When Lin Nuo entered Xing Shier's room, Xing Ba was also there.
"Do you want to sleep together?"
Perhaps the little fellow wouldn't have asked much before. Because he would have thought it was a very common thing. But
Ever since he saw the picture, he had his own thoughts about the two boys together.
"…" Xing Ba and Xing Shier were stunned at the same time.
Of course, they weren't going to sleep together, but were discussing whether they should report the recent pictures of Shallow Water Bay to their foster father, Hetun.
"Fifteen, why aren't you accompanying foster father?" Xing Shier asked.
He walked over, picked up the little fellow from the ground, and held him in his arms.
"Old Twelve, I want to ask you for a favor …"
The little fellow turned his head and glanced at Xing Ba, who was sitting on the chair. "Old Eight, can you go back to your room first?"
"No! I'm also your foster brother, you can't favor one and discriminate against the other, only being close to Old Twelve and ignoring me. "
Xing Ba deliberately teased the little fellow.
"There's nothing else! Every one of my sworn brothers is my good brother! "
The little fellow still gave face to Xing Ba. After all, Xing Ba could directly command Xing Laosi and Xing Laosi. His skills might not be as good as Old Twelve, but he was still very experienced in combat. Moreover, Xing Ba was in charge of a lot of things.
"Then why do you have to avoid me and talk to Old Twelve alone? You're clearly rejecting me! "
Perhaps the only fun that Hetun's many foster sons had when they stayed by Hetun's side was to tease Lin Nuo.
"Old Eight, you're so annoying! Believe it or not, if I wake up foster father, you won't be able to sleep for the whole night! "
For dealing with such small matters, the little fellow would always use the trick of "borrowing the tiger's might", which was tried and tested.
Seeing that the little fellow really turned around and left, Xing Ba immediately came out of Xing Shier's room.
"Eighth Brother, is that all you've got? I really despise you. "
Xing Shier teased.
Xing Ba didn't argue with Xing Shier and quickly left.
Even if Hetun didn't cause trouble, Little Fifteen's torment could not be underestimated. What's more, he had a new identity: the grandson of his foster father, Hetun!
After Xing Ba left, Xing Twelve realized that he might not be able to sleep well tonight.
"Twelfth Brother, do me a favor." The little fellow said bluntly, "But you can't let Foster Father know. I will lose face! "
"Go ahead, I'm listening! However, the prerequisite was that this favor could not go against his foster father's wishes! Otherwise, both you and I will have to bear the consequences! "
Then, Xing Shier raised his eyebrows and sighed. "Now that you're not around, I'm the only one who will suffer the consequences!"
Because he was the grandson of his adoptive father, Hetun! This identity … was enough for this little thing to show off!
But when the little fellow told Xing Shier everything that had happened, Xing Shier finally realized the evil nature of the matter!
Sending those dirty things into the hands of a five-year-old child, this kind of person must have a dark heart!
"Does your biological father know?" Xing Shier asked.
"Got it. But my father is still injured and lying in the hospital! "
Xing Shier fell silent again. Someone was trying to push Yan Bang into hell!
"Twelfth Brother, will you help me catch that sneaky guy?"
"Yes! Of course I'll help! "
The next day, Xing Shier thought about it and finally told Hetun. Along with the picture papers that had been scattered in Repulse Bay, Hetun didn't fly into a rage like before.
He Tun did not fly into a rage like before. After thinking about it, he personally called Xing Er on the satellite phone.
It seemed that he wanted to catch Yan Bang and his many lackeys in one fell swoop.
Having failed once, Hetun didn't want to fail a second time. Moreover, Feng Xinglang was still in the hospital, so it was a good opportunity.
*****
The subordinates guarding near the kindergarten reported to Feng Xinglang that they had found Hetun's men.
It wasn't Xing Four and Xing Five who were too obvious targets, nor was it Hetun's confidant, Xing Shier. It was Xing Ba who hadn't fully recovered yet. It was enough to deal with a hooligan who distributed pictures.
When Feng Xinglang arrived at Yulong City, Yan Bang was leisurely smoking a cigar in the new living room.
Whether it was intentional or not, no one knew; but Feng Xinglang's hospital gown was really eye-catching.
Tall and straight posture, strong physique, slightly green beard … Even the hospital gown couldn't hide his king's demeanor.
"What's wrong? Are you here to denounce me?"
Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang, who sat down opposite him, and asked with a smile.
The wound on his stiff face had already healed, but the ghastly scar made Yan Bang look even more ferocious.
Feng Xinglang was already used to this fierce and fierce face.
"The so-called denouncing means mobilizing the army to denounce the other party's crimes. It describes a group of people and severely reprimanding the other party's mistakes. You don't even know what it means, and you're using it indiscriminately? "
Feng Xinglang said calmly as he took the cigar from Yan Bang's hand and put it out.
Feng Xinglang didn't smoke strong cigars, so under normal circumstances, he wouldn't let others smoke in front of him! Even Yan Bang, who was the local tyrant of Shen Cheng, was no exception.
Yan Bang wasn't annoyed, he just stared at Feng Xinglang.
"I haven't seen you for a few days … You've gained weight again!"
Yan Bang's eyes were very concentrated.
"Yes! It's my wife who serves me well! "
Feng Xinglang responded leisurely. "When will I find one for you too? I heard that French women are very hot! "
"But I feel that they are not as hot as you!" Yan Bang's eyes were even more intense.
"It seems that you haven't recovered from your illness?! Are you trying to learn from a dog that can't stop eating s … "
Feng Xinglang felt that this analogy seemed to be belittling him, so he stopped before that word.
"Eat what? If I can eat you … Not to mention being a dog, I'm willing to be a fly or a bug! "
"…"
Feng Xinglang really wanted to curse!
Not only did he want to curse, but his hands also itched to hit someone!
But he still held it in. He decided not to lower himself to Yan Bang's level.
It was extremely stupid to argue with a psychopath, and the result was very likely to force himself to become a psychopath.
"I bought a vineyard in France. The scenery is good, you can go there to relax and eat some grapes. "
Feng Xinglang tried his best to control his emotions.
"Do you want me to help you look at the vineyard? Or do you want to keep a mistress? "
Yan Bang was interested.
"You look like a pig, and you want to keep a mistress? I just think that place is very suitable for you to treat your illness. "
Feng Xinglang really admired Yan Bang's shamelessness. It was simply a piece of cake for him to use this kind of shamelessness to flirt with a woman.
Yan Bang stared deeply at Feng Xinglang's handsome face and said in a low voice:
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