The sky was dark and the earth was muddled, accompanied by layers of nightmares!
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already afternoon. His whole body was exhausted, and his body was extremely weak.
He lazed on the bed for a few minutes. When he was about to get up and take a shower to refresh himself, he found that his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. He was so weak that he almost couldn't stand steadily.
What happened to him?
Although he didn't wake up naturally, he had enough sleep.
He wanted to sleep and erase his memory, but the bloody arm in He Tun kept appearing in his mind!
How did this inexplicable sense of guilt come about? He was really possessed!
Feng Xinglang got off the bed and staggered toward the bathroom. He didn't have the patience to wait for the bathtub to be filled with water, so he used the showerhead to wash his body.
Under the stimulation of the cold water, his tiredness weakened a little, but the things that he wanted to forget became clearer.
Even the reflection of himself in the mirror overlapped with the blood-drenched He Tun!
"Why should I feel guilty? Why?! "
Feng Xinglang hissed, "He Tun, you broke my leg, cut my flesh, almost drained my blood, and almost turned me into a mummy … I only f * cking shot you once!!"
With a loud clang, Feng Xinglang's fist smashed on the surface of the mirror …
Housekeeper Mo heard the noise and rushed to the third floor. He found the second young master Feng Xinglang in the master bedroom's bathroom, who had fallen beside the sink.
When Feng Xinglang woke up once more, he saw Feng Lixin sitting on the chair beside the bed, staring at him intently.
"Are you gay? Why are you staring at me like that? "Feng Xinglang was about to sit up, but he felt a splitting headache.
"Looks like you still have a fever …"
Feng Lixin reached out to touch Feng Xinglang's forehead, but Feng Xinglang resisted.
"I already know that you shot and injured He Tun! Don't take it to heart, you can think of it as He Tun owes you! "
"You … How did you know?" Feng Xinglang asked in surprise, "Did someone from He Tun tell you?"
"He Tun almost cut you into pieces, but you're so guilty just because you shot him … This only proves that you're still a good son!"
"Who the f * ck feels guilty? Even if I f * cking beat that old man in Hetun into a hornet's nest, it wouldn't be enough to eliminate the hatred I have for him! "
"That's right!"
Feng Lixin immediately stood up. "Alright, it's done! I am going to accompany Xue Luo and Ran Ran to build the Great Wall! Remember to drink the antipyretic at the bedside! I've already secretly put two sugar cubes in for you! "
"Feng Lixin, you … you're leaving just like that?"
Feng Xing asked in a melancholic voice when he saw Feng Lixin getting up and walking out of the room.
"Three people downstairs need one more! Auntie An will help me prepare the food first, she still has to cook later! We can't delay for too long! You can entertain yourself! "
Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to speak again, Feng Lixin hurried downstairs.
Feng Xinglang did not know that he had been unconscious for a day and a night with a high fever. He even urged Feng Lixin and Mo Ranran who were far away in Saipan to come back.
When Feng Xinglang went downstairs, he saw the scene of a happy and harmonious family portrait downstairs …
"Xinglang, you're better? Quickly come over and teach me! I don't know how to count as nonsense … they are all cheating your wife! "
Xue Luo hugged her stomach while waving at her husband Feng Xinglang. She doesn't seem to care about her sick husband.
Feng Xinglang walked over and leaned his head on his wife's shoulder. "Wife … your husband's headache is very bad!"
But Xue Luo ruthlessly pushed her husband's head away, "You're still having a high fever! Don't lean on me! It will spread to our daughter! "
Feng Xinglang pretended to be pitiful and mumbled, "Wife, you can't be so heartless …"
"That's enough, Ruffian Feng. Stop grumbling and grumbling! That spear is considered as you taking revenge for your big brother! "
The one who was shouting at Feng Xinglang was Mo Ranran, "This family's life still needs to continue! We don't have time to accompany you to be sentimental! "
Housekeeper Mo scolded, "Ranran!"
Originally it was supposed to be a family drama!
But in the end it was played by Mo Ranran and Xue Luo into a drama of indifference and self-destruction!
Thus Feng Xinglang's' illness' was cured!
… …
Lin Nuo nestled beside his foster father He Tun, quietly and obediently accompanying his foster father's IV drip.
"Foster father … foster father … you're awake? Does it still hurt? "
The little fellow is still very filial. During the two to three days when He Tun was unconscious, he always accompanied by He Tun's side and did not even return home.
Perhaps wherever foster father was, it would be his second home.
"Fifteen …"
With great difficulty he was able to open his eyes. He Tun hoarsely called out to the little fellow beside him.
"Foster father, Fifteen is here!"
The little fellow moved his little face closer and intimately kissed He Tun's wrinkled face, "Fifteen will always accompany you and will not leave!"
He Tun instinctively wanted to hug his grandson but discovered that he no longer has an arm to hug his beloved grandson.
Desolate sorrow welled up in his heart. He Tun wanted to cry but no tears came out.
Feeling foster father He Tun's strength, Xing Shier immediately came forward and lightly pressed down on He Tun's raised arm, "Foster father, don't worry. Your arm is saved! You just need to rest for a period of time! You can't use any strength right now! "
"Foster father, don't move! Fifteen can hug you! "
Lin Nuo who understood immediately opened his arms and tightly hugged He Tun's shoulders and neck, "Wait till foster father's injury is healed then let's hug Fifteen!"
Having such a grandson, He Tun felt extremely gratified despite his sorrow.
He Tun kissed the little fellow's forehead and remained silent for a long time.
"Foster father, are you still angry with my biological father?" The little fellow raised his head and softly muttered, "Actually my biological father knows his mistake! My biological father is also very sad … when he went back to tell me, he cried while telling me … and yesterday he fainted for a whole day and night before waking up … foster father, please forgive my biological father!
Alright! "
Although in order to absolve his biological father, the little fellow's words were exaggerated, but it was more or less the same.
"You … your biological father cried?" He Tun frowned slightly.
"Yes! He cried very sadly, like a child who did something wrong! "The little fellow nodded seriously.
"Sigh …" He Tun let out a long sigh, "Foster father has never thought of blaming your biological father! All of this was brought upon by Foster Father! "
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