Chapter 1389

"I don't want to close my eyes!"

Xing 17 lowered his voice and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's death in my eyes!"

The little guy yelled, "Daddy, don't sleep late any more My second brother is going to die

Maybe at this moment, the little guy just plays the role of a microphone. He didn't quite understand the meaning of death without closing his eyes.

I don't want to die?!

Is it that serious?

Do you have to see him?

When did you become so popular? One by one, you want to see yourself?

The key is that he is not very familiar with Xing er!

Feng Xinglang speculated that Xing Er, who was seriously injured, probably wanted to influence him before he died, so that he could forgive Hetun, who was once sinful!

Is that necessary?

Feng Xinglang didn't feel it at all! If Xing Er is smart enough, he can realize their family's trip to paterburg this time!

There's no need to paint a snake to persuade him to do something about it!

At the moment, Feng Xinglang, tired and heavy, doesn't want to see Xing Er, who is dying. He is not in a good mood to listen to the nagging of a dying man in the early morning! It's not the second master of Xing!

"Xinglang Xinglang Wake up, nono is calling for you

Xueluo was awakened by her son's fierce door slapping. She pushed her sleeping husband and tried to get out of bed.

"My father Open the door! If I don't open the door again, I'll have someone kick the door... "

As soon as the cruel words came out, they were denied by the little guy himself. It's OK to deal with the lazy father, but he still sleeps in the room kissing Mommy! If you kiss Mommy without clothes, or wear very little clothes, it's very bad! So the little guy decided to give up being kicked in the door. It's just a verbal threat to the bastard's father.

Feng Xinglang fished out the woman who wanted to get up and yelled at the door, "smelly boy, I've fattened you! Let someone kick the door

"Come on, come on, Mommy's coming to open the door."

See their father and son this early in the morning on the bar, snow fell quickly opened to ease the tension of this.

She knew that the big one and the small one were both stubborn. The original intention may be just a few words between father and son, but it's not good if the situation is out of control.

"That's what you've spoiled him for!"

"You seem to spoil less than me! Our Nuo Nuo has never been able to correct his bad temper. It's not because of you, Feng Xinglang, who is such a bastard

Xueluo scolds her husband Feng Xinglang while she gets up to open the door for the noisy little guy outside.

Feng Xinglang twisted his eyebrows disconsolately: if you put the little things in, it's impossible to have a safe morning sleep!

As soon as the door was opened, the little guy rushed to his father Feng Xinglang, who was lying on the bed.

"My father Get up soon My second brother seems to be out of order He said he wanted to see you! "

The little guy didn't care whether the father under the thin quilt was disheveled or not. He ran over and lifted the quilt, dragged it out of bed and threw it on the ground.

Fortunately, my father is very civilized. It's all about you. It seems that I didn't do anything wrong with mummy last night!

"Your second brother can't do it. You should go to the doctor and find Hetun! It's very unfilial of you to make trouble with your father, do you understand? "

Feng Xinglang said, squinting his sleepy eyes. Even though he was disturbed by the little guy, Qingmeng still held the little guy half crawling on the bed to prevent him from falling out of bed.

"The doctor and my adoptive father are here! My second brother said he had to see you! Or you will die in your eyes! "

"I'm not very familiar with your second brother..."

"You don't have to be very familiar Dear father, get up and meet my second brother! "

The little guy drags Feng Xinglang's arm hard, and the little p-share leans back because of the force. He almost makes the effort to feed, but still can't move his father Feng Xinglang.

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, it's time for you to lose weight! It's getting fat

Because he couldn't get up, his father granted him Xinglang, and the little guy could only grunt.

"Xing Lang, go and see Xing ER! Maybe he has some unfulfilled wish... "

In fact, what xueluo guessed was that Xing Er wanted to change the hatred between Xinglang and Hetun!

"I think There's no need for that! "

Feng Xinglang didn't really want to listen to the nagging of a dying man in the morning. In other words, he doesn't want to be forced to accept something!

"It's necessary!"

The little guy loosened Feng Xinglang's arm and hugged his neck. "I'll be my son, please!"You're softhearted again, aren't you?

Whenever the little guy stares at a pair of shining star eyes and pleads with Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang will lose his principle more or less!

Feng Xinglang pinched the little guy's cheek, "OK! The father will give his son the face

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Feng Xinglang didn't wash or take care of himself. He just rubbed his face and went out with his son.

Outside the door of the bedroom, there was Xing Shiqi who encouraged the little guy. It seems that the sound of a gentleman knocking on the door before was undoubtedly his!

Feng Xinglang just glanced at Xing Shiqi, "lead the way!"

Through the main castle, Xing 17 led their father and son to a deep sub castle. It's more like a small clinic.

The pungent smell of disinfectant made Feng Xinglang's head big.

At the end of the corridor, there were several adopted sons in silence, and even Xing 12, who was ashamed to see others, came. It is enough to show Xing er's position in this group of adopted sons. But there are a few of them.

"Old twelve..."

Lin Nuo immediately put aside his father's hand and ran to Xing Shier;

instead of avoiding, Xing Shier leaned over to his head and made a hissing gesture.

The little guy is so quiet, looking up at Xing 12 whose head is wrapped in gauze.

So sad?

Is Xing Er dead?

Better dead! That's easy! You don't have to listen to him!

The righteous sons made way for Feng Xinglang, so that Feng Xinglang could only drive the ducks into the market.

It's not possible to turn around and go! But if Xing Er dies in the middle of the journey, it will be easy!

But Feng Xinglang thinks too much

"Alan, are you here?"

He Tun was sitting beside Xing er's bed, holding his hand.

Looking back, Xing's eyes brightened