Chapter 1924: Your dad is crying?

Dark and murky, accompanied by layers of nightmare!

When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already afternoon, and the whole person seemed to have collapsed and his body was very weak.

Lai Lai was in bed for a few minutes again, and when he was about to get up to take a refreshing refreshment in the bathroom, he found that his feet seemed to have stepped on cotton, and he was so fragile that he could not stand firmly.

What happened to myself?

Although it wasn't sleep to wake up naturally, sleep was adequate.

I wanted to sleep and clear my memory, but the **** arm of Hetun always appeared in my mind!

How did this inexplicable guilt arise? Really enchanted!

Feng Xinglang got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom in a slow pace. Without being able to wait for the bathtub to be filled with water, he flushed himself with a shower head.

Stimulated by the icy water flow, I was so tired that it weakened a little; but the things I wanted to forget in my mind became clearer.

Even himself in the mirror overlapped with the **** river Tun!

"Why should I feel guilty? Why ?!"

Feng Xinglang hissed, "Hetun, you interrupted my leg, cut off my flesh, almost drained my blood, and almost made me a corpse ... my mother would just open it to you Just a shot !!! "

"哐 啷" A loud noise, Feng Xinglang punched the mirror ...

The housekeeper Mo heard the sound and ran to the third floor. In the bathroom of the master bedroom, he found the second master Feng Xinglang who fell on the washstand.

When Feng Xinglang woke up again, he saw Feng Lixin sitting in a chair beside the bed, staring at himself.

"What do you want to do? Look at me like that?" Feng Xinglang was about to sit up, but felt a headache.

"It seems you are still burning ..."

Feng Lixin reached out and touched Feng Xinglang's forehead, and Feng Xinglang resisted opening it.

"I already knew what you shot and wounded Hetun! Don't go into your heart, you can think of it as Hetun owes you!"

"How do you know?" Feng Xinglang asked in surprise, "The people in Hetun told you?"

"Hetun almost dumped you by eight bucks, but you are so guilty just because you shot him ... it only proves that you are still a kind and good son!"

"Who the **** is guilty? Even if my **** turned the old guy in Hetun into a honeycomb, it wouldn't eliminate my hatred for him!"

"now it's right!"

Feng Lixin got up immediately, "Okay, you're done! I'll go with Xueluo and the Ranran Great Wall! Remember to drink the antipyretic medicine on the bed! I've secretly put you two cubes of sugar in!"

"Feng Lixin, you ... are you leaving now?"

When Feng Lixin got up and walked out of the room, Feng Xinglang asked in a loud voice.

"There are three missing one downstairs! An An is holding me first, and she has to cook for a while! Don't delay too long! You entertain yourself!"

Before Feng Xinglang spoke again, Feng Lixin hurried down the stairs.

Feng Xinglang didn't know he had a high fever and was unconscious for a day and night. Both Feng Lixin and Mo Ranran, who were far away on Saipan, were urged back.

When Feng Xinglang came downstairs, he saw a happy family portrait downstairs ...

"Xing Lang, how are you? Come and teach me! I don't know how to count Hu ... they are all pitting your wife!"

Xue Luo was holding her belly, beckoning her husband Feng Xinglang. It doesn't seem to be a sick husband.

Feng Xinglang walked over and snuggled his head on his wife's shoulder. "Wife ... the husband has a bad headache!"

But Xue Luo pushed her husband's head back with a ruthless hand, "You are still having a high fever! Don't rely on me! It will be transmitted to my daughter!"

"Wife, don't take you so cruelly ..." Feng Xinglang murmured pitifully.

"After you have sealed Fengzi, don't hum and tremble! You will get revenge on your elder brother for that shot!"

It was Mo Ranran who was arrogant to the court, "This family's life is going to continue! I am not free to accompany you sadness!"

"Ran Ran!" Mo steward snapped.

It was meant to be a family drama!

As a result, Mo Ranran and Xue Luo acted into one: indifference and self-destruction drama!

As a result, Feng Xinglang's 'illness' was cured!

...

Lin Nuowo was beside Yifu Hetun, quietly and obediently infusion with Yifu.

"Father ... Father ... Are you awake? Does it hurt?"

The little guy is still very filial, and during the two or three days he was in a coma, he was always by his side and he didn't even return home.

Perhaps where the righteous father is, this is his second home.

"fifteen……"

After finally opening his eyes, Hetun hoarsely murmured the little guy around him.

"Father, fifteen is here!"

The little guy brought his little face closer, and his intimate kiss on Hetun's wrinkled face, "The fifteenth will always be with you and will not leave!"

Hetun instinctively wanted to hug his grandson, but found that he had no arms to hug his love grandson.

Desolate sadness came to my heart, but Hetun wanted to cry without tears.

Feeling that Yifu Hetun was working hard, Xing Shiliang immediately came forward and gently pressed his arm that he wanted to raise. "Yifu, don't worry, your arm is kept! Just to rest for a while! Can't do anything! "

"Father, don't move! Fifteen can hug you!"

Lin Nuo, who knew, immediately opened his arms and hugged Hetun's shoulder and neck tightly. "When Yiyi's injury is healed, hug fifteen!"

Sun was so pleased that Hetun was relieved in the sadness.

He Tunxi kissed the little guy's head and remained silent for a long time.

"Father, are you still angry with my dad?" The little guy looked up and whispered, "Actually, my dad knew that it was wrong! My dad himself was very sad ... when he went back to tell me , Talking while crying ... woke up again yesterday and one day and one night ... you will forgive my dear father

Right! "

Although there is an exaggerated element in the words of the little ones in order to excuse their fathers and fathers, the same is true.

"You ... your dear is crying?" He Tun frowned slightly.

"Well! It's sad to cry, like a kid doing something wrong!" The little guy nodded seriously.

"Well ..." Hetun sighed, "The righteous father never thought of blaming your dear! All this is what the right father asked for!"

"Father, in fact, the big caterpillar is not a bad person at all! He saved my dear many times, and also saved my mum and me! Last time, to save my dear, even his face was burned by the fire!" He sniffed his little nose, but said firmly: "The big caterpillar is the most unlikely person in the world to hurt my dad and our family!"