Chapter 626 Let the Bastard Father Hug Me for a While Longer!

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Xing Bazhen can be said to be well-intentioned and quite shrewd.

He tried his best not to disobey the orders of his adoptive father Hetun, and he was able to fulfill the little boy's wish smoothly; he would not let the little guy make a big fuss in the morning, a little fuss at noon, and work overtime at night to continue the fuss with him.

It was the little guy who discovered the abnormality by himself, and followed the doctor in to discover the secret. It has nothing to do with Xing Ba.

He only did one thing: that was to lure away Xing Lao Si who was guarding outside.

There is another biggest advantage: since the little guy secretly discovered the secret that his father was also in Fort Peter, the little guy will definitely not make a big deal of it, and maybe he will quietly find a way to rescue his father Feng Xinglang.

By the time the little thing figured out a solution, foster father Hetun had already returned to Fort Petter.

As long as Hetun comes back, he, Xing Ba, will be on business.

How the little guy wants to make a fuss next is the responsibility of his adoptive father and the old twelve, and he has nothing to do with Xing Ba completely.

It has to be said that Xing Ba's calculation was extremely shrewd.

Xing Twelve taught little Lin Nuo a good job of basic skills like tracking.

The doctor didn't seem to notice the abnormality behind him. Of course, there is a specialization in surgery, and his duty is to save lives and heal the wounded.

When the little guy saw his father Feng Xinglang in the dark room, he almost lost control and yelled. Pretending to be calm, he covered his small mouth and hid behind the treatment vehicle.

While the doctor was checking his father Feng Xinglang's vital signs, the little family members rolled from behind the treatment car and hid under the board.

The doctor didn't notice anything unusual, but Feng Xinglang felt it. Although the little guy's movements were fast, he still couldn't escape Feng Xinglang's eyes. He waited for his son all afternoon. That kind of earnest expectation may only be experienced after becoming a father.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang cooperated with the doctor very much in this examination. The examination was quite smooth, and the physical condition was not bad.

Probably with Xing Ba's permission, the doctor unlocked the handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's hands.

I told him a few more words similar to 'Life is precious', then turned and left.

One of Feng Xinglang's strong hands hung down on the edge of the board. The little guy looked at that big hand, and also saw the brown scar on the palm of that big hand. It was left behind after being shocked by the electric shock, and it looked a little hideous.

Feng Xinglang was just about to sit up and greet his son who was hiding under the board, but he clearly felt that there was a small hand in the palm of his injured big hand.

The small fleshy hand was carefully touching the wound in his palm. As if worried that it would hurt him, that little hand kept being light and light; even Feng Xinglang could feel the traces that the little finger had traced on his palm...

Feng Xinglang immediately clenched that little hand.

"Nonuo..." the voice murmured hoarsely.

The little guy was startled, and first poked his head out from under the panel to look at the situation in the darkroom, and only after he found that the doctor had left, he came out from under the panel.

The little guy leaned against the edge of the ridge, stared deeply at his own father, pursed his lips, and murmured:

"Feng Xinglang, why are you here?"

"I want to kiss my son! So I flew over."

Feng Xinglang described his experience so calmly. It seems that he doesn't want his son to feel any sadness and hatred.

The shackles of hatred are too heavy; Feng Xinglang only hopes that his children can live a healthy and happy life.

But Feng Xinglang didn't say anything, the little guy knew: it must be his adoptive father, Hetun, who brought his father, Feng Xinglang, to Fort Peter.

Seeing the prisoner's own father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy's expression was gloomy. Cover up the joy of seeing loved ones.

"Nonuo, I really want to hear you call me Dad... That feeling must be cool and handsome."

Since it was not suitable to talk about hatred with his son Lin Nuo, Feng Xinglang chose a relaxed and lively one.

He hooked his son into his arms, and messily used his cheeks and lips to touch and kiss.

It seems to be rubbing small things into his body. He is the continuation of his life, the blood of his blood.

Perhaps he has not been able to receive healthy and long-lasting love from his father and mother, so Feng Xinglang especially wants his children to have more.

But the little guy tried his mouth several times, but in the end he couldn't get those two words out of his mouth.

"Let's talk about it later... Take good care of your body."

The little guy was teary-eyed. He didn't satisfy his father Feng Xinglang's request, but he didn't seem to completely refuse either.

Feng Xinglang could tell that the little guy didn't want to express his feelings for his own father in this environment and under such oppression.

Feng Xinglang did not force his child, but kissed again and again tenderly, making his heart even more messy.

As Feng Xinglang himself said: In Shencheng, he couldn't even deal with Hetun; now that he has returned to Hetun's lair, he is alone and helpless, let alone Hetun's opponent.

"Nuo Nuo, in the future, you must listen carefully to your kissing mommy... You must protect her for the bastard daddy. It is really not easy for your kissing mommy to give birth to you... She has suffered a lot and suffered a lot sin of..."

If the bastard's own father dies, he will never be able to repay what he owes you, mother and son.

The latter words were swallowed back by Feng Xinglang.

Hugging the son in his arms tightly, he couldn't calm down anymore.

In Feng Xinglang's bitter plan, he considered that Hetun would suffer a lot; but he still underestimated the enemy more or less. With Xing Er's help, Hetun successfully captured Feng Xinglang back to Fort Peter.

The last hope can only be pinned on Cong Gang.

Cong Gang has always been Feng Xinglang's trump card and trump card.

Although Feng Xinglang didn't know the relationship between Cong Gang and Hetun very well, Feng Xinglang did know: Cong Gang was able to rescue him from the cruise ship in Hetun, and he became the only one who could rescue him from Peter's Fort people!

"Feng Xinglang, are you seriously ill?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang lying on the bed all the time, the little guy stretched out his little hand to try to lift the quilt. But Feng Xinglang held his little hand tightly.

The reason why Feng Xinglang lay down all the time was because he didn't want the little guy to see his handcuffed feet.

The little thing is only 5 years old, Feng Xinglang really doesn't want to cause him more trouble.

"It's okay... my father is pretending to be sick."

Feng Xinglang whispered in his son's ear, rubbing the little guy's ear with the tip of his nose lovingly.

"Then are you hungry? Let me get you some food."

The little guy was anxious to go out and find something for his own father to eat; but he was hugged tightly by Feng Xinglang, unable to move.

"Nuo Nuo, don't go... Let the bastard's father hold her for a while longer!"

Feng Xinglang knew clearly: before Hetun rushed back to Peter's Fort, there were not many chances for him to hug his own son...