Chapter 788: Is he vegetarian?

He Tun stared so gently at his biological son that was close at hand;

So close, you can even hear the sound of each other breathing. Feeling each other's existence.

And the kind of blood, thicker than water, into the bone marrow.

Xing Bazhen was in the same place and did not dare to come forward to stop it. He was also jealous of the fierce Feng Xinglang: Does this Feng Xinglang know that Yifu Hetun is his father? If you know, why would you still point a gun at your biological father?

If you don't know ... then Yifu Hetun's situation is even more dangerous!

Seeing that Yifu Hetun didn't speak, and there was still Xing Er waiting in the hall, Xing Ba felt that what he should do first was to stabilize Feng Xinglang's emotions.

"Feng Xinglang, calm down and have something to say ..."

"Call Xing Twelve soon! Let him return with someone!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"I don't know where Old Twelve went ..."

Xing Ba tried to circle Fengxing Langdou. Unwise, but helpless.

"Are you playing tricks with me? Let Hetun be buried with Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang arrived at Hetun's head with the gun in his hand, driving Hetun's head back.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Why point a gun at my righteous father?"

Hearing the sound of the living room, the little boy rushed out. Then they saw Feng Xinglang who was holding a gun on the gate of Yifu Hetun.

"Nono, my lord, do n’t worry about you as a child! Go back to the kitchen, my dad is waiting for coffee!"

Feng Xinglang doesn't seem to want his 5-year-old son to see some scenes that are too cruel and ruthless.

"Feng Xinglang, you pointed at the gun, but my righteous father! How can I ignore it ?!"

The little guy didn't want to see his father, Feng Xunlang, bullying his father and father; of course, he didn't want to see his father, Feng Xinglang, embarrass his own father.

Although there is not much meat in the palm of the hand, it is all their own meat!

"do not come!"

Feng Xinglang slammed and stopped his son Feng Linnuo who rushed towards him.

"Feng Xinglang, what the **** are you doing? It's the old man hiding my mommy, not my righteous father!"

In the eyes of the little guy, the reason why Feng Xinglang pointed his gun at Yitun Hetun was because Xing Bazang hid his own mom.

"Xing Ba, I'll give you one last chance: Hurry to call Xing Twelve and have him bring someone back! Otherwise, you just have to wait for the corpse of Hetun!"

Feng Xinglang said this to Xing Ba, but he seemed to be telling his son Lin Nuo.

"I'll call Old Twelve! Old Eight, give me your cellphone!"

Reminded by his father and father Feng Xinglang, the little boy rushed to Xing Ba's side and groped his cell phone from him.

This phone, Xing Ba has to give it! He couldn't watch his elder father Hetun suffer the intimidation of Feng Xinglang.

The call was quickly connected. It should have been just arrived at Yulong City, and before it was time to play with Yan Bang to lead the snake out of the hole, Xing Ba's phone number was called.

"Old twelve, where are you? Come back quickly!"

In the cell phone, the howling of the little guy came, and it was particularly loud in the quiet compartment.

"Fifteen and twelve brothers have something to do! Good boy, you find the old eight to play with you ..."

The little guy used a hands-free, and everyone in the living room could hear Xing Twelve's voice.

"Also play P! Asshole Feng Xinglang pointed his gun at Yifu's head! If you don't come back, he said, let us collect the corpse of Yifu!"

The little guy described what happened in the living room of Repulse Bay to Xing Twelve.

In order to highlight the tense atmosphere in the living room, the little guy also took a picture of Zhang Fengxinglang pointing a gun at Hetun's head and posted it.

"Old twelve, did you see it? I didn't lie to you! Come back quickly! If we come back late, we will really collect the body for the right father!"

From the point of view of the little guy: No matter what Old Twelve is doing at this moment, just coming back will save the life of Yifu Hetun. There is no reason why Old Twelve will not return!

"This old man, is he vegetarian?"

After Xing Twelve scolded, he turned around and whistled back in the direction of Repulse Bay.

He knew that he would stay beside Yifu Hetun! At least he wouldn't let Feng Xinglang get into the head of his father with a gun!

The gun in Feng Xinglang's hand was carried by Yifu Hetun for many years.

How stupid is Xing Ba? Will Feng Xinglang have a chance?

The sound of ‘嗖’ was extremely low, and a slender syringe was stuck into Feng Xinglang ’s side neck;

"Yifu ... be careful!"

At about the same time, Xing Bachao flew towards Hetun, blocking his body in front of Hetun.

Feng Xinglang swayed through the phantom in front of him, then fell into darkness. The gun in his hand also fell to the ground, and the whole person collapsed on the carpet.

This high-intensity anesthetic was Xing Er's bodyguards firing at Feng Xinglang. Had it not been for the fact that Feng Xinglang was the biological son of Hetun, he would not have allowed him to be so presumptuous about Hetun!

"Feng Xinglang ... Feng Xinglang ... wake up ... you don't die ... don't die!"

Lin Nuo children rushed towards Feng Xinglang, who was paralyzed on the carpet. He pulled out the anesthesia needle on his neck and yelled with his head in his arms.

"Allen ... Allen! You wake up!"

Even with his own son who pointed a gun at his head, Hetun was extremely enthusiastic about the safety of the line.

"Don't touch him!"

The little guy shoved angrily to everyone who was close to his dad, Feng Xinglang, "If my dad is dead, I will hate you all my life!"

"Fifteen, calm down! This is just an anesthetic. Your dad just fell asleep and woke up in a few hours!"

Xing Ba immediately came and hugged Lin Nuo, who was kicking and beating. "You touch, your dad still has the breath! He's fine, but he just fell asleep!"

The little boy stretched out his palm and stuck it in the nose of Feng Xinglang. When he detected that his breath was normal, he stopped crying.

"Allen ..."

He Tun whispered, not knowing how to hug the slumped on the carpet, and his biological son Feng Xinglang, who was almost as tall and strong as him; no less than fifteen, he could embrace him in his arms ...

"Father, don't worry, Xing Lang will wake up in five or six hours. This medicine has almost no side effects."

Xing Er comforted half kneeling on the carpet and held up Feng Xinglang's Hetun;

At this moment, Xing Er suddenly felt: Yifu Hetun was really old! Fading away the cruelty and cold blood of the past, he has begun to fall in love with his family and his children have grown up!

At this moment, Hetun seems to be just a father who distresses his child!