Feng Xinglang took the tearful little thing from the ground and hugged it into his arms, and petted the little guy's face.
Feng Xinglang will resolve the person or the matter that caused his own son to cry.
"Relax, beloved son, your righteous father will not give orders, old twelve he would not dare to die! They are so foolish!"
Feng Xinglang hugged his son on his shoulder, "I really don't give my family a little face ... It seems that my dad has to take the horse himself!"
"Dad, what good way do you have?"
The little boy lay half on Feng Xinglang's shoulder and asked babblefully.
"A must!"
Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's tearful face, "Can my son be stronger? This cry is not handsome! I wasted such good genes as my dad!"
The little boy sniffed his nose and wiped the tears on his cheek with his little arm. "You hate it, my son didn't cry at all."
It's a strong, good-looking little thing!
"Then you can't be fierce twelve!"
The little fellow was anxious about the exhortation from his father and father, saying, "Old Twelve is disfigured, and I must be very sad."
"The dad listened to his son and reasoned with the old Twelve, and moved with affection!"
Feng Xinglang tonight is an enhanced version of loving father. Carefully protect the young mind of his son from harm.
"Daddy ... My son believes you! Daddy is the best!"
It is not only the little guy who relies on him, but also the little guy who trusts him a lot.
Xue Luo didn't follow, just watching the little guy enjoying his father's love from afar. Watching their father and son embrace each other warmly, they are full of expressions of love.
Xueluo believes that the son has the guardianship of his father and husband with himself, and the future life will only be better and better, and more beautiful!
It's a pity ... I can't have a daughter for this man anymore, just make up a good word!
The door of Xing's room was locked.
The little guy looked at his dad Feng Xinglang with hope, waiting for his good way.
Feng Xinglang knocked on the door a few times, and the room was really quiet. No response.
"Nono, are you sure Old Twelve is in it?"
"OK!" The little man nodded earnestly, "My cousin said, before we came, the doctor had changed the medicine for Old Twelve!"
Wei Dun, the little guy emphasized again, "Old twelve must be in it! Just do not want to see people! I don't even want to see!"
The little guy thought about it, "Would you like to, I'll call my elder father to come knock on the door?"
"No! Daddy has a way for him to open the door willingly!"
"really?"
"Of course it is true! When did your dad bluff you ?!"
"You have coaxed your son many times!"
"Have it?"
"Yes! But don't fool your son this time!"
"necessary!"
Feng Xinglang repeated the door twice, enough to be heard by the people in the room.
"Xing Twelve, give me face and open the door!"
The room was still quiet.
"It doesn't work! My son's face doesn't work, your face is even more useless!"
This little kid has just been used many times just now! Including ‘the best twelve brothers’, “your favorite fifteen brothers”, did not work!
"My dear boy, you're not suitable at this time, right?"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, "You should cooperate with your dad, let's sing a bitter trick first!"
"Bad scheme? Who should be the one to be beaten?"
The little guy asked naively. Perhaps in the understanding of the little guy: the bitter plan is that one party is going to be beaten! Beaten up and bleeding, that's called bitterness!
Feng Xinglang made a hissing gesture to his son, motioning to the little man to watch it change.
"Xing Xing, how big is it ... you are so reluctant to open the door, and you are so anxious that my Nono is jumping up and down with tears. How can you bear it!"
The little guy looked at his dad Feng Xinglang: Is this to perform ‘up and down’ and ‘tears’ outside?
"Nuo Nuo loves you so much, you are so sad that you haven't seen him, how sad he is!"
After setting up the emotional drama, Feng Xinglang followed his offensive, "Xing XII, is it possible that you want to close your life in the room? I tell you, if you don't open the door for me today, you will regret it!"
The room was still quiet. Quiet enough to hear only the noise of their father and son.
"Dad, I told you not to intimidate Old Twelve! You are talking, why are you fierce? Can't you be gentle?"
The little guy was very dissatisfied with the attitude of my dad Feng Xinglang.
"Xing Twelve, my brother has over 80% of the burned area of his body! He almost couldn't survive! But look at him now, hasn't he restored his original handsome face? I know a global The top burn and plastic surgery agency, you can do treatment early, and you can catch up with finding a girlfriend this year! "
"The problem is to solve, not to avoid! If it were not for my son's so sad and caring, I wouldn't tell him!"
Only Feng Xinglang can express such a sad topic in such a humorous way.
After Lao Tzu finished, it was time for his son's turn to be emotional.
"Old twelve, will you open the door? Fifteen is really worried about you!"
"I've seen all those photos of my uncle's burns. I won't be afraid or ..."
The little boy crooked his head for a long time, and then whispered, "Daddy, what is this word?"
It turned out that these lines were all lost on the phone, and then the little guy read them out.
Because of his elder brother Feng Lixin's experience, Feng Xinglang knows what these people care about most.
The following should be: I won't find you temporarily ugly. But ‘suspicious’, ‘temporary’, ‘ugly’, the little guy does n’t even know three!
"I won't blame you for being temporarily ugly!"
After Feng Xing read it aloud, he took the opportunity to reprimand: "Let you usually read well and don't listen! Now that you're fine, you will hate less when the book comes to use! It's silly!"
"Bastard dear, you must be intentional! None of our teachers have taught these very complicated words well!"
Seriously, the mutual conflict between their father and son is, in a sense, a happy fruit lost in the sorrow of Peteburg!
The door was opened through a gap, and Lin Nuo's child rushed forward with jealous eyes; but was stopped by a hand wrapped in gauze.
"Fifteen, go and see your righteous father. Feng Xinglang, you can come in!"
"No! Twelve, will you let me in?"
"Obey! Go to your righteous father!"