The little guy was toozy to refute anything with his father, Feng Xinng.


    He only gave his dad a resentful look before burying his head in the crook of Hetun''s left arm, no longer looking at him.<span>"Are you sure you don''t want to eat? That dad is so lucky! "


    <span>Amidst everyone''s suppressed emotions, Feng Xinng was actually able to eat happily.


    "Xueluo, you eat too. The chicken wings were put together in a tter, and the cook told me that there were eight different vors; let the cook cook cook more of the kind you like. "


    Xueluo loved to eat chicken wings. When he was living in Pater Castle, Hetun knew about it. It was just that the Hetun at that time never cared about those things, but now that Xueluo''s identity had changed to that of his Hetun''s daughter-inw and his grandson''s biological mother, his attitude had changed 180 degrees."Dad, you should have some too. The doctor is waiting to give you the IV. Nuonuo will be fedter, don''t worry! "


    "No rush!"Hetun lowered his head and kissed the little guy''s little head, "Just sitting with my fifteen years is much better than injection and medicine!"


    <span>Linnuo''s little friend was stubborn, old Hetun was not much better. Xueluo was not someone who could be persuaded with a few words; the grandfather and grandson pair snuggled together just like that, in addition to feeling sorrowful, they also felt a little warmth.


    <span>"Eat your food!" If you''re hungry, they''ll eat by themselves! "


    Feng Xinng picked up a piece of C Chicken Wing for his wife, "Do you want your husband to taste it first?"


    <span>Xueluo stared at his husband who was in every situation, then buried his head and started to eat that piece of chicken wing.


    <span>It was not as if they were really on the same page; they couldn''t just all stare at each other and cry together, could they? His son, Feng Linnuo, had been crying for more than an hour. It was enough to give him, the Hetun, face!


    "Um... This one smells of salt and pepper. This piece smells of garlic. This piece, it seems to be red wine? "


    "Bastard Feng Xinng! You''re so annoying! You don''t like to eat chicken wings, why do you still have to bite over them one by one? It''s a waste of food, okay? Mommy hasn''t even eaten yet! "


    Little friend Linnuo could not stand his father''s misdeeds anymore!<span>The bastard''s father had actually bitten the chicken wings one by one! Furthermore, he only needed to taste a single mouthful before throwing it there. He would then continue to taste the next one.


    "What does your mother eating or not have to do with me?! Hmm... This chicken wing that seems to have been dipped in curry. Ordinary! There are three pieces left, I will continue to taste them! ""Feng Xinng, you have no morals!"


    The little guy turned sadness into resentment, "I''m already so upset, why are you still eating so happily? Your conscience is really too bad! "


    "If sadness can solve the problem, father is willing to cry with you!"<span>Feng Xinng stared deeply at the little thing whose eyes had turned red from crying, "Your foster father must be very sad to have lost his arm, and your crying and grieving will only make him even more miserable!"


    <span>With a slight rise to his breath, he said, "Feng Linnuo, your father knows that you are a filial child, but your father wishes for you to be a brave and optimistic child!"


    <span>"Your foster father''s arm won''t grow back, but your foster father can still hold onto you and love you!"


    "All of this needs your encouragement and support, and you''re not the one who keeps on bickering and pestering me!"The little guy kept silent, then nodded with tears in his eyes, "Daddy …" Is there no other way? "


    "If there is, Eighth Brother, Old Tweleve and the others will spare no effort to help your foster father!"


    Feng Xinng faintly exhaled a mouthful of impure air, "You just saw it too, Ol ''Eight suffered a very serious internal injury … They did their best! So don''t me them! "<span>The little guy looked towards the bedroom, "Oh yeah, where''s Old Tweleve? Why didn''t Old Tweleve see it? "


    <span>"Your Twelfth Brother''s face was first hit by the stray bullets and then burned. He thought he was ugly, so he hid in his room and didn''te out to see you!"


    Hetun did not care about how ugly they were, but this Xing Shi''er was originally an elegant and beautiful youth.


    "Then I''ll go look for Old Tweleve!"<span>The little fellow climbed down from the chair and rushed towards Xing Shi''er''s bedroom.


    <span>It looks like the knot in the little guy''s heart was already somewhat relieved from his father Feng Xinng''s guidance.


    The noisy furry beast left the table, and the three people on the table were soon enveloped by Shang''s will.<span>"Ah Lang, you came to see daddy … Daddy is so happy! "


    <span>Hetun was speechless, as he looked deeply at his only son.


    Feng Xinng did not reply, he only nodded, "Alright, stop being so generous! Since you have no appetite, you should go to the doctor first. I see that your wound has already started bleeding due to Nuonuo, so it''s best for you to quickly go in and treat it! If you let Lil Thing see you, he''ll have to cry and y with you again. "


    Only now did Hetun subconsciously look at his broken arm, and sure enough, there was a little bit of blood that flowed out from his sleeve.


    "It also affects my appetite!"


    Feng Xinng''s words were effective, the Hetun immediately stood up, "Then I will go in to take care of it, you guys eat slowly!"<span>After waiting for the doctor to apany Hetun into the treatment room, Feng Xinng slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand.


    Although the man pretended to be heartless, Xueluo could feel that the man was not feeling well either. She reached out her hands and gently stroked his back.<span>"Xinng, shall we go and see Xing Ba together? Just to ask him what happened. "


    <span>Xueluo could tell that his husband did not have a good appetite; he just did not want this sad atmosphere to be any worse.


    "Apany Nuonuo to see Xing Shi''er. I alone will be enough!"


    Feng Xinng stood up, but pushed his wife, Xueluo, away. "Don''t let Nuonuo act rashly again!"<span>"Alright then!" I''ll apany Nuonuo. Oh right, Xing Ba''s room is on the right side … "


    <span>"Don''t worry!" Aren''t there still Uncle to lead the way?! " Feng Xinng revealed a faint smile.


    … ….


    <span>When Feng Xinng came in, he was in the midst of infusion. His face was ghastly pale and he looked on the verge of death.


    <span>"Why so unlucky?"


    Feng Xinngughed coldly, "You almost got annihted?"<span>Xing Ba smiled disinterestedly, "I''m not afraid of you, Prince Xing. You must be joking … He really almost … It will be aplete wipeout! "


    "Enough, don''t move!" Don''t say anything either! "


    Feng Xinng held down Xing Ba who was about to get up, "Look at you, you''re almost out of breath, if you really get angered to death by me, how tired will you be!?"<span>Seeing that Xing Baid back down, Feng Xinng taunted again, "At first, you guys were just ying with me! Now that I have met a truly ruthless character, all of them should have be soft footed shrimps, right? "


    <span>Xing Ba said with a bitter face, "There are two to three hundred troops stationed there."


    <span>"Then why are you all still foolishly doing it with them?" Feng Xinng scoffed, "Even a three year old child knows that he can''t beat him, so he just ran!"