The little guy was too lazy to argue with his father.
He only gave the bastard's father a resentful look before burying his head in the crook of He Tun's left arm and no longer looked at him.
"You really don't want to eat? Then your father will be in luck! "
Amidst everyone's suppressed sadness, Feng Xinglang was still able to eat happily.
"Xue Luo, you eat too. This chicken wing platter, I heard from the chef that there are eight flavors; whichever you like, let the chef make more. "
Xue Luo loved to eat chicken wings. He Tun knew this when he lived in Fort Pater. He Tun didn't care about this, but now that Xue Luo was his daughter-in-law, his grandson's mother, his attitude changed 180 degrees.
"Dad, you eat too. The doctor is waiting to give you an infusion! Nuo Nuo, I will feed you later, don't worry! "
"No hurry!"
He Tun lowered his head and kissed the little guy's head, "Just sit with my Fifteen, the effect is better than taking medicine and injections!"
Lin Nuo was stubborn, the old He Tun was not much better. Xue Luo wasn't able to persuade him with just a few words. The two of them snuggled up to each other. They were sad, but at the same time, they felt a little warm.
"Eat your food! If they are hungry, they will eat by themselves! "
Feng Xinglang picked up a cola chicken wing for his wife, "Do you want your husband to help you take a bite first?"
Xue Luo stared at her husband who didn't care about the situation, then started to eat the chicken wing.
It was not that they didn't care about the situation; they couldn't just hug each other and cry, right? His son Lin Nuo had been crying for more than an hour. That was enough to give his He Tun face!
"Hmm … this one is salt and pepper flavored … this one is garlic flavored … this one seems to be red wine flavored?"
"Bastard Feng Xinglang! You are so annoying! You don't like to eat chicken wings, why did you bite them one by one? You're wasting food like this, okay? Mommy hasn't eaten yet! "
Lin Nuo couldn't stand his father's bad behavior!
That bastard of a father actually bit the chicken wings on the platter one by one! Furthermore, he only tasted it once before tossing it away and moving on to the next one.
"It's none of my business whether your mommy eats it or not! Hmm … This piece looks like a chicken wing that has been marinated in curry … There are still three more pieces, I'll continue to try them! "
"Feng Xinglang, you have no manners at all!"
The little fellow turned her sadness into indignation at her father. "I'm so sad, and you're still eating so happily? Your conscience is too evil! "
"If sadness can solve the problem, Daddy is willing to cry with you here!"
Feng Xinglang gazed deeply at the little thing whose eyes were red from crying. "Your foster father's arm is broken. He must be very sad, too. Your crying and sorrow will only make him more sad!"
"Feng Linnuo, your biological father knows that you are a filial and obedient child, but your biological father hopes that you will be a brave and optimistic good child!"
"Your foster father's arm won't grow back, but your foster father can still hold you and love you with a prosthetic arm!"
"All of this requires your encouragement and support, not your constant crying and pestering!"
The little fellow was silent and nodded with tears in her eyes. "Biological father … Is there no other way?"
"If there is, Old Eight, Old Twelve, and the others will spare no effort to help your foster father!"
Feng Xinglang exhaled a breath of turbid air. "You saw it just now, Old Eight suffered a serious internal injury … They've tried their best! So, don't blame them anymore! "
The little fellow glanced in the direction of the bedroom. "Oh yes, where's Old Twelve? Why didn't I see him? "
"Your Brother Twelve's face was injured by stray bullets and fragments, then burned. He thinks he's ugly, so he hides in the room and refuses to come out to see you!"
He Tun didn't care about beauty or ugliness, but Xing Twelve was an elegant and handsome young man.
"Then I'll go and see Old Twelve!"
The little fellow climbed down from the chair and ran toward Xing Twelve's bedroom.
It seemed that the knot in the little fellow's heart had been eased by his biological father, Feng Xinglang's words.
The noisy little brat left the dining table, and the three people at the dining table were enveloped by sadness once again.
"Ah Lang, you can come and see Daddy … Daddy is really happy!"
He Tun's voice was hoarse as he gazed at his only son affectionately.
Feng Xinglang didn't respond, only nodding his head. "Alright, don't be so generous! Since you don't have an appetite, then go to the doctor for an infusion first. I see that your wound is already bleeding from Nuo Nuo's torment, it's better to hurry and go in for treatment! If the little thing sees this, he'll cry bitterly and quarrel with you again. "
He Tun then subconsciously looked at his broken arm, and there was indeed a little blood flowing out of his sleeve.
"It's also affecting my appetite!"
Feng Xinglang's words had an effect, and He Tun immediately stood up. "Then I'll go in and take care of it, you guys eat slowly!"
After the doctor accompanied He Tun into the treatment room, Feng Xinglang then slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand.
Although the man pretended to be carefree, Xue Luo could feel that the man wasn't feeling good in his heart. She reached over and gently stroked the man's back.
"Alright Lang, let's go and see Xing Eight together? It's a good opportunity to ask him what exactly happened. "
Xue Luo could see that her husband didn't really have a good appetite; he just didn't want this sad atmosphere to become even sadder.
"You accompany Nuo Nuo to see Xing Twelve, I'll go and see Xing Eight alone!"
Feng Xinglang stood up, but sent his wife Xue Luo away. "Don't let Nuo Nuo Nuo mess up Xing Twelve again!"
"Alright then! I'll go accompany Nuo Nuo. Oh right, Xing Eight's room is on the right … "
"Don't worry! Don't we still have my brother-in-law to lead the way! "Feng Xinglang revealed a faint smile.
…
When Feng Xinglang came in, Xing Eight was in the middle of an infusion. His face was extremely pale, and he looked like he was on the verge of death.
"Why are you so unlucky?"
Feng Xinglang humorously said, "Almost completely annihilated?"
Xing Eight smiled faintly. "I'm not afraid that Crown Prince Xing will laugh at me … I really almost … almost completely annihilated!"
"Alright, don't move! Don't speak! "
Feng Xinglang pressed down on Xing Eight, who wanted to get up. "Look at you, you're so angry that you can't even breathe properly. If you were really angered to death by me, how unlucky would that be!"
Seeing Xing Eight lying back down, Feng Xinglang mocked again, "Back then, you guys only dared to be unreasonable with me! Now that you've met a truly ruthless character, all of you have become soft feet, right? "
Xing Eight's face turned bitter. "There's an army of two to three hundred people stationed there …"
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