Suddenly the little guy suddenly soared, and Xing Shiren was a little surprised.
Usually the little guy yells at him, but rarely, like now, has tears in his eyes.
"I want to hug! Hurry up!"
It seems that this has reached the limit of a 5-year-old child.
The moment Xing Twelve picked up the little guy, the little thing could no longer hold his neck tightly and wept loudly. The small grievances full of hearts turned into crystal clear tears.
"What happened fifteen? How did you cry?"
Xing Twelve was distressed by the fifteenth. In addition to Yifu Hetun, Xing Shiren is closest to the little guy. Xing Twelve was also assigned to Xiaoshi by Hetun. Responsible for teaching him some attack skills, taking care of eating and drinking Lazar while taking care of small things.
"Old twelve, I feel so uncomfortable."
The little man said in tears. If this is the case, the little guy can only tell Xing Shier. The righteous father Hetun said no, Mummy Xueluo said no.
"How uncomfortable? Tell Twelve Brothers to listen."
Xing Shiliang patted the little guy's back gently, trying to calm his choke and sadness.
"Old twelve, don't ask again! You're all stupid ... you don't understand after saying that! I'm too lazy to tell you!"
The little boy angrily hit Xing Shier's head with his little head, trying to shut Xing Shier.
"Okay, I won't ask! When you want to say it, tell me!"
Xing Shiliang just held the little guy and walked back and forth in the corridor.
Until the little guy's mood slowly calmed down.
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The arrow of the crossbow has been taken out. After examination by the doctor, there was no any poisoning.
Feng Xinglang suffered only a flesh wound and did not hurt the body.
In fact, Feng Xinglang could see at a glance that it was a crossbow, at least three arrows could be fired in succession, but the little guy was holding the crossbow in his hand at the time, and did not strike at the line.
Is this the kind of friendliness he showed to himself? Or is it the nature of the little guy?
Feng Xinglang is more willing to believe that it is the latter! What a cute little baby, Xiaoyi planted one. It must not be as cruel and vicious as Hetun.
But with Hetun's long ears, how can small things maintain their original mentality?
Is this the price of his bullying girls?
Feng Xinglangying's eyebrows are deep: When did he bully the girl and let him see it?
Small group?
Feng Xinglang could have thought of it, or a girl of the same age as the little thing.
After Yan Bang sent the doctor away, he came in with a bowl of soup.
"Let the chef stew the pigeon soup, take a few sips. Good for your wound healing."
Yan Bang took a spoon and fed it to Feng Xinglang's lips.
At that time, Feng Xinglang had been immersed in the little bitter eyes when the little guy looked at him. For the soup fed by Yan Bang, he just opened his mouth to drink.
This soup, Yan Bang, is stocked here, and the entrance is very mellow. Presumably stewed for some time.
"Sleep me here tonight. I have a Thai guy, and the technique of massage is good."
Yan Bang drank all the remaining soup in the bowl. It seemed that he was satisfied with such obedience as Feng Xinglang.
"What are you thinking? So amazing."
Yan Bang draped on Feng Xinglang Chiguang's back with soft silk pajamas, and stroked gently on his spine.
"How long haven't you practiced? It's all loose!"
"Bang, what do you mean by Xing Ship ...?"
Obviously, Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang are now in two different parallel worlds. The two people are focusing on different directions.
"Isn't it just a little P boy, what can be the cause? Can you think that the little hair is the British royal family?"
Yan Bang murmured, "Even if the little thing is really a royal family, it is just a tool used by Hetun!"
Wei Dun, Yan Bang snorted again, "You said that Hetunyu is so perverted, even training a little P child who is only a few years old to assassinate you? The key thing is to really kill you, even the police Uncle can't help it! "
Yan Bang's words were exactly what Feng Xinglang was upset about.
It seemed that the little thing was quite prejudiced against him. The first time I met, I was out of control!
This second meeting ...
Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang was looking forward to the second meeting of the little guy! Masochist?
"What kind of bad heart a little P child can have has not been instigated by Hetun."
Somehow, Feng Xinglang was speaking subconsciously for Lin Nuo's children.
"Feng Xinglang, are you feeling resigned to that little thing? Do you still want your son to be crazy?"
Yan Bang just said casually.
Because he heard Ye Shinian said: The woman named Lin Xueluo seemed to have conceived a child for Feng Xinglang. But later they abandoned their mother and son because of revenge Feng Xinglang did Hetun multiple-choice questions, and in the face of his grumbling, he killed the children in his stomach.
For a long time, Feng Xinglang was caught in the abyss of losing his beloved and could not extricate himself.
Feng Xinglang was really surprised!
The ringing of the mobile phone interrupted Feng Xing's whimsical moment.
The call was from Feng.
As soon as it was connected, a soft and sweet voice came from Fengtuan.
"Papa, why haven't you come back?"
At this moment, the little cute voice is the chicken soup for the soul. It is also what Feng Xinglang wants to hear most.
"Papa is busy at work. Why hasn't Tuan Tuan slept yet?"
Feng Xinglang moved a comfortable gesture, and he had a phone conversation with Feng Tuan Tuan.
"Papa is not at home and Tuan Tuan can't sleep. Papa, can you take your work home and do it well? Then you can hold Tuan Tuan in one hand and work in one hand."
The cute voice was soft and waxy, and Feng Xinglang's ears were extremely comfortable. Seems to soothe some of his stunned mood tonight.
"Be good, go to your big papa and let him coax you to sleep! Your big papa will tell the most stories."
"But Tuan Tuan doesn't want to hear the story tonight. Tuan Tuan just wants little papa to hug him. Is papa's work more important than Tuan Tuan?"
The little guy was sticking his voice and couldn't help it.
"Of course it's not as important as it is! It's just ..."
Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a glance. "It's just that your Uncle Yan was injured. The injury was very serious and serious, and he was going to die.
"But ... but Tuan Tuan's stomach is so hungry that he's almost hungry."
Little cute learns to live up to her skills.
"Say it! Grandma Ann didn't make it for Tuan Tuan?"
"It ’s done, but it ’s not Tuan Tuan! Papa, after you watch Uncle Yan, pack a chicken wing for Tuan Tuan and bring it back! You can eat it if you want to! Tuan Tuan Can't sleep! "
"Papa, you must buy it back! Tuan Tuan will wait, wait, and wait till dawn! Goodbye papa!"
Waiting for Feng Xinglang to answer, the little thing has hung up the phone.
This caution is almost the same as her mum.
Feng Xinglang was defeated in the persevering begging of Xiao Ai.