his adoptive father Hetun, Xing Twelve was the closest to the little guy. Xing Twelve was also assigned to Xiao Shiwu by Hetun. Responsible for teaching him some attack skills, and also taking care of the little thing's food, drink and litter.

"Lao Twelve, I feel so uncomfortable."

The little guy said with tears in his eyes. In this case, the little guy can only tell Xing Twelve. My adoptive father Hetun couldn't say it, and my mother Xueluo couldn't say it even more.

"Why are you feeling so uncomfortable? Tell Brother Twelve."

Xing Twelve gently patted the little guy's back, trying to calm his choking and sadness.

"Old Twelve, don't ask anymore! You're so stupid... you don't understand even if I tell you! I'm too lazy to tell you!"

The little guy angrily hit Xing Twelve's head with his little head, trying to shut up Xing Twelve.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask! Just tell me when you want to say it!"

Xing Twelve just held the little guy and walked back and forth in the corridor.

Until the little guy's mood slowly calmed down.

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The crossbow arrow has been taken out. After a doctor's examination, there was no trace of poison.

Feng Xinglang only suffered flesh injuries, and no vital parts of his body were hurt.

In fact, Feng Xinglang could tell at a glance that it was a repeating crossbow, which could fire at least three arrows in a row. But at that time, the little guy just held the crossbow in his hand and did not shoot at Feng Xinglang.

Is this the friendliness he's showing himself? Or is this the little guy's inherent kindness?

Feng Xinglang was more willing to believe it was the latter! What a cute little milk baby, such a cute one. You must not be as vicious and cruel as Hetun.

But under Hetun's long-term influence, how could the little thing maintain his original kindness?

Is this the price he pays for bullying girls?

Feng Xinglang's heroic brows furrowed deeply: When had he ever bullied a girl and let him see it?

Small group?

What Feng Xinglang instinctively thought of was a little girl about the same age as the little thing.

After Yan Bang sent the doctor away, he walked in with a bowl of soup.

"Take a few sips of the squab soup cooked by the cook. It will be good for your wound healing."

Yan Bang scooped up a spoon and fed it to Feng Xinglang's lips.

At that time, Feng Xinglang had been immersed in the resentment and nostalgia in the little guy's eyes when he looked at him. He just opened his mouth to drink the soup Yan Bang fed him.

This soup is always available here in Yanbang, and it is very rich and mellow in the mouth. It must have been stewed for some time.

"Sleep at my place tonight. I hired a Thai guy who has good massage skills."

Yan Bang drank up the little soup left in the bowl. It seemed that he was very satisfied with Feng Xinglang's obedience.

"What are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought."

Yan Bang put soft silk pajamas on Feng Xinglang's bare back and gently caressed his spine.

"How long has it been since you practiced? You're all loose!"

"Bang, what do you think Xing Fifteen...is about?"

Obviously, Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang are in two different parallel worlds at this moment. The two people focus on completely different directions.

"Isn't he just a little P kid? What's his background? Do you still think that little bastard is the British royal family?"

Yan Bang snorted lightly, "Even if that little thing is really some kind of royal family, it's just a tool used by Hetun!"

After a slight pause, Yan Bang sneered again, "You said that Hetun is so perverted that he actually trained a kid who is only a few years old to assassinate you? The key is that if this little thing really kills you, even the police Uncle can’t even control it!”

Yan Bang's words were exactly what Feng Xinglang was feeling depressed about.

It seemed that the little thing was quite prejudiced against him. When we met for the first time, we were immediately at war with each other!

This second meeting...

Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang was looking forward to meeting the little guy for the second time! Masochist?

"What kind of bad intentions can a little P kid of just a few years old have? It's not because he was instigated by Hetun."

For some reason, Feng Xinglang subconsciously spoke for little Lin Nuo.

"Feng Xinglang, are you feeling compassion for that little thing? Or are you going crazy because you miss your son?"

Yan Bang just said it casually.

Because he heard Ye Shinian say: The woman named Lin Xueluo seemed to have conceived a child for Feng Xinglang. But later, in retaliation for Feng Xinglang abandoning their mother and son when doing the multiple-choice questions in Hetun, she angrily aborted the child in front of him.

For a long time, Feng Xinglang fell into the abyss of losing his beloved son and could not extricate himself.

Feng Xinglang was really startled!

The ringing of the cell phone interrupted Feng Xinglang's momentary thoughts.

The call came from Feng's house.

As soon as the call was connected, Feng Tuantuan's soft and sweet voice came.

"Papa, why haven't you come back yet?"

At this moment, the little cutie’s voice is the most soulful. It was also what Feng Xinglang wanted to hear most.

"Papa is busy at work. Why hasn't Tuantuan gone to bed yet?"

Feng Xinglang moved to a comfortable posture and chatted on the phone with Feng Tuantuan.

"Papa is not at home, so Tuantuan can't sleep. Papa, would you please take your work home? That way you can hold Tuantuan with one hand and work with the other."

The little cutie's voice was soft and waxy, making Feng Xinglang's ears particularly comfortable. It seemed to soothe his somewhat sad mood tonight.

"Be good Tuantuan, go find your big papa and let him coax you to sleep! Your big papa is the best at telling stories."

"But Tuantuan doesn't want to hear stories tonight. Tuantuan just wants little Papa to hold him and sleep. Is Papa's work more important than Tuantuan?"

The little guy had a sweet voice and was reluctant to give up.

"Of course it's not as important as Tuantuan! It's just..."

Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang, "It's just that your Uncle Yan is injured. He is seriously injured and is about to die, so Papa must go and see him."

"But...but Tuan Tuan is so hungry, so hungry that he's almost dying."

The little cutie's skills in learning and applying have become extremely proficient.

"Nonsense! Didn't Grandma An prepare something delicious for Tuan Tuan to eat?"

"Yes, I did it, but they are all things Tuantuan doesn't like to eat! Papa, why don't you pack a chicken wing for Tuantuan and take it back after watching Uncle Yan! Tuantuan wants to eat it! He can eat it all Can’t sleep!”

"Papa, you must buy it back! Tuan Tuan will wait, wait, and wait until dawn! Goodbye, Papa!"

Before Feng Xinglang could answer, the little thing had already hung up the phone.

She is just as careful as her mother.

Feng Xinglang was defeated by the little cutie's persistent begging.