The father and the son hugged each other silently.
Feng Xinglang felt his son's small arms slowly wrap around his waist.
It seemed that the little fellow also wanted to use his own strength to protect his father, Feng Xinglang, but he was only five years old and did not have enough fighting power.
"Do you miss mommy?"
Feng Xinglang's soft voice broke the silence between the father and the son.
The little fellow nodded. "Yes."
"I miss your mommy, too! Although she can be an idiot sometimes, she is a rare good woman. "
Feng Xinglang simply sat his son on his body, hugging the little fellow in a more comfortable and submissive position.
It was not until the little fellow's stomach was growling that Feng Xinglang released his son in his arms.
"You didn't have dinner?"
Feng Xinglang touched the little fellow's belly with some fatherly love, as if he wanted to make up for the lack of his son's love to the little fellow.
"I'm not hungry anymore."
The little fellow pressed his belly awkwardly and answered, pretending to be relaxed.
"Good boy, go back and have dinner. Remember to eat more and grow tall and strong, so that you can better protect your dear mommy in the future. "
Feng Xinglang was reluctant to let his son leave. But he had to let him go.
The air in the darkroom was humid, and the circulation was not very good, with an unhealthy musty smell. Moreover, the little fellow's stomach was growling, so Feng Xinglang had to push the little fellow out of the darkroom.
Being unwilling to part with him and forcing him to stay was a sign of irresponsible selfishness.
"Wait here, I'll go out and get you something to eat."
The little fellow was hungry, so of course, he thought that his father, Feng Xinglang, would also be hungry. So he quickly climbed down from the bed and rushed out to get food like a little leopard.
Looking at the little figure of his son running out, Feng Xinglang wanted to stop him, but it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
As the little fellow left, the darkroom fell into a dead silence again. There was no breath.
"Did you see your own son?"
A slightly provocative voice came from a side door of the darkroom, and then Xing Ba's figure, as fast as a ghost, flashed to Feng Xinglang's bed in the blink of an eye.
"Feng Xinglang, you're really pretentious. You're actually using women's dirty tricks? "
Xing Ba was delighted and excited to have such a highly intelligent prisoner like Feng Xinglang.
It was like a hunter who had found his prey.
Having achieved his objective, Feng Xinglang couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on Xing Ba.
Xing Ba became a fool talking to himself.
"My foster father will return tomorrow. Be prepared to go to hell!"
Hence, when he did not receive a reply from Feng Xinglang, he became angry out of humiliation.
Feng Xinglang turned around, showing Xing Ba his back, which was full of disgust, and then closed his eyes to rest.
In a trance, Feng Xinglang seemed to still feel his son Lin Nuo's small arms wrapped around his waist.
It was so warm, so cozy, so peaceful.
*****
Xing Ba, who had been stifled, glared angrily at Feng Xinglang, who did not know what was good for him, and could only leave the secret room with a wave of resentment.
The little guy's pockets were full of food. Just as he was about to leave, Xing Laowu stopped him.
He should have just recovered from a serious injury. Xing Laowu, who was like a door plank, still looked a little weathered. Fortunately, he was not a person who held a grudge and did not take Feng Xinglang's sneak attack to heart.
"Fifteen, where are you going? Looking for your eighth brother again? "
Xing Laowu was ordered to stop Little Fifteen. As for why he stopped Little Fifteen, he did not ask much. Anyway, his foster father was not here, so it was right to listen to Laowu.
"Yes, I'm going to find eighth brother! Fifth brother, the cook has made your favorite China steamed buns. Go and eat them. "
Xing Laowu did not speak Chinese, so he mostly communicated with the little guy in English. The little guy understood English and could speak English, but he just liked to argue with Xing Laowu in Chinese. The little guy liked to see Xing Laowu scratching his ears and cheeks in an adorable way.
Xing Laowu only understood 'China steamed buns'. While he was racking his brains to think of the meaning of other sentences, the little guy had already disappeared.
Therefore, asking Xing Laowu to stop Little Fifteen was probably the result of mending the pen after the sheep were lost.
When the little guy ran out, he bumped into someone. To be more precise, he bumped into someone's legs.
Xing Laowu's speed was so fast that the little guy could not react in time and dodge. Fortunately, Xing Laowu took half a step back, cushioning most of the impact and preventing the little guy from getting hurt.
"I'm going to find eighth brother …"
The little guy casually said. At this moment, his mind was filled with his own father, Feng Xinglang.
"Eighth brother, I'm standing right in front of you!"
Xing Laowu was very pleased to see that the little guy was looking for him.
"…" F * ck, when did this damn Laowu come out?!
Only then did the little guy see that the person he bumped into was Xing Laowu. His little face immediately drooped, and he looked sullen.
"Forget it, I'm not looking for you. I'll go find fifth brother! Fifth brother is much more fun than you! "
The little guy rolled his eyes at Xing Laowu, and with no other choice, he turned around and ran into the hall.
"…"
Silly fifth brother is more fun than me? Xing Laowu's thin lips curled into a line in displeasure.
Xing Laowu was eating dumplings, which were the China buns he always talked about.
This time, he was eating steamed dumplings instead of adding them to the soup, so they were not much different from buns.
With Xing Laowu's IQ, it was really difficult to distinguish dumplings from buns. In his eyes, they were both meat fillings wrapped in flour. It was just that the shape was different.
"Silly fifth brother, stop eating. Come and play hide and seek with me."
The little guy dragged Xing Laowu, who was eating to his heart's content.
Xing Laowu was flattered that he had finally been called out by Little Fifteen. He kept stuffing dumplings into his mouth while nodding his head.
After two rounds, the little guy successfully got rid of Xing Laowu. Xing Laowu's IQ had always been crushed by Little Fifteen.
After getting rid of him, the little guy dashed in the direction of the secret room.
This time, not only did he not get into the secret room, but even the L-shaped corridor leading to the secret room was locked.
The little guy tried all kinds of methods. He jumped through the window, climbed a tree, and even jumped down from the sky …
Xing Laowu just quietly watched the little guy torment himself.
He couldn't help but think: Why is his father so charming? Letting a five-year-old little guy torment himself tirelessly.
Two hours later, the exhausted little guy leaned against the corner of the corridor and fell asleep.
After the little guy slept soundly, Xing Laowu carried the little guy away.
*****
Xue Luo was finally bailed out.
Seeing the white-haired Principal Chi, Xue Luo was so moved that tears fell like rain.
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