The little guy's sudden frenzy caught Xing Twelve off guard.

Usually the little guy will yell at him, but rarely like now, a pair of eyes are full of tears.

"I want a hug! Hurry up and hug! ”

It seems that this has reached the limit of a 5-year-old child.

At the moment when Xing Twelve picked up the little guy, the little thing couldn't help but tighten his neck and cried bitterly. turned the small grievances in my heart into crystal clear tears.

"What's wrong fifteen? Why did you cry your nose? ”

Xing Twelve is distressed about Xiao Fifteen. In addition to his father-in-law Hetun, Xing Twelve is the closest to the little guy. Xing Twelfth was also assigned by Hetun to Xiao Fifteen. Responsible for teaching him some attack skills, taking care of the small things of eating, drinking, and Lazar.

"Old Twelve, I'm so uncomfortable."

The little guy said silently. If something like this, the little guy can only tell Xing Twelve. Stepfather Hetun can't say it, and Mommy Xueluo can't say it.

"What's so uncomfortable? Tell the twelfth brother to hear it. ”

Xing Twelve gently patted the little guy's back, trying to calm his choking and sadness.

"Old Twelve, don't ask again! You're stupid...... You don't understand it! Too lazy to tell you! ”

The little guy angrily hit Xing Twelve's head with his little head, trying to shut up Xing Twelve.

"Okay, okay, I don't ask! When you want to say it, tell me again! ”

Xing Twelve just hugged the little guy and walked back and forth in the corridor.

Until the little one's emotions slowly calm down.

The arrows of the crossbow arrows have been taken out. After a doctor's examination, there was no extract.

Feng Xinglang only suffered a flesh injury, not a vital injury to his body.

In fact, Feng Xinglang could see at a glance that it was a repeating crossbow, which could fire at least three arrows in a row, but at that time, the little guy was just holding the bow and crossbow in his hand, and he did not hit Feng Xinglang in a row.

Was this the friendliness he showed to himself? Or is it the goodness of the little one?

Feng Xinglang prefers to believe that it is the latter! What a cute little milk baby, a little strong seed. We must not be as vicious and ferocious as Hetun.

But under the long-term influence of Hetun, how can small things maintain the original goodness of people?

Is this the price he paid for bullying girls?

Feng Xinglang's heroic eyebrows frowned: When did he bully a girl and let him see it?

Small group?

Feng Xinglang instinctively thought of a little girl who was about the same age as the little thing.

After Yan Bang saw off the doctor, he walked in with a bowl of soup.

"Let's take a few sips of the chef's stewed pigeon soup. Good for your wound healing. ”

Yan Bang scooped a spoon and fed it to Feng Xinglang's lips.

At that time, Feng Xinglang had been immersed in the resentful and affectionate little eyes of the little guy when he looked at him, and he just opened his mouth to drink the soup that Yan Bang fed him.

This soup is always available here, and the entrance is very rich. I guess it has been stewed for a while.

"Sleep with me tonight. I hired a Thai guy, and the massage technique is good. ”

Yan Bang drank the little soup left in the bowl. It seems that he is very satisfied with Feng Xinglang's obedience.

"What do you think? So distracted. ”

Yan Bang draped the soft silk pajamas over Feng Xinglang's back and gently stroked down his spine.

"How long has it been since I practiced? It's all loose! ”

"Bang, you said that Xing fifteen...... What is the origin? ”

Obviously, Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang are in two different parallel worlds at this moment. The two are focusing in very different directions.

"Isn't it just a little puppy, what can it be? Could it be that you still think that little miscellaneous hair is the British royal family? ”

Yan Bang snorted lightly, "Even if that little thing is really a royal family, it's just a tool used by Hetun!" ”

After a slight pause, Yan Bang sneered again, "Why do you say that Hetun is so perverted, and he actually cultivated a little puppet child who was only a few years old to assassinate you?" The key is that if this little thing really kills you, even the police uncle can't take care of it! ”

Yan Bang's words were exactly what Feng Xinglang was worried about.

It seems that the little thing has quite a big prejudice against him. The first time we met, it was directly tense!

This is the second time we meet......

Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang was looking forward to the second meeting of the little guy! Masochist?

"What kind of bad intentions can a child who is only a few years old have, and he is not instigated by Hetun."

For some reason, Feng Xinglang was subconsciously speaking for Lin Nuo's child.

"Feng Xinglang, are you feeling compassion for that little thing? Or do you want your son to go crazy? ”

Yan Bang just said it casually.

Because he heard Ye Shinian say: The woman named Lin Xueluo seems to have conceived a child for Feng Xinglang. But later, because of revenge for Feng Xinglang, he abandoned their mother and son when he did Hetun multiple choice questions, and beat the child in his belly in front of him.

For a long time, Feng Xinglang fell into the abyss of losing his beloved son and couldn't extricate himself.

Feng Xinglang was really stunned!

The ringing of the mobile phone interrupted Feng Xinglang's whimsical thoughts.

The call came from Feng's house.

As soon as it was connected, there was a soft and sweet voice of the sealing group.

"Papa, why haven't you come back?"

At this moment, the little cutie's voice is the most chicken soup for the soul. It is also what Feng Xinglang wants to hear the most.

"Papa is busy with work. Why hasn't Tuan Tuan slept yet? ”

Feng Xinglang moved a comfortable posture and made a phone porridge with Feng Tuantuan.

"Papa is not at home, can you bring your work home and do it well? In this way, you can hold Tuan Tuan with one hand and work with the other. ”

The little cutie's voice was soft and waxy, and Feng Xinglang's ears were particularly comfortable to listen to. It seems to soothe his somewhat sad state of mind tonight.

"Be obedient, go to your big papa, and let him coax you to sleep! You're the best storyteller at PAPA. ”

"But Tuan Tuan doesn't want to hear the story tonight. Tuan Tuan just wants little Papa to sleep. Is PAPA's work more important than Tuantuan? ”

The little guy has a sweet voice and does not give up.

"Of course it's not as important as Tuantuan! Just ......"

Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang, "It's just that your Uncle Yan is injured, and the injury is very serious, and he is about to die, so Papa must go and see him." ”

"But...... But Tuan Tuan's stomach was so hungry, so hungry that he was about to die. ”

The skills that the little cutie learns and uses live seem to have reached the point of perfection.

"Nonsense! Didn't Grandma Ann make something delicious for Tuan Tuan to eat? ”

"It's done, but Tuan Tuan doesn't like to eat! Papa, why don't you pack a chicken wing for Tuan Tuan and bring it back after you finish reading Uncle Yan! Tuan Tuan can imagine and eat! I can't sleep even if I want to eat! ”

"Papa, you must buy it back! Tuan Tuan will wait, wait, wait until dawn! See you papa! ”

Before Feng Xinglang could answer, the little thing had already hung up the phone.

This little trick is almost the same as her mommy.

Feng Xinglang was defeated by the cutie's persistent begging.