Chapter 1326: Feeling loved

The call was to Xing Ba.

Called more than a month late.

I have been hesitant before, maybe because of infatuation, but also because of the namelessness of the teacher;

But this time it was for his son Feng Linnuo, and the phone call naturally became more logical.

The call was not answered by the second. After the ringing, Feng Xinglang made a second call with patience. For his own son, Feng Xinglang's temper will always be better. Fortunately, it was finally answered!

"Xing ... Prince Xing?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little faint.

"Knowing that I am a prince, dare to be so indifferent?"

Feng Xinglang reprimanded. Although he never acknowledged his relationship with Hetun, Xing Ba and they always called him "Prince Xing", and listening to it would inevitably breed his sense of superiority.

"Some minor injuries ... Inconvenient to move, I hope Mrs. Xing is more forgiving."

At this moment, Xing Ba was able to answer Feng Xinglang's phone call and had already given him a good face.

"Where is my home, Nono? Was he abducted by Hetun again?"

Feng Xinglang asked directly. It's not that he didn't care about Xing Ba's injury, but that the injury was completely common to Xing Ba and them.

But Xing Ba asked back in surprise, "Little 15 was abducted?"

"Nuo Nuo is not with you? What about Xing Twelve? Is it possible that he took No Nuo?" Feng Xinglang asked closely.

"How is it possible! Old Twelve suffered more injuries than I ... and we just returned to Peteburg, how could we go to Shencheng to pick up fifteen!"

Xing Ba's words made Feng Xinglang frown fiercely.

"Are you guys in Fort Pete? Including Hetun?"

"Yes ... The arm of the righteous father was cut off by the rebels, and the old man was wounded to retrieve his broken hand;"

Xing Bada paused on this sad topic and asked back, "Yes, what happened to fifteen?"

"Run out and play. I thought he went to Repulse Bay."

Feng Xinglang avoided the heavy and gave a light reply.

Judging by Xing Ba's faint voice, he should not be hurt badly. Even Xing Twelve was wounded, and it was almost as if the entire army had been wiped out!

Hetun was cut off his arm? Feng Xinglang's heart twisted inexplicably.

But then he slandered in his heart: It was a pity not to hack him! Count his life!

The call was then hung up. To be sure, the little guy did not come to Repulse Bay, nor was he with them.

Could it be that after he heard the news of Hetun's injury, he would take the initiative to run to Fort Pete?

Is this possible!

Otherwise these days, the little guy will always ask him strange questions. For example, if his righteous father dies, will his dad be in tears.

It seems that the little guy cares about the righteous father of Hetun! And the righteous brothers who pet him.

The little thing flew to Pete Fort alone? Obviously impossible! Those tedious procedures are not something he can handle.

If he wanted to fly to Fort Pete, he would definitely find someone to take him with ... who would the little guy go to?

But then, this idea was ruled out by Feng Xinglang.

On the one hand, Hetun should not take the initiative to tell the little guy about the injury; on the other hand, even if he tells them, he will do a good job in the early stage, and it is impossible for the little thing to take risks alone; The little thing saw his decline? !!

If the little guy wasn't thinking about flying to Peteburg, where would he go?

Or do you think about it yourself, and the little things just ran out for fun?

...

The face of the fourth old Yanawah did not change his expression all the way.

It looks like a fake face.

The little guy wanted to ask something about the big caterpillar clump, but he twitched his mouth several times, but still didn't ask.

Anyway, you can see the big caterpillar, and it's not too late to ask again.

Besides, the fourth old worm looks weird. I don't know if he is the same kind of stupid as Xing old five. If you can only answer ‘do n’t know’, then asking is equivalent to asking in vain.

The sky gradually darkened, and the children of Lin Nuo did not feel afraid when they passed the graveyard. Just staring at the passing scenery out of the car window, silently froze.

He couldn't reach his righteous father, and couldn't get the old twelve and the eighth their phone; the big caterpillar couldn't reach later, the little guy was always depressed and worried.

It's not hard to see that the little guy, like his dad, is a man of affection. But this will more or less become his weakness.

"Big caterpillar ... big caterpillar ..."

The ugly black Passat stopped just outside the villa, and the little guy got out of the car and called out loud. As he shouted, he ran straight towards the villa.

The door of the villa is open. It should be reserved for the little guy.

"Big caterpillar ... big caterpillar, where are you?"

Not in the large living room, the little one ran straight upstairs.

In a master bedroom on the second floor, the little guy found Cong Gang lying on the bed.

The hues of soot, quiet and quiet, are a little less energetic.

"Big caterpillar, why are you lying on the bed? Was it hurt? Not bad?"

The little boy ran over, gently lifted the thin quilt on Cong Gang's body, and saw a bandaged wound on each of his left shoulder and left leg. The chest and abdomen are simple Chinese medicine.

"Well, I got a little wound."

Cong just responded, trying to get up, but groaned and lay back. It doesn't look too bad.

"Big caterpillar, don't move, what you need, I'll give it to you!" Said the little boy with concern.

Looking at the concerned little face of the little fellow, Cong Gang's eyes were milder, and he was also a little sad.

"I have escorted your righteous father and Xing Er out of Mexico City. They should now be back in Peteburg."

Cong Gang still mentioned the little ones' most concerns in the front.

"Really? Oh, that's great! Big Caterpillar is your best and best!"

The little boy jumped up and hugged Cong Gang's cheek and kissed loudly.

Ao Jiao's little things have always seldom taken the initiative of loved ones. Except for their father and mother and Yifu Hetun, Cong Gang was lucky.

Cong Gang seemed a little cramped when the little guy kissed him so coldly. Obviously, he didn't like the skin contact with others.

"Is my righteous father injured? There are Old Twelve and my elder brother?"

The little guy who kissed him hurriedly asked again.

"Your righteous father broke his arm; Xing Er ... he was badly injured, and it's probably not going to be long! Even if he lives, he will only die."

Cong just drooped his eyelids, and his pale face was stained with unconsciousness.

The little fellow was also sad and sad, sitting next to Cong Gang's bed, the two were silent in silence.