Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me
Chapter 1326

Chapter 1326 - The feeling of being loved

The phone call was to Xing Ba.

A phone call arrived a month later.

Maybe it was because he had a grudge and was unloyal to his master, but Feng Xinglang was not a person who was good at instigating feelings and expressing his feelings!

But this time it was for his son Feng Linnuo, so it made much more sense to make this call.

The phone did not get picked up instantly, and after the call ended, Feng Xinglang patiently tried to make a second call. For his own son, Feng Xinglang's temperament would always improve. Fortunately, he got picked up!

Xing … Prince Xing? " The voice coming from the other end of the phone was a little weak.

"You know that I'm the crown prince, yet you dare to treat me with such disrespect?"

Feng Xinglang reprimanded. Although he had never admitted to having a relationship with the Hetun, the way Xing Ba and the others always called him "Prince Xing", would inevitably give rise to a sense of superiority.

"A little wound. It's inconvenient to move around, I hope Prince Xing can forgive me. "

At this moment, Xing Ba receiving Feng Xinglang's call was already giving him a lot of face.

"What about my family's Nuonuo? was he abducted by the Hetun again? "

Feng Xinglang asked straightforwardly. It wasn't that he didn't care about Xing Ba's injuries, but that injuries were commonplace to Xing Ba and the others.

But Xing Ba asked back in shock, "Little Fifteen was taken away by someone?"

"Nuonuo is not with you? Where's Xing Shi'er? Is it possible that he took Nuonuo away? " Feng Xinglang asked.

"How is this possible!?" Old Tweleve's injuries are even worse than mine … And we just returned to the Pater Castle, how could we go there to pick up fifteen! "

Xing Ba's words caused his brows to furrow fiercely.

"You guys in the Pater Castle? and even Hetun? "

"Yes …" My foster father's arm was chopped off by the rebel army, while my Old Tweleve was injured by the explosion in order to retrieve my father's severed arm. "

Xing Ba paused on this sorrowful topic, and asked back, "Oh yes, what's wrong with fifteen?"

"They ran out to play. I thought he went to Shallow Water Bay. "

Feng Xinglang replied evasively and lightly.

Judging from Xing Ba's weak voice, his injuries must be serious. Even Xing Shi'er was injured in the explosion, it could be said that he had been completely wiped out!

Hetun's arm was cut off by someone? Feng Xinglang's heart inexplicably tightened.

However, he immediately cursed in his heart: It's such a pity that I didn't kill him! He was lucky!

The call ended. He could be sure that the little fellow didn't come to Shallow Water Bay, and wasn't with Hetun and the others.

Could it be that after he heard the news of Hetun's injuries, he took the initiative to head over to the Pater Castle?

This was a possibility!

Otherwise, this little fellow would always ask strange questions about his father these past few days. For example, if his foster father died, would his own father cry?

It looks like the little guy really cared about the foster father, Hetun! And those sworn brothers who had spoiled him.

The little thing flew to Pater Castle alone? It was obviously impossible! Those complicated procedures were not something that a child like him could handle.

If he wanted to fly to Pater Castle, he would definitely replace someone to take him there … Who would the little guy go to?

But right after, this idea was immediately ruled out by Feng Xinglang.

Firstly, the Hetun and the rest probably wouldn't take the initiative to tell the little guy about the injuries. Secondly, even if they did tell the little guy, they would still do the early part of the reinforcement for him, making it impossible for the little guy to take the risk.

If the little fellow hadn't thought of flying to the Pater Castle, where would he have gone to run errands?

Or did he think too much into it? Did this little thing just run away for fun?

… ….

Old Four Yannawa's face never changed a single bit.

It was as if he had a fake face.

The little guy originally wanted to ask some questions about Cong Gang the big caterpillar, but after saying it a few times, he still did not ask.

In any case, he would be able to see the big caterpillar soon, so it wouldn't be too late to ask about it then.

Besides, this Insect Old Four looked really weird, maybe he was the same as the Xing Wu, or maybe he was that type of idiot. If he only knew how to say 'I don't know', then asking would be useless.

The sky gradually darkened, and when Linnuo passed the cemetery, he did not feel any fear. Ye Zichen stared at the scenery outside the car as it swept past him, then stood there in a silent daze.

He could not contact his foster father, nor could he get through to the Old Tweleve or the Eighth Brother's phone number. The big caterpillar could no longer get through, the little guy had always been depressed and worried.

It wasn't difficult to discern that the little fellow was a righteous person like his father. But this would more or less be his weakness.

"The big caterpillar... "Big caterpillar..."

The moment the black Passat stopped outside the villa, the little guy got out of the car and shouted loudly. As he shouted, he rushed towards the villa.

The door to the villa was open. It should be for the little guy.

"The big caterpillar... Caterpillar, where are you? "

There wasn't anything in the large living room, so the little guy ran straight up the stairs.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, the little guy found Cong Gang who was lying on the bed.

The hue of the ash was quiet and quiet, but it lacked a bit of vitality.

"Big caterpillar, why are you lying in bed? Was he injured? Are your injuries serious? "

The little guy ran over and gently lifted the thin blanket on Cong Gang's body. He then saw a bandaged up wound on his left shoulder and left calf. The chest and abdomen were simple Chinese medicine.

"Yes, a little."

Cong Gang responded, wanting to sit up, but instead laid back down with a groan. It didn't look like a light injury.

"Giant caterpillar, don't move. If you need anything, I'll give it to you!" The little guy said with concern.

Looking at the little guy's concerned face, Cong Gang's eyes softened a little and became a little sad.

"I have already escorted your foster father, Xing Er and the others out of Mexico City. They should have returned to Pater Castle by now."

Cong Gang still brought up the matter that the little fellow was most concerned about.

"Is that so? Oh, that's great! "Big caterpillar, you are the best and the best!"

The little guy jumped up and hugged Cong Gang's cheeks, and loudly kissed.

The arrogant and delicate little thing rarely took the initiative to reunite with its loved ones. Other than its father, mother and foster father Hetun, Cong Gang could be considered lucky.

Being kissed by the little fellow so suddenly, Cong Gang seemed to be a little nervous. Obviously, he didn't like contact with other people's skin.

"Then is my foster father injured? And there's still Old Tweleve and my second brother? "

The little fellow that had finished kissing hurriedly asked again.

"Your foster father has lost an arm; Xing Er, he … His injuries were quite severe, and he probably wouldn't be able to last much longer! Even if we are to be saved, we will only suffer a fate worse than death. "

Cong Gang lowered her eyes, her pale white face tinged with an obscure meaning of 'Shang'.

The little guy also became sad. He sat on the side of Cong Gang's bed, the two of them silent and still.