Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Chapter 1381



Being moved was being moved, but being hugged like this wasn\'t really appropriate!

"Don\'t be so tight! Maybe your cousin hasn\'t fully recovered and is injured twice, which isn\'t good! "


How could he be jealous?

"Fifteen, foster father told us to come pick you up."

"Ah?" Did godfather send you to pick us up? But I didn\'t tell Hetun to come? " The little guy asked in a daze.


In fact, when Feng Xinglang saw Xing Shisi, Feng Xinglang had the same suspicions: he knew that his wife and children had not notified Hetun in advance, and agreed to give him a pleasant surprise! But the Hetun still knew about their journey?!

Could it be that the Hetun still had spies in the Shen City?

"This might be the telepathy between you and your foster father!"


Who would have thought that Xing Shisi was also someone who could talk nonsense. Even telepathy appeared! Was there really such a fantasy in this world?


Anyway, Feng Xinglang did not believe it! He was more willing to believe that the Hetun had spies in the Shen City that knew about their journey like the back of their hand.


"Really? Father is so great! "


The little guy was rather easy to fool. Someone came to pick him up, which was exactly what he wanted.


"Fifteen, this is your seventeenth brother."

Xing Shisi introduced Xing Shiqi, who had come to receive them, to the little fellow.

Feng Xinglang recognized Xing Shiqi. When he rescued his niece Feng Tuantuan, he had even lived together with Xing Shiqi for a few days. A foster son who wasn\'t scheming too much, but listened to the orders of the Hetun.


The little guy opened his eyes wide as he stared at Xing Shiqi who was behind Xing Shisi. He should have called me Brother Fifteen! "

"..." This truly is willful!

"Nuonuo, you are seventeen years older than you, so of course you should call him big brother! If it doesn\'t work out, you can call him Old Seventeen. Just like calling you Twelfth Brother. "


Asking an eighteen or nineteen year old boy to call him \'little brother\' was really too much. The kind Xueluo was always so considerate.


But little friend Linnuo didn\'t want to get close to this new Xing Shiqi!

Xing Shiqi did not take the initiative to strike up a conversation, he only took the luggage from Feng Xinglang\'s side.

"Uncle, how is my foster father\'s body?" the little guy asked worriedly.

"When I meet my foster father … "You\'ll know."

Xing Shisi\'s expression was dejected. Presumably, the condition of the Hetun wasn\'t very good.


"Why are you so secretive? I hate it! " The little fellow muttered in dissatisfaction.


It wasn\'t that Xing Shisi wanted to keep it a secret; rather, he really didn\'t know where to start. Thus, he could only remain silent.


Feng Xinglang\'s family of three sat comfortably in this small caravan.

Xing Shisi brought over some hungry meat snacks and fruits; the hungry Linnuo\'s little friend ate them heartily.

However, Feng Xinglang\'s expression was still solemn.


Xueluo took a piece of sausage and fed it to Feng Xinglang, "Xinglang, eat something. I know the steak on the plane doesn\'t suit you! "


"Exactly!"


The little guy stuffed his mouth half full and muttered indistinctly, "The air stewardesses are still considered beautiful, but the things they cook are really too horrible! It\'s simply incomparable to the chef at my foster father\'s house! "

Feng Xinglang bit the sausage slice that his wife fed him, and let out a weak smile: "En, not bad!"

"Xinglang, what\'s wrong?"


Xueluo whispered into her husband\'s ear. Because she could see that her husband was forcing a smile.

Do you not want to face Hetun again?

Actually, that\'s not the case! To Feng Xinglang, not facing the Hetun at all was no longer as intense as it used to be. Most of them were indifferent after being wasted by the passage of time. Even if it was still impossible to truly forgive and forget from the bottom of his heart!


Just then, Xing Shisi\'s subtle expression made him realize that the condition of Hetun\'s body was not an optimistic one. It was only because of this that Xing Shisi was able to hold back against the little fellow\'s stammer.


Even if Hetun was severely injured, as long as he could recover after treatment, it was not a big deal! It was just that Hetun had to suffer!

"Oh right, Uncle, how are eighth brother and the rest?"

Only then did the little fellow whose mouth was completely empty ask about Xing Ba and the others\' situation, "And my Twelfth Brother?"

"Eighth brother\'s injury is a little severe, I think he will need a few more months for him to recover. Old Tweleve, he …"

"What happened to him?"


The little guy nervously jumped up from his seat. "Am I going to die?"


"He won\'t die... It\'s just that it\'s a bit ugly. "


"Ugly? How ugly? Was it disfigured? "

The little guy still cared quite a bit about Xing Shi\'er. During the five years in the Pater Castle, he had practically intertwined with Xing Shi\'er.

"More or less! His face was injured by stray bullets and fragments from explosions. I\'m guessing he\'ll have to undergo some cosmetic surgery later on. "


"Then that\'s good …"

The little guy sat back down, "The scar is a boy\'s medal! We boys don\'t need to be too handsome either! "

"Oh yeah, where\'s my second brother? How is he? "


The little guy finally thought of Xing Er in the end. He didn\'t interact much with Xing Er. Because the foster father Hetun had set his eyes on Xing Er, and because the other foster son s followed his lead, the little guy didn\'t really like the powerful Xing Er.

But Xing Er actually quite liked this little fifteen brother of his!

"Second brother, he … … He should not be able to live for long! My foster father has already asked us to prepare for second brother\'s funeral! "


Xing Shisi spoke calmly. It wasn\'t too sad. Perhaps the foster son s of the Hetun looked at life and death calmly.


"Second brother, he … … Is he really going to die? "


The little guy sniffed his sore nose, "He\'s so cool, so fierce... "He\'s actually going to die …"


Maybe what the little guy wanted to express was: A tough and ferocious person like Xing Er would actually face death!

Xing Er was a Ranker! However, the strong would inevitably die!

Feng Xinglang hugged her sad son and buried her face in his embrace.


There was no need to open your mouth to comfort anything. The warm and powerful embrace of your father was the greatest comfort to this little fellow.


He was getting closer and closer to the Pater Castle … He could vaguely see the outline of the Pater Castle through the gaps in the trees. The classical buildings that were shrouded in a thin layer of mist, under the setting sun, appeared even more mysterious.


"Fifteen... Fifteen... "Xing Nuo …"


"Daddy, listen: It seems like foster father is calling me!"

The little guy listened attentively, then leaned towards the window and looked in the direction of the Pater Castle, "Father, quickly look, it\'s my foster father … It\'s really your foster father! "

"Foster father... "Foster father..."


The little guy waved his little hands towards Hetun who was waiting for the sunset. It\'s here! "

Feng Xinglang also saw Hetun bathing under the setting sun...

And that empty right sleeve!



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