Feng Xinglang scooped the tearful little fellow into his embrace and lovingly touched the little fellow's face.
Feng Xinglang would deal with anyone or anything that made his own son cry at the first possible moment.
"Don't worry my good son, if your foster father doesn't give the order, Old Twelve will not dare to die! They are so foolishly loyal! "
Feng Xinglang hugged his son tightly on his shoulder, "Really not giving face to my Young Master Feng … Looks like biological father will have to take action personally!"
"Biological father, do you have any good ideas?"
The little fellow lay on Feng Xinglang's shoulder and asked listlessly.
"Of course!"
Feng Xinglang kissed the little fellow's tearful face, "Can't biological son be a little stronger? If you cry, you won't be handsome anymore! Wasting biological father's good genes for nothing! "
The little fellow sniffed his nose and used his small arm to wipe away the tears on his face, "You're so annoying, biological son didn't cry at all."
What a stubborn and prideful little thing!
"Then you can't be fierce to Old Twelve!"
The little fellow worriedly warned his biological father, Feng Xinglang, "Old Twelve's face was disfigured, his heart must be very sad."
"Then biological father should listen to his biological son, reason with Old Twelve and move him with emotion!"
Tonight Feng Xinglang could be said to be an enhanced version of a loving father. Carefully protecting his son's young heart from harm.
"Biological father … biological son believes you! Biological father is the best! "
Not only did he gain the little fellow's dependence on him, he also gained the little fellow's trust in him.
Xue Luo did not follow over, only looking at the little fellow who was enjoying his father's love from afar. Looking at the father and son hugging each other warmly, their love for each other was so deep that it could not be expressed in words.
Xue Luo believed: With the protection of a father and husband, her son's future life will only get better and more beautiful!
It's a pity … I can't give birth to a daughter for this man, just to make do with the word "good"!
The door to Xing Twelve's room was locked.
The little fellow looked at his biological father Feng Xinglang with eyes full of hope, waiting for his good idea.
Feng Xinglang knocked on the door a few times, the room was indeed quiet. There was no response.
"Nuo Nuo, are you sure Old Twelve is inside?"
"Yes!" The little fellow nodded seriously. "My uncle said that the doctor had already changed Twelfth Brother's medicine before we came!"
After a slight pause, the little guy emphasized again, "Twelfth must be inside! He just didn't want to see anyone! You don't even want to see me! "
The little fellow thought for a moment. "Do you want me to call my foster father over to knock on the door?"
"No need! Father has a way to make him open the door willingly! "
"Really?"
"Of course it's real! When has your father ever lied to you?! "
"You've coaxed your own son many times!"
"Did I?"
"Yes! But don't try to scare your own son this time! "
"Of course!"
Feng Xinglang knocked on the door again, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Xing Shier, give me some face and open the door!"
The room was still silent.
"It's useless! Even my own son's face doesn't matter, let alone yours! "
The little fellow had already used this move many times! Including 'your best brother Twelfth' and 'your favorite brother Fifteenth', none of them worked!
"My good son, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to undermine me now, right?"
Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and said, "You should cooperate with your biological father. Let's put on a show first!"
"Put on a show? Who's going to be the one getting beaten up? "
The little fellow asked innocently. Perhaps in the little fellow's understanding, putting on a show meant that one party was going to be beaten up! Being beaten and bleeding, that was the real trick of injuring oneself to gain the confidence of others!
Feng Xinglang made a shushing gesture at his son, indicating that the little fellow should wait and see.
"Xing Shier, it's not a big deal … You're being unreasonable and refusing to open the door, making my Nuo Nuo so anxious that he's jumping up and down and tearing up. How can you bear to see him like that!"
The little fellow looked at his biological father, Feng Xinglang. Did he want him to perform 'jumping up and down' and 'tearing up' outside the door?
"Nuo Nuo loves you so much. How sad will he be if you ignore him like this!"
After the emotional scene was laid out, Feng Xinglang continued his offensive. "Xing Shier, do you want to stay in the room forever? I'm telling you, if you don't open the door for me today, you'll definitely regret it! "
The room was still quiet. It was so quiet that only the clamor of the father and son could be heard.
"Biological father, I told you not to threaten Xing Shier! Why did you suddenly become so fierce? Can't you be a little gentler? "
The little fellow was very dissatisfied with his biological father, Feng Xinglang's attitude.
"Xing Shier, my brother had burns that covered more than 80% of his body! He almost couldn't live! But look at him now, isn't he already back to his original handsome and confident appearance? I know of a world-class burn cosmetic surgery organization. If you had gotten treatment earlier, you could have found a girlfriend this year! "
"Problems are meant to be solved, not avoided! If it wasn't for the fact that my son is so sad and concerned about you, I wouldn't even tell him about it! "
Only Feng Xinglang could express such a sentimental topic in such a humorous way.
Now that the father was done, it was his son's turn to stir up emotions.
"Xing Shier, can you open the door? Xing Shier is really worried about you! "
"I've seen the photos of my uncle's burns. I won't be afraid, and I won't …"
The little fellow tilted his head and looked at it for a long time before asking softly, "Biological father, what are these words?"
It turned out that these lines were all typed by Feng Xinglang on his phone and then let the little fellow read them out.
Because of his older brother Feng Lixin's experience, Feng Xinglang knew what this kind of person cared about the most.
The latter part should be: Won't mind your temporarily ugly appearance. But the little fellow didn't even know the words' dislike ',' temporarily ', and' ugly '!
"Won't mind your temporarily ugly appearance!"
After Feng Xinglang read it aloud, he took the opportunity to reprimand him, "I told you to study properly, but you didn't listen! Now look at you, you only regret not having enough books! Now you're dumbfounded! "
"Bastard, biological father, you must have done it on purpose! Our teachers have never taught us these complicated words, okay! "
To be honest, the quarrel between the father and son, in a sense, was like a happy fruit thrown into the sorrow of Pater Castle!
The door was pushed open by a small gap. Lin Nuo's eyes were sharp and his hands were agile as he rushed over. However, he was stopped by a hand wrapped in gauze.
"Xing Shier, go and see adoptive father. Feng Xinglang, you can come in! "
"No! Xing Shier, can you let me in too? "
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