When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already the morning of the second day.
The Feng family's morning was fresh and fragrant, full of vigor and vitality.
The flowers, grass, trees, and trees in the courtyard had all been pruned by Housekeeper Mo until they were luxuriant and luxuriant!
Housekeeper Mo had always felt that a lively living environment would objectively cultivate people's sentiments and make people more positive and optimistic.
But this kind of morning was not quiet, accompanied by the chirping of birds and the whispering of children.
It was Xue Luo who suggested to let Nuo Nuo and Tuan Tuan stay at home and not go to school.
The two little fellows agreed with Xue Luo's decision.
Xue Luo knew that she could not stop the man from looking for Yan Bang; she wanted to let the two children accompany her husband Feng Xinglang. At least it could divert the man's attention.
"Nuo Nuo, your task today with Sister Tuan Tuan is to take care of your biological father, understand?"
When Xue Luo went downstairs to prepare breakfast for her husband and children, she reminded the children.
"Biological sons can take care of their biological father alone! Mommy should bring Tuan Tuan downstairs. "
Little Lin Nuo was listless and could not lift his spirits. Plus Feng Tuan Tuan was very clingy, the little thing felt annoyed.
"Tuan Tuan will be obedient. He will not disturb Uncle's sleep and will not pester Brother Nuo Nuo. "
The little cutie was very self-aware and hurriedly promised.
Actually, Xue Luo really hoped that Tuan Tuan would be more clingy and willful at this moment. She wanted to play the role of a considerate cotton-padded jacket. Using familial love to comfort her husband Feng Xinglang's sad and guilty heart.
"Tuan Tuan, are your little feet cold? Hurry up and climb up to the bed. If your uncle wakes up later, remember to talk to him more often. Tuan Tuan's voice is very sweet, your uncle will definitely like it. "
"En! When uncle wakes up, Tuan Tuan will sing a nursery rhyme for him. Uncle said that Tuan Tuan's nursery rhyme is very nice. "
The little cutie said obediently. Her watery, cute, and sweet appearance was really likable.
"Then I will leave it to Tuan Tuan and my biological son."
Xue Luo carried her gloomy son onto the bed and kissed him lightly: "Mommy is going to cook something good for you. Wait here obediently."
Yan Bang's death was an indelible pain for both father and son.
Perhaps his son would forget about it in the near future, but his husband, Feng Xinglang, would remember it for a very long time …
He was like a brother to him, and they had gone through life and death together many times. He was a rare confidant in life!
Feng Xinglang only slowly opened his eyes after Xue Luo had gone downstairs.
He should have heard the conversation between Xue Luo and the two kids, but he didn't want to wake up.
"Uncle, you're awake? Do you feel better? Does your stomach still hurt? "
Before Feng Xinglang had the time to reminisce, he was pulled back to reality by his niece Feng Tuantuan's questions.
Little friend Lin Nuo just watched quietly.
His heart ached for his injured father, and he also felt guilty for not being able to take care of Big Bang Bang.
Looking at Feng Tuan Tuan's childish and innocent face, Feng Xing Lang revealed a faint smile, "Tuan Tuan, why have you lost weight? Is it because Uncle and Dad are not at home, so you didn't eat well? "
"Tuan Tuan will have a good meal! It's just that Tuan Tuan really missed Uncle and Nuo Nuo gege, so I lost weight. "
Little Cutie's ability to act obedient was almost innate.
Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand and rubbed Little Cutie's little face, "Uncle and Dad also miss Tuan Tuan."
"Biological father, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Son will help you call Doctor Jin. "
Little friend Lin Nuo held Feng Xinglang's other hand, looking sullen.
"No need … biological father is fine! Come, let biological father hug you. "
Feng Xinglang originally wanted to prop his upper body up, but when his abdomen was affected, he felt so much pain that his entire body turned soft.
"Biological father, lie down and don't move, let your biological son hug you!"
The little fellow hurriedly snuggled his little head over, using both hands to hug his biological father's neck, like an injured little koala.
"Tuan Tuan also wants to hug Uncle!"
Little Cutie followed suit and squeezed over, like a gentle and obedient kitten, he curled up in Feng Xinglang's arms.
*****
With a 'creak' sound, an eye-catching Maserati stopped outside the courtyard of the Feng family's villa.
Bai Mo was facing the bright and warm morning sun, but his handsome face was cold and gloomy.
"Feng Xinglang … Feng Xinglang … Come out!"
Before Housekeeper Mo could come forward to greet him, Bai Mo barged in and shouted loudly.
Xue Luo hurriedly walked out from the kitchen, "Bai Mo, so early? What's the matter? "
"Where's Feng Xinglang? I want to see him! "
Bai Mo snorted heavily, looking like he was here to denounce them.
"Your Brother Lang is still asleep, why are you looking for him?"
Xue Luo felt that this morning Bai Mo was full of unkind breath.
"Heh, still asleep? He seems to have a clear conscience! "
Bai Mo snorted coldly and quickly walked up the stairs.
Smelling the strong smell of gunpowder in Bai Mo's words, Xue Luo hurriedly followed him upstairs.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, Feng Xinglang held two children in his arms. He squinted his eyes and listened to Tuan Tuan's childish nursery rhyme.
With a 'bang', the bedroom door was kicked open by Bai Mo. The two children were shocked to varying degrees.
"Feng Xinglang, you're quite at ease!"
Bai Mo sneered coldly, "Brother Bang was buried in the sea, and you can still sleep with a clear conscience?"
Feng Xinglang glanced at Bai Mo and said lightly, "Then what do you want me to do? Die for Yan Bang? "
"You …!"
Bai Mo was infuriated by Feng Xinglang's lukewarm words. He breathed heavily through his nostrils.
"Feng Xinglang, are you f * cking human? Let me ask you: Did your family leave the seriously injured Brother Bang alone on the cruise ship and let him be blown to pieces?! "
Feng Xinglang stared at the furious Bai Mo and coldly spat out a word, "Yes."
"Feng Xinglang! You f * cking b * stard! "
Bai Mo roared thunderously, "How did Brother Bang treat you? How could you f * cking be so ungrateful? Are you still human? "
"Bai Mo … stop scolding … it's not what you think!"
Xue Luo sobbed and wanted to stop Bai Mo from scolding her husband.
"Let him scold me!"
Feng Xinglang was still cold and cheerless.
"Feng Xinglang, I was wrong about you! I, Bai Mo, was blind! Brother Bang was more important to you than his own life … For you, he never hesitated to die! As long as you were in trouble, Brother Bang was always the first to rush to help … "
As he spoke, Bai Mo choked with sobs, "Look at your family, each and every one of you is so selfish! Your family's life is a life, but my Brother Bang's life is not a life! "
"Bai Mo … please don't say anymore! It's really not what you think … "
Xue Luo cried out, "Yan Bang is dead, we are also very sad."
"He admitted it himself! What else do you have to say?! "
Bai Mo roared hysterically, "Your whole family is a bunch of selfish bastards! Only thinking of yourself to live! Feng Xinglang, the affection between us brothers, let's end it! "
Throwing down this heart-chilling sentence, Bai Mo angrily turned around and left.
"Bai Mo … Bai Mo …"
Xue Luo chased after him. She really couldn't bear to see her husband lose another brother after losing one.
Feng Xinglang was still lying on the bed, staring at the crystal lamp on the ceiling: no matter how crystal clear it is, it is no longer pure!
"Biological father, I'm sorry … it's all my fault … I couldn't take good care of Big Bang …"
The little fellow had been holding back the tears that were forming circles in her eyes.
If that white-haired granny vomiting blood and died, it was an accident; then Big Bang's death, the little fellow felt that he should bear the main responsibility.
Just like what Big White scolded: he was too selfish and didn't take good care of the injured Big Bang.
"Nuo Nuo, this is not your fault. You have already tried your best … "
Feng Xinglang warmly comforted his sad son.
"Biological son didn't try his best! Biological son should have insisted on staying with Big Bang! That way, adoptive father wouldn't have left Big Bang behind! "
The little fellow finally could not hold back the sadness and self-blame in his heart, and started crying bitterly.
"Nuo Nuo, good son, don't be like this! Big Bang's death is not your fault, it's biological father's fault … "
Feng Xinglang wanted to comfort his crying son, but he did not know where to start.
So whose fault is it?
The initiator, Fang Ruhai?
If he did not injure Yan Bang, Yan Bang would not be unable to move, and would not be abandoned on the cruise waiting for death.
But why did Fang Ruhai kidnap him and Yan Bang?
It should be because his son was beaten, and his woman's death …
Who beat his son? Why did his woman die?
There must be a cause and effect!
"Brother Nuo Nuo, don't cry … you cry, Tuantuan also want to cry."
Feng Tuantuan was in a daze the whole time, until Lin Nuo burst into tears, then she also sobbed sadly.
"Nuo Nuo, don't cry. Let's go find Da Bang Bang with our father! Biological father believes that Big Bang is not dead … he is so strong, so burly, he definitely won't die so easily! "
Feng Xinglang decided to give his son hope, and also to give himself something to think about.
The little fellow nodded seriously, "Biological son also believes that Big Bang is still alive! Let's go find him together! "
*****
One month later.
Yan Bang's chance of survival was getting slimmer and slimmer.
But the search for Yan Bang's whereabouts was still going on non-stop.
Time is the best medicine, it allowed Lin Nuo to gradually get rid of the self-blame in his heart, and was sent to kindergarten by his mommy Xue Luo.
In addition to Feng Tuantuan this very good tormenting spirit, the little fellow also slowly accepted the cruel fact that Big Bang was already dead.
But sometimes, to an adult, time is not necessarily a good medicine.
In such a big office, time seemed to stop at this moment.
Feng Xinglang lazily sat in the big office chair, his eyes staring for a long time at a slightly wrinkled photo.
Three men, each had their own signature style: cold and mighty, calm and wise, arrogant and narcissistic!
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