Chapter 1386 - The Merciful Fruit of Sorrow

Feng Xinglang scooped the teary little thing up from the ground and hugged it to his chest, then lovingly stuck on the little guy's face.

Anyone or anything that angered his own son to tears would be dealt with by Feng Xinglang at the first possible moment.

"Don't worry, my good son. If your foster father doesn't give you an order, Old Tweleve won't dare to die! They are just so stupid and loyal! "

Feng Xinglang hugged the son on his shoulder tightly, "I really won't give my Feng Family's young master any face … It seems like my father has to go personally! "

"Father, do you have any good ideas?"

The little guy was half-lying on Feng Xinglang's shoulder, and asked listlessly.

"There has to be!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little fellow on its tear-stained little face, "Can't you be stronger, my son? This cry was not good! "What a waste of such a good gene!"

The little guy sniffed with his nose and used his small arm to wipe away the tears on his face. "You're so annoying. My son didn't cry at all."

He really was a little thing that wanted to be strong but also had a lot of face!

"Then you can't be the fierce Old Tweleve!"

The little guy warned his father, Feng Xinglang, worriedly, "Old Tweleve has been disfigured, so you must be very sad."

"Then your father will just listen to your son and reason with Old Tweleve!"

Tonight, Feng Xinglang could be said to be the improved version of his father. Carefully protecting his son's young heart from harm.

"Father … Your own son believes in you! My dear father is the best of all! "

What he gained was not only the little guy's reliance on him, but also the huge amount of trust that the little guy had in him.

Xueluo did not follow him, but only watched the little fellow who was enjoying his fatherly love from afar. Looking at the father and son affectionately embracing each other, their expressions were filled with deep love.

Xueluo believed that with her son being protected by his father and husband, their future life would only get better and better.

It was a pity … I can't give this man a daughter, just make do with it!

The door to Xing Shi'er's room was tightly locked.

The little guy looked at his father with hope, waiting for his good idea.

Feng Xinglang knocked on the door a few times. Sure enough, the room was quiet. There was no response.

"Nuonuo, are you sure that the Old Tweleve is inside?"

"I'm sure!" The little guy nodded earnestly, "My Uncle said that before we came, the doctors had already changed the medicine for your Old Tweleve!"

After a slight pause, the little guy emphasized, "Old Tweleve must be inside! He just didn't want to meet anyone! "Even I don't want to see him!"

The little guy thought for a moment. "Do you want me to call my foster father over?"

"No need! Father has a way to make him open the door willingly! "

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! "When did daddy ever lie to you?!"

"You have coaxed your son so many times!"

"Is there?"

"Yes!" But don't lie to your son this time! "

"Of course!"

Feng Xinglang knocked twice more, and the sound was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"Xing Shi'er, give me face. Open the door!"

The room was still silent.

"It's useless! If even the face of your own son is useless, then the face of yours is even less so! "

The little guy had used this move many times just now! Including 'The Best Twelfth Brother' and 'Your Fifteenth Brother', none of them worked!

"My good son, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to take down someone at this time, is it?"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and said, "You should be cooperating with your father, let's start with a stratagem of suffering!"

"A trick? Who wants to be the one getting beaten up? "

the little guy asked innocently. Perhaps in the little guy's understanding: The trick was to beat up one side! After getting beaten and bleeding, that would be called a torture method!

Feng Xinglang shooed his son, gesturing to the little fellow to wait and see.

"Xing Shi'er, how big is it … … You being so pretentious and unwilling to open the door, made my Nuonuo jump up and down in anxiety, his eyes filled with tears, how can you bear it! "

The little guy looked towards his father, Feng Xinglang: "Are you trying to perform 'Jumping up and down' and 'Tears' on your face?"

"Nuonuo loves you so much, if you leave him alone and refuse to see him, how sad would he be?"

After the emotional play was finished, Feng Xinglang started his attack immediately, "Xing Shi'er, do you want to stay in your room for your entire life? Let me tell you, if you don't open the door for me today, you will definitely regret it! "

The room was still silent. It was so quiet that only the noise of the father and son pair could be heard.

"Father, I already told you not to threaten Old Tweleve! Why did you get so angry while you were talking? Can't you be gentler? "

The little guy was very unsatisfied with his father's knocking attitude.

"Xing Shi'er, my brother's entire body is more than eighty percent burnt! He almost died! But look at him now, didn't he recover his original handsome face? "I know of a top burn and cosmetic surgery organization in the world. If you treat them earlier, you can still catch up to this year to replace a girlfriend!"

"Problems are solved, not avoided! If it wasn't for the fact that my son is so sad and cares about you, I wouldn't even tell him! "

Such a sentimental topic, only Feng Xinglang could express it in such a humorous way.

Now that I'm done, it's time for my son to stir up some trouble.

"Old Tweleve, can you open the door? Fifteen is really worried about you! "

"I've seen all the pictures of my uncle's burns. I'm not afraid, and I'm not …"

The little guy tilted his head and looked at it for a long time before asking in a small voice, "Dad, what word is that?"

So these lines, were all lost to Feng Xinglang on his phone, and then read out by the little guy.

Because he had the experience of his big brother Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang knew what this kind of person cared about the most.

The following words should be: I won't complain about your temporarily ugly appearance. However, the little fellow couldn't even recognize the three of them!

"I won't mind your temporarily ugly appearance!"

After Feng Xinglang read it once, he took the opportunity to reprimand her, "I told you to not listen to the words normally! It's good now. When it's time to use the book, I hate the lack of it! You must be dumbfounded! "

"Bastard, dear father, you must have done it on purpose! None of our teachers have ever taught these complicated words! "

To be honest, this kind of hatred between father and son, from a certain sense, was like a fruit in the midst of grief and happiness that was thrown into Pater Castle!

The door opened a crack, and little friend Linnuo rushed over quickly; but was stopped by a hand wrapped in gauze.

"Fifteen, go see your foster father. Feng Xinglang, you can come in! "

"No!" Old Tweleve, can you let me go in as well? "

"Listen to me!" Go to your foster father! "

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