Chapter 1396: Handsome again

He Tun's resolute old face sank: It seems that Lin Xueluo's daughter-in-law is quite critical of him!

"Well, your mummy is right: this little child's family will go to school and learn more!"

But Hetun agreed with the daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, in front of the little guy. "The righteous father also hopes that he will be safe in this life! Don't fight and kill like the righteous father, it's too bloody!"

Hetun caressed the little fellow's head, and his eyes were full of infatuation.

Thinking that his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, could no longer have children, Hetun could not help but sigh a long time, "If your dad and your mum can give you a brother or sister, you will be successful!"

"Why have to have a brother or sister?"

The little guy muttered proudly, "Isn't it bad for fifteen? I don't think you particularly hurt me!"

"..."

How much more painful and petting? No longer afraid to fly to the sky side by side with the sun!

"Where does the right father not hurt you?"

Hetun used his cheek to dig into the little guy. "As long as I take a break every day, I'm thinking about your little thing!"

"Don't you think about me?"

The little guy snorted dissatisfied, "Just like me!"

"Smelly ... why are you so pleased with your father!" He Tun again kissed the little guy's cheek.

The little guy who was impatiently kissed struggled to get up from Hetun's arm.

"Father, I'm going to see Old Twelve."

"Let's go? Don't lie with your righteous father for a while?"

"Old Twelve was ruined, and I was not in a good mood. I used to comfort him!"

It's not surprising that Pittsburgh likes this little thing up and down.

The little boy insisted on slamming the door for a while, and Xing Twelve slowly opened the door slowly.

"Why are you here? Don't you have to accompany your righteous father?"

"I'll accompany you to talk and solve the boring stuff!" Without waiting for Xing Twelve to answer, the little guy went straight in.

The gauze on Xing Twelve's head was just changed, and with a white coat, it was so a little bit inhumane.

"Old Twelve, you don't need to worry too much! It is a glorious thing to have a scar on a man's face!"

The little guy will be comforting. Perhaps he didn't take disfigurement seriously.

"If it was your dear that was disfigured, would you care?"

Xing Shiliang went to the dressing mirror and carefully and repeatedly observed the injury on his face. It can be seen that he still cares about his looks. Heart of beauty in everyone.

"Yes, fifteen, your uncle, that Feng Lixin, does he have any sequelae on his face now? Does it look like a particularly obvious scar? And will his facial activity and muscle direction be affected? limits?"

Xing Shiliang asked the little guy a lot of questions. Professional or non-professional.

"Of course not! My uncle is handsome again now! And also talked about a new girlfriend! Very happy!"

Xing Twelve was silent: he had seen Feng Lixin several times. But on the surface, Feng Lixin and ordinary people are undoubted. But if there is anything unusual on the surface, you have to ask Feng Lixin himself.

"Fifteen, if Twelve Brother becomes ugly, would you still love Twelve Brother most?"

"Absolutely!"

"Come on! You know how to make me happy! Old 14 is now your cousin, older than us!"

Xing Twelve muttered a little dissatisfaction, and even if it was an adult in his twenties, he would inevitably be so naive. More or less affected by this single living environment.

"It's called Old Fourteen, it's all on my mom's face! Actually fifteen is still your oldest twelve!"

The little boy jumped over and hugged Xing Shier's long legs.

"Trust you!"

Xing Twelve patted the little guy's head, and it immediately delighted a lot.

...

Under normal circumstances, most of the time snow will only stay in your own room or study.

Even if she had washed up and slept on her bed, she would wear her clothes tightly.

After all, Pittsburgh is a man, and Xue Luo will deliberately pay attention to these details to minimize his sense of existence. This is how a woman survives among a group of men.

After dinner, his son Lin Nuo went to accompany Hetun; while Feng Xinglang went to visit Xing Ba, who was still unable to move normally.

When Feng Xinglang came in, a nurse was wiping Xing Ba's body.

After seeing Feng Xinglang, Xing Ba would inevitably have some cramps, so he stopped the carer and gave him out.

Feng Xinglang sat down on the chair across the bed, and looked at Xing Ba, who was pale to bloodless, with a mild look.

"Hetun ... is it really worthy of your loyalty? One by one, wounded, dead?"

All in all, Feng Xinglang didn't find many flashes on Hetun, and wondered that Xing Ba would be so loyal.

Xing Ba took a glance at Feng Xinglang: It seems that Prince Xing is idle tonight!

Tomorrow is the day when Xing Er was born. Except for a few seriously injured Yizi and Hetun, everyone is busy.

"Prince Xing, I wonder if you have thought about it: take over my righteous father's team?"

Xing Ba's words made Feng Xinglang's mouth stubbornly stiff, "Xing Lao Ba, you're out of order!"

Feng Xinglang said half-jokingly, half-coldly and humorously, "Your righteous father hasn't died yet, so you have no time to recognize the new master?"

But Xing Ba shook his head with a sad smile, "In fact, the death of my second brother is very uncomfortable in my righteous father ..."

"I really don't see where Hetun is uncomfortable!" Feng Xinglang Lengheng.

"It's your family's arrival that resolves the sorrow deep in my righteous father!"

Xing Ba slightly sighed, sighing profoundly: "I thought everything would get better and better, but I didn't expect the world to be unpredictable! I want my righteous father to enjoy his old age, I am afraid it is difficult!"

"With your group of righteous sons behind and behind you, your righteous father will not be lonely in his old age!"

Feng Xinglang did not fully understand Xing Ba's meaning; or he was trying to guess and figure out.

Xing Ba just smiled slightly, and did not respond to Feng Xinglang's words.

"By the way, what about Cong Gang ... how much do you know?"

Perhaps this is why Feng Xinglang came to Xing Ba tonight.

Xing Ba's face tightened, "My second brother mentioned Cong Gang to you?"

"No ..." Feng Xinglang kept calm, "Don't you say I picked up Cong Gang as a treasure? I just want to ask where Cong Gangbao is!"

"The one who knows Cong Gang best is my second brother! Unfortunately, my second brother is now dead."

"..." Doesn't that mean asking in vain? !!

"But you can't control Cong Gang either, just don't think about his mind!"

"..."