Obviously, Lin Nuo, who was only five years old, was not smart enough.
Dealing with Xing Laowu and Xing Laowu, he could still manage. But dealing with Xing Laowu, it was much more difficult.
Of course, this did not stop Lin Nuo from feeling good about himself. He felt that he had completely surpassed Xing Laowu's intelligence.
Because at this moment, he had successfully avoided Xing Laowu, who was following him around like a bug, and sent Xing Laowu away. Quietly carrying two bags of delicious food, he followed the doctor and sneaked into the dark room.
Of course, if Xing Laowu did not deliberately let the little one win, to fulfill his filial piety, even if Little Fifteen had wings, he would not be able to fly out of Xing Laowu's palm.
After the doctor finished checking Feng Xinglang's vital signs and left, the little one climbed out from under the bed.
Feng Xinglang felt it, but it was a little hard to believe that he would have the chance to see his own son before returning to Pater Castle from He Tun.
"Feng Xinglang, you must be hungry. I brought you dumplings, bacon rolls, and milk. Hurry up and eat."
Today, the little one wore a pair of jeans with suspenders, which made it convenient for him to store a lot of food. Moreover, he carefully used a fresh-keeping bag to store all the food separately.
Lin Nuo took out all the food from his overalls and spread them out in a line beside his father Feng Xinglang's bed. He opened the lid of the milk bottle for his father, and in one breath, he stuck the straw inside, and brought it to Feng Xinglang's mouth …
This should be a children's milk, and there was a picture of a little boy printed on it. Perhaps the little one was worried that other milk would attract too much attention, so he took his own children's milk.
Feng Xinglang did not open his thin lips, but hugged his son tightly in his arms. Messily, yet passionately, he kissed the little one's cheeks, and the little one's head.
The little one seemed to be stunned by his father's sudden display of fatherly love. Embarrassed, he buried his little face in Feng Xinglang's shoulder. It seemed that the little one was still not used to being pampered by his own father.
After all, he had been missing a father's love for five years. The sudden overflowing fatherly love hit the little fellow in the face, and he was really a little dazed. It was as if he had eaten too much delicious food and could not digest it in a short period of time.
"Feng … Feng Xinglang, hurry up and eat. It won't be good if Eighth Brother finds out."
The little fellow once again brought the milk bottle to his father's mouth.
"Good son, drink it … Daddy is not hungry."
Feng Xinglang couldn't get enough of the little thing in his arms, and it was hard for him to refuse her kindness, so he took a small sip.
Thus, his eyes became moist.
This little thing had simply melted his heart.
"Nono, Daddy loves you … very, very much."
Feng Xinglang seemed to be a little unfamiliar with how to express his overflowing fatherly love. Once again, he hugged his son in his arms.
"Actually, Daddy can feel that Nono loves Daddy too, right?"
Feng Xinglang still cared about the image of his bastard father in his son's heart.
"Feng Xinglang, don't say such useless things. Just because I gave you food … doesn't mean that Mommy and I have forgiven you. Anyway, if Mommy doesn't forgive you, I won't either! "
The little fellow lowered his little head, took out a steamed dumpling from the plastic bag, and stuffed it into his father's mouth.
Looking at his son's unhappy look, Feng Xinglang comforted him, "Nono, as long as your Mommy stays in Shen Cheng, she will be safe. Because your First Uncle will take good care of your Mommy for us. "
Feng Xinglang knew that the little fellow missed his Mommy.
"But, but Eighth Brother said that Mommy will go back to Pater Castle with Godfather."
The little fellow was looking forward to Mommy's return to Pater Castle. It seemed that for Mommy's safety, he didn't want Mommy to come back. It was a very contradictory mentality.
"If your Mommy comes back, she will really be a fool!" Feng Xinglang murmured and sighed.
"You're the one who's stupid! My Mommy comes back because she misses me and loves me! "
The little fellow snorted coldly. He was very dissatisfied with anyone who scolded his own Mommy. Including his bastard father, Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang was amused by his own son's sudden outburst. A prisoner finding joy in hardship.
"Well, your Mommy is not a fool. It's me who is too much of a bastard! It's a disgrace to your Mommy's great motherly love. "
Until this moment, Feng Xinglang didn't regret sending himself to Hetun as a prisoner.
Whoever started the trouble should untie it. In order to regain the recognition of his wife and son, he didn't suffer in vain.
All of a sudden, the little fellow quietened down. He leaned over and quickly lifted the quilt covering his father's feet. He saw the bright shackles attached to his soldered legs.
No wonder Feng Xinglang was always lying on the bed. So, the little fellow's eyes were filled with tears.
"It's okay, good boy! Don't cry, Daddy is fine … "
Feng Xinglang kissed the little fellow's cheeks and those teary eyes. He sucked away his son's tears that were about to roll down.
"Feng Xinglang, I will find a way to steal the key from Xing Laoba. Then, I will prepare a sleeping bag, hardtack, leather kettle, binoculars, flashlight … and a map of Pater Castle! Are these enough? "
The little fellow wiped his little face and carefully counted with his fingers.
"Why, are you going to help your father break out of prison?"
Feng Xinglang gave his son a light peck on his serious little face. At least at this moment, his soul was comforted.
"Your injury … Can you walk by yourself? I will help you delay Xing Laoba, Laoba, and Laoba. "
Feng Xinglang thought that his son was just playing house, but he didn't expect the little fellow to be so serious.
"Xing Laoba is as cunning as a fox … It's too difficult for you to steal the key from him. Daddy won't let you take this risk. "
"It's okay! Xing Laoba won't dare to do anything to me. "
The little fellow seemed to be determined to help his father break out of prison.
"Nuonuo, Daddy is already very satisfied with your filial piety …"
Before Feng Xinglang finished speaking, the side door of the dark room was pushed open with a 'clang'.
Xing Ba and Feng Xinglang, father and son, rushed over.
"Lao Ba, what are you doing?"
The little fellow was startled and instinctively spread his little arms in front of his father, Feng Xinglang.
Xing Ba was both annoyed and amused to see the little fellow glaring at him, a mature beauty, in order to defend his own father.
"It's not that I want to do anything, but foster father will be back soon! He's waiting for you to pick him up! "
Xing Laoba rushed forward and picked up Little Twelve without saying a word.
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