Chapter 1383: Don't be too arrogant

The little guy had been crying in Hetun's arms for more than half an hour, and he refused to let Hetun comfort him; he insisted that Hetun grow his lost arm.

The seven-year-old child was more or less naive: he wanted to use this crying method to solve the obvious and irreversible things!

Some sadness needs to be vented. 7-year-olds are even more so.

Little guys rarely cry so brazenly; maybe it's really sad.

"Fifteenth, the righteous father lost that obstructing arm, and he can still hold fifteen ..."

Hetun has been holding the crying little boy tightly in his arms with his left arm and one arm, holding him with his nose and arching him with his forehead.

"Don't ... don't ... I'm going to grow my right father's arm!"

The little boy was huddled on Hetun's right shoulder, and cried while holding his left arm; Xu was crying for a long time, and the little man's throat was dumb.

Xue Luo silently cried, trying to stop her son from crying endlessly; but her husband, Feng Xinglang, kept pulling her wrist to keep her from coming forward.

Xing Shishi and Xing Shishi, who had already sent their luggage into the room, were silently quietly beside Hetun and Xiaoshi.

They are still relatively young, not as smooth as Xing Balai, or as considerate as Xing Balai.

They didn't know how to deal with such grief, and when Feng Xinglang stopped Lin Xueluo, they followed her silently.

"Yeah, who is this little P kid who has been crying? Noise, I can't sleep well!"

It was Xing Ba. Xing Ba with overstretched physical strength and voice.

Xing Ba's injury can't go down like this; but if he doesn't come out to play in the round again, it is estimated that the wayward and stubborn little thing can hang on the neck of Yifu Hetun for such an entire hour.

The entire Pittsburgh was already sad and miserable enough; the cry of the little guy was more like a heart-stitching needle, which caused Hetun and all the sons and daughters to follow it uncomfortably. That kind of pain is several times more than the hurt on them.

"Smelly old man ... how did you take care of my right father? You returned my right father's arm !!"

The little boy stared at Xing Ba who came out slowly with tearful eyes, and choked while questioning.

"It's my eighth brother's failure! Let the fifteenth brother handle it!"

In order to comfort the crying little guy, Xing Ba took the responsibility on himself; in this way, the little guy will shift the goal and make trouble with himself.

Yifu Hetun lost an arm, and all the righteous children were uncomfortable; each of them was willing to exchange his arm for Hetun's arm, but the cruel reality could not be reversed according to their wishes.

In fact, Hetun lost his right arm. Xing Shier and Xing Ba were the saddest. Because they are closer to Hetun than other righteous brothers. The deeper the relationship with Hetun.

"Smelly old man! You return my right father's arm! Smelly old man!"

As expected by Xing Ba, the little guy immediately transferred the troubled object, struggling from Hetun, and rushed towards Xing Ba with soaring anger ...

Even though the little guy is so strong, he is just a 7-year-old child; but Xing Ba was hit by him violently. If Xing Shi hadn't moved fast enough, Xing Bazhen would fall to the ground after the meeting.

Feng Xinglang then realized: Xing Baguo really suffered a serious internal injury.

"Nono! Don't make any more fools! Your righteous father's arms will not grow!"

Feng Xing Lang Jian rushed forward and grabbed Xing Ba's chest with his fists; Xing Shi Shi always kept his hands on Xing Ba's chest; but Xing Ba, who was seriously injured, still overflowed from the corner A little bloodshot. That was too much blood to swallow.

"No! No! My father-in-law's arm will definitely grow back!"

The little guy shouted shyly at his father Feng Xinglang. "Bastard Feng Xinglang, is it because you hate my righteous father that you don't want my righteous father to grow arms again, right?"

The little guy who is unwilling to accept this cruel fact has almost entered the morbid state of going crazy.

"Do you think it is your baby teeth ?! If you lose it, you can grow new teeth again?"

Feng Xinglang embarked on the curious little guy, "The arm cannot be regenerated! If it is broken, it will be broken, and it will never be possible to grow a new one!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want the little guy to be immersed in his poor fantasy.

This is not a fairy tale!

If this fairy tale is maintained by deception and concealment, it will only cause greater harm to the little ones!

The little guy froze. He looked up at the angry dad Feng Xinglang, and suddenly felt that this dad became strange.

"... Feng Xinglang! You hate it!"

The little guy shouted badly, "I hate you! I hate you! You just don't want my righteous father to be good!"

"Nono, don't be like this ... your dear is telling the truth!"

Xue Luo squatted over and embraced his yelling son in his arms. "Mummy's good boy, no more ... no more, okay? Your righteous father has no arms, and we are all sad ... "

"Don't ... kiss your son, don't lose your arm!" The little man burst into tears again.

Xue Luo hugged the little guy's tearful face and wiped him with his hands tenderly. "Doesnano mean that: Your father does not love him if he loses an arm? Right? Like this?"

"No ... no! Fifteen will always love the Father! Always love!"

The little man moved to Hetun's side and hugged Hetun's waist tightly with his arms. "Yifu, the fifteenth will always love you!"

"Fifteen ... You are cutting the heart of the Father!"

When Hetun knew that his arm was unable to pick up, he was not so sad; but when he heard that Xiaoshi said over and over again and again, he burst into tears.

...

Hearty dinner, the little one didn't eat a bite. Just tired and crooked in He Tun's arms, hugging him tightly.

Xue Luo didn't eat much, just sitting silently; from time to time, he glanced at the broken arm of Hetun.

The doctor who came to infusion for Hetun was kicked away by him; he just held the fifteenth in his arms.

Not to mention the son of Lin Nuo, even an adult like her can't accept the sadness of the old generation.

How long was the Hetun of that year? And now he has to face infirmity and pain.

Can't be as old and elegant as a normal person!

Although Hetun did not show too much sadness, Xueluo could see that Hetun occasionally fell silent.

"Okay, Feng Linnuo! You're upset, right?"

Feng Xinglang showed a good appetite, "Dad knows you are filial piety! But just mean it, don't be overly affectionate!"