Chapter 2035: Cong Gang articles (17)

The child Feng Fengzhe seems to have realized a rule:

As long as there are idle people waiting to come to my dad's ward, the big bugs will disappear; and after these idle people wait to leave, the big bugs will appear again!

Therefore, in the case that no big bugs can be found, the sealed bugs just sit still and wait for these people to leave! That way his big bug will come back again!

Xing Twelve was supposed to make fun of Xing Xiaoworm, but when he saw Prince Xing in his hospital bed, he looked sad. He knew that Yifu Hetun had to be distressed again!

"This **** Bai Mo, how dare to hurt my son Alan? !!! He is trying to die!"

Hetun's EMG arm was not installed successfully because of the short time; he simply asked the doctor to remove it. The so-called myoelectric prosthetic arm is a myoelectric signal generated by the amputee's brain to innervate the muscle movement of the stump. By using the myoelectric signal family to control the micromotor and drive the transmission system, the artificial hand is driven to move according to the will Seed body

External force source upper limb prosthesis.

"Yifu, don't worry, Bai Mo can't run away!" Xing Shiliang reassured Hetun.

"Well! He really couldn't escape the palm of my hand!" He Tun snorted sternly.

"Yi ... Yifu? Yifu, are you back?" Waking up Feng Linnuo saw the Yifu Hetun who had not seen him for more than a month.

"Fifteen ... Is your father waking you up? Come here and hug your father!"

When looking at his son and grandson, He Tun's eyes would reveal kindness.

Xing Shiliang immediately took Lin Nuojiu and sent him to Hetun's arms.

"Yifu really misses you so much!" He Tunxi kissed the grandson's small face, his eyes full of tenderness, "Do you miss Yifu?"

"Fifteen wants to be a righteous father!"

The little guy nestled on Hetun's left shoulder and went to see his right arm still empty. "Father, why didn't you install a fake arm? Do they think you are too old to install it?"

"I was about to run in the same way ... but when I heard that your dad was beaten, the righteous father hurried back!" Xing Twelve answered in reply.

"That silly guy is so annoying. He sent someone to break my dad's leg! But I already avenged my dad!"

Looking at his dad lying in the hospital bed, the little guy was still dissatisfied with Bai Mo.

"Revenge? Oh, have you talked to your father-in-law, how can you avenge your dear?" He Tun hummed.

"I appreciated the silly Dabai three crossbows! But only one was hit! His arm had to be spent for several days!" The little guy told his father the revenge of his heroes to his father Yi Hetun .

"How is that enough ?! I hurt Hetun's son, and I will make him worse than death!" Hetun snorted.

In fact, Feng Xinglang woke up early, but he didn't want to open his eyes. But when He Tun said that Bai Mo's life might be worse than death, he had to open his eyes.

"Ara ... Ara ... are you awake? How's your leg? Does it hurt a lot?"

Seriously, when looking at the old faces of concern in Hetun, Feng Xinglang almost had an illusion ... Is this the care of the perpetrators? The tear of crocodile?

Why is he Fengxinglang lying on the bed at this moment ... Isn't it what Baihetun gave?

"Why are you here?" Feng Xinglang asked softly, seemingly impatient.

"My only son is beaten. Can you tell me that I can be a dad?"

He Tun really wanted to hold his son Feng Xinglang in his arms like holding his grandson fifteen; but he knew his son didn't like him doing this.

"You probably haven't asked your doctor yet? The reason why I have to correct my leg bones is because of my old left leg injury!"

Feng Xinglang gazed deep into Hetun, "And these old injuries are all thanks to you!"

He Tun's expression was darkened a lot, "Alan, are you still angry with your father?" A long sigh, "It is indeed my father that I am sorry for you ... it is my father's fault! My father is guilty!"

This verbal confession has no meaning to Feng Xinglang!

If Feng Xinglang really refuses to forgive Hetun, he must have some way to deal with him! It is even more impossible for him to get so involved in his life! It is impossible to hold his own son in his arms and kiss him!

"Okay, you still have to confess with my mother!" Feng Xinglang stopped Hetun's hoe.

"Prince Xing, the righteous father has been injured for days and nights. It's been more than ten hours. He hasn't dripped, and he hasn't even closed his eyelids!" Xing Shiliang really couldn't bear to be sad.

How is it? Can it make up for the sin he committed? Can it still save the life of his mother Su He?

"Alang, I have consulted your attending physician. He said that you have a new injury and an old injury, and you have to have a leg correction operation! Fortunately, the correction operation is very successful, as long as it is well maintained in the future, it will not appear again. Long or short legs or lame legs. "

Of course, his son's injury will be of concern; so on the way to see his son, he had already consulted the American doctor on the phone.

"Okay, there is nothing for you here, you can go back and rest!"

What came to mind, Feng Xinglang reminded him in an instructive way: "Don't mix things between me and Bai Mo! I will handle it myself!"

Without blending, that's impossible! But in order to raise his son's legs safely, Hetun didn't answer.

"Dad wants to stay with you for a while ... and Nono and Little Worm."

He Tun, once so arrogant and treacherous, can also become so quiet in front of his son.

"I don't need you! Nono, go and send your right father back!"

Feng Xinglang turned his head and began to rest with his eyes closed. If it weren't for being unable to turn over, he would definitely give Hetun a back.

"Then I'll let the old twelve stay and take care of you!" Seeing his own son started to give him a cold face, and Hetun couldn't stay any more.

"No! I will take good care of Xinglang!" Feng Lixin, who had just arrived from the Public Security Bureau, followed.

"Then ... it's hard for you!" He Tun faded a ritual smile.

"I'm a brother to Xinglang, so why bother to talk hard?"

Feng Hexin, who should have hated Hetun, was willing to let go of his hatred because Hetun was the biological father of his baby brother.

As he said, Feng Lixin had sat down by the bed and managed the blanket for Feng Xing on the bed.

"Dad, then I will send the right father back!"

Knowing that the righteous father was not welcomed by his dad, the little guy couldn't bear to be too embarrassed by the elderly righteous father.

"Little bug ... You follow us back to Repulse Bay, too!" Xing Twelve came forward and hugged the quietly sealed bug worm.

I didn't expect the little guy's reaction to be quite contradictory, "Don't touch me!"

To change the usual time, Xing Shirhuang will definitely "moving" the little guy to tease him, but the situation at this time is really not appropriate.

"The twelve brother will come to see you tomorrow!"

Xing Twelve scouts came to try to touch the little boy's baby fat face, but the boy avoided him alertly.

I didn't expect that for more than a month, the response of small things would be so agile? Xing Shiliang is more and more interested in small things! I really want to take the little thing back and raise it myself!

"Well, don't pretend to sleep! Hetun is gone!"

After Hetun left, Feng Lixin called Feng Xinglang pretending to be asleep.

"In such a hot day, you don't feel tired from running around!" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, looking really depressed. "The crooked monkey who hit you has been caught by the police! He confessed: It was the one million dollars that he received from Prince Yezhuang's grandfather Bai Mo, and it was against you. It also involved a black power organization. But It's all a little bit of a mess on the street

!! "

Feng Lixin's information, Feng Xinglang did not reach out to pick up. Because what is going on, he knows better than anyone.

"But I have a doubt: how did the gangsters headed by crooked monkeys avoid Ba Song and Xing Shiqi and finally hurt you?"

Feng Lixin's mind is still very meticulous. "The crooked monkeys are at best embroidered with flowers and fists. They can defeat Ba Song and Xing Shiqi as professional killers ... don't you think it's strange?"

"What's so strange? It's me!"

Feng Xinglang perfunctoryly said, "Brother, don't worry about this! Since Mr. Bai has come to apologize to me, let it go!"

"That wouldn't work! If Shencheng had such a dark power to dare strike you, you would have to beat them severely! Otherwise, they would dare to come for the second and third time!" reason.

But he never thought: all of this is just a game that Cong just counted!

"Then let the police investigate! Don't worry about that!"

Feng Xinglang gave a subconscious glance at the toilet: I wonder if the police could find Cong Gang? In case Bai Mo and the police confessed that Cong Gang was doing Cong Gang ... Didn't that Cong Gang lift a stone and hit his own foot? !!

Feng Xinglang couldn't figure out why: Cong Gang was looking for a social mess like a crooked monkey? If you don't find this crooked monkey, you can still blame Bai Mo.

Or is it that there are not enough people? Find a crooked monkey to make up?

"How can I not worry about your business! You are the top pillar of our Feng family! You can't be hurt!" Feng Lixin held Feng Xinglang's hand.

"Brother, I'm worried that Hetun will go to find Bai Mo's trouble! You can tell Master Bai by sidestepping, and let him hide Bai Mo in Bai Mansion for a few days, and don't come out to die again!"

Feng Lixin patted Feng Xinglang's shoulder, "Xing Lang, you have brotherhood with Bai Mo, he may not have brotherhood with you!"

"Uncle, go ... Dad wants to whimper!"

The kid who had been silent for a long time suddenly came up with such a sentence. Rarely he still remembers calling Uncle Feng Lixin.

"Zhongzhe doesn't like Uncle interrupting your dad to sleep here?" Feng Lixin stepped forward to hug the quirky little guy, but the little man ran away immediately.

"Zhong Zong ... Zong Zong ... Where are you going?" Feng Lixin stepped to chase.

"Okay, don't chase after you, the bug can't be lost! As soon as you leave, he promises to come back in a while!"

"Do you just stock it like this?"

Feng Lixin was still a bit uneasy. "The worm is so ancient ... we really don't need to see a child's psychiatrist?" "My son is not sick. What doctor?"