The little fellow's sudden outburst caught Xing Shier unprepared.
Usually, the little fellow would yell at him, but it was rare for her to be like this. Her eyes were filled with tears that were on the verge of bursting out.
"I want a hug! Hurry up and hug! "
It seemed that this was already the limit of what a five-year-old child could bear.
The moment Xing Shier carried the little fellow, the little fellow could no longer hold it in and hugged his neck tightly as he burst into tears. The grievances in his heart turned into crystal clear tears.
"What's wrong Fifteen? Why are you crying? "
Xing Shier's heart ached for Little Fifteen. Other than foster father He Tun, Xing Shier was the closest to the little fellow. Xing Shier was also assigned to Little Fifteen by He Tun. He was in charge of teaching him some attack skills and taking care of the little fellow's daily needs.
"Old Twelve, my heart feels terrible."
The little fellow said while sobbing. The little fellow could only say such words to Xing Shier. He could not say it to foster father He Tun, and even more so to mommy Xue Luo.
"Why do you feel terrible? Tell Brother Twelve. "
Xing Shier lightly patted the little fellow's back, trying to calm his sobbing and sadness.
"Old Twelve, don't ask anymore! You're so stupid … you won't understand even if I tell you! I can't be bothered to talk to you! "
The little fellow angrily used his little head to hit Xing Shier's head, trying to make him shut up.
"Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore! You can tell me when you want to talk about it! "
Xing Shier carried the little fellow and walked back and forth in the corridor.
Until the little fellow's emotions slowly calmed down.
*****
The arrow had already been taken out. After a doctor's examination, there was no poison.
Feng Xinglang only suffered a flesh wound, and it did not hurt any vital parts of his body.
Actually, Feng Xinglang could tell with a glance that it was a crossbow that could shoot at least three arrows in a row. But the little fellow only held the crossbow in his hands and did not shoot at Feng Xinglang.
Was this the friendliness that he showed to him? Or was the little fellow kind by nature?
Feng Xinglang was more willing to believe the latter! What an adorable little boy, a little bastard. He must not be as vicious and cruel as He Tun.
But under the long-term influence of He Tun, how could the little thing maintain the good nature of a human at the beginning of its life?
Was this the price he had to pay for bullying girls?
Feng Xinglang's handsome brows furrowed deeply. When did he see me bullying a girl?
Little Tuantuan?
Feng Xinglang instinctively thought of a little girl who was about the same age as the little thing.
After Yan Bang sent the doctor away, he walked in with a bowl of soup.
"Have a few mouthfuls of pigeon soup cooked by the chef. It's good for your wound healing. "
Yan Bang scooped up a spoon and fed it to Feng Xinglang's lips.
At that time, Feng Xinglang had been immersed in the little fellow's resentful and loving gaze. As for the soup that Yan Bang fed him, he just opened his mouth and drank it mechanically.
Tang Yanbang always had this, it was very rich and mellow in the mouth. It must have been simmering for some time.
"Sleep at my place tonight. I hired a Thai guy, and his massage technique is pretty good. "
Yan Bang finished the remaining soup in the bowl. He seemed to be very satisfied with Feng Xinglang's obedience.
"What are you thinking? Why are you so lost in thought? "
Yan Bang used the soft silk pajamas to drape over Feng Xinglang's bare back, gently caressing his spine.
"How long has it been since you last trained? It's all loose! "
"Bang, that Xing Shiwu … what's his background?"
Obviously, Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang were in two different parallel worlds at this moment. The two of them focused on completely different directions.
"Isn't it just a little brat, what background could he have? Don't tell me that you think that little brat is the British royal family? "
Yan Bang snorted, "Even if that little thing is really some royal family, he's just a tool used by River Tun!"
After a slight pause, Yan Bang snorted again, "Why is that River Tun so perverted? They actually trained a little brat to assassinate you? The point is, if this little thing really killed you, even the police uncle can't do anything! "
Yan Bang's words were exactly what Feng Xinglang was worried about.
It seemed that the little thing had quite a prejudice against him. The first time they met, they were already at daggers drawn!
The second time they met …
Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang was actually looking forward to the second time they met! Was he a masochist?
"What kind of bad intentions can a little brat have? He was instigated by River Tun."
Unknowingly, Feng Xinglang was subconsciously speaking up for Lin Nuo.
"Feng Xinglang, you must be feeling pity for that little thing, right? Or are you going crazy from missing your son? "
Yan Bang was just casually saying.
Because he heard Ye Shinian mention that the woman named Lin Xueluo seemed to have given birth to a child for Feng Xinglang. But later on, in order to take revenge on Feng Xinglang for abandoning her and her son during the multiple choice questions in River Tun, she angrily aborted the child in front of him.
For a very long time, Feng Xinglang was immersed in the abyss of losing his beloved son and was unable to extricate himself.
Feng Xinglang was really stunned!
The phone rang, interrupting Feng Xinglang's fantasy for a moment.
The phone was calling from the Feng family.
As soon as the call was connected, Feng Tuan Tuan's soft and sweet voice came through.
"Papa, why aren't you back yet?"
At this moment, the little cutie's voice was the best chicken soup for the soul. It was also what Feng Xinglang wanted to hear the most.
"Papa is busy with work. Tuan Tuan, why aren't you asleep yet? "
Feng Xinglang moved into a comfortable position and chatted with Feng Tuan Tuan on the phone.
"Papa isn't home, so Tuan Tuan can't sleep. Papa, can you bring your work home and finish it? That way, you can hold Tuan Tuan in one hand and work with the other. "
The little cutie's voice was soft and sweet, making Feng Xinglang's ears feel especially comfortable. It seemed to be able to soothe his somewhat sad mood tonight.
"Good Tuan Tuan, go find your big papa and let him coax you to sleep! Your big papa is the best at telling stories. "
"But Tuan Tuan doesn't want to listen to stories tonight. Tuan Tuan only wants little papa to hug him to sleep. Is papa's work more important than Tuan Tuan? "
The little fellow's sweet voice was unrelenting.
"Of course it's not as important as Tuan Tuan! It's just that … "
Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang. "It's just that your Uncle Yan is injured, and his injury is very serious. He's going to die soon, so papa has to go see him."
"But … but Tuan Tuan's stomach is so hungry, so hungry that he's going to die soon."
The little cutie's ability to apply what she had learned had reached the point of perfection.
"Nonsense! Didn't Grandma An make delicious food for Tuan Tuan? "
"She did, but it's all food that Tuan Tuan doesn't like to eat! Papa, why don't you pack a chicken wing for Tuan Tuan and bring it back after you visit Uncle Yan! Tuan Tuan really wants to eat it! He wants to eat it so much that he can't sleep! "
"Papa, you must buy it back! Tuan Tuan will keep waiting, waiting, until the sun rises! Goodbye, papa! "
Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to reply, the little thing had already hung up the phone.
This little schemer was just like her mommy.
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