Chapter 1381: I am your favorite

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Touched to move, but holding it this way is not suitable!
Obviously it was a very simple reunion of sister and brother, but some people thought more; Feng Xinglang took a step forward and pulled his wife away from Xing Shishi.
"Beler is so tight! Maybe your cousin hasn't fully recovered, it won't be good if he is injured twice!"
Can this also be jealous?
"Fifteen, the righteous father asked us to pick you up."
"Ah? Yifu asked you to pick us up? But I didn't tell Hetun that he would come?" The little boy asked babblefully.
In fact, when he saw Xing Shishi, Feng Xinglang had the same doubt: He knew that his wife and children had not notified Hetun in advance, and they were discussing to give Hetun a surprise! But Hetun still knew their schedule? !!
Could it be said that Hetun still has eyeliner in Shencheng?
"Maybe this is the telepathy between you and your righteous father!"
Unexpectedly, Xing Shishi is also a guy who can pull. Even what's called telepathy! Is there really such a fantasy in this world?
Anyway, Feng Xinglang doesn't believe it! He is more willing to believe: what eyeliner has Hetun always planted in Shencheng to know their schedule well.
"Really? Righteous father is great!"
The little guy is very confused. Someone came to pick him up.
"Fifteen, this is your seventeenth brother."
Xing Shishi introduced Xing Shi to come and pick up to the little guy.
Feng Xinglang knew Xing Shishi. When he rescued his niece, he even lived with Xing Shishi for several days. A whimper who is not too heavy-minded, but rather listens to Hetun's order.
The little boy stared at Xing Shishi behind Xing Shishi, "He's all lined up to seventeen ... he should call me fifteen brother!"
"..." This wayward is more real!
"Nuo Nuo, your seventeenth brother is much older than you, of course you called his brother! If it really doesn't work, you can also call him old seventeen. Just like calling your twelfth brother."
It is difficult for a 18-year-old boy to be called a little brother. The kind snowfall is always so understanding.
But the children of Lin Nuo did not want to be close to this new Xing Shitao!
Xing Shiqi did not take the initiative to talk, but just took over the suitcase beside Feng Xinglang.
"Couple, how is my elder father's body?" The little boy asked worriedly.
"When you see your righteous father ... you will know."
Xing Shishi's expression was bleak. Presumably Hetun's condition is not very good.
"Why so secret? I hate it!" The little man muttered dissatisfied.
It's not that Xing Shishi wants to keep it secret; it's that he really doesn't know where to start. It can only be silent.
This small RV is comfortable for the family of three.
Xing Shishi brought hungry meat snacks and fruits; the hungry Lin Nuo happily enjoyed it.
But Feng Xinglang has always been dignified.
Xue Luo took a piece of grilled sausage and fed it to Feng Xinglang's lips. "Xing Lang, eat something. I know the steak on the plane did not meet your appetite!"
"Just!"
The little boy stuffed his mouth half-full, followed by an inarticulate mutter, "The stewardess is pretty, but what they make is really unpalatable! It is simply incomparable to the kitchen of Yifu's family!"
Feng Xinglang bit the sausage slices that his wife had brought in, with a weak smile: "Well, it's good!"
"Xinglang, what's wrong with you?"
Xue Luo asked softly in her husband's ear. Because she could see that her husband was smiling.
Do n’t you want to face Hetun again?
This is not the case! Face to face with Hetun, for Feng Xinglang, is no longer too emotional as before. More of a kind of indifference after years. Even if still unable to truly forgive and forgive from the heart!
The subtle expression of Xing Shishi just made Feng Xinglang realize: Hetun's physical condition is not optimistic. So much so that Xing Shishi has reservations about the little ones.
Even if Hetun is seriously injured, as long as it can be actively recovered after treatment, it is not a big deal! It's just that Hetun has to suffer a bit!
"By the way, my sister, how are they?"
The little guy with an empty mouth asked about Xing Ba's condition. "And my twelve brother?"
"My elder brother is a little bit injured, and it is estimated that it will take several months to recover; the twelfth old ...
"What's up with him?"
The little guy jumped up from his seat nervously, "Are you going to die?"
"Don't die ... just, it's just a bit ugly."
"Ugly? What an ugly way? Is it disfigured?"
The little guy still cares about Xing Twelve. During his five years in Petterburg, he spent almost with Xing Shiliang.
"Almost! His face was hurt by stray bullets and explosive fragments. It is estimated that some plastic surgery will be performed later."
"That is not bad……"
The little boy sat back again, "The scar is a boy's medal! We boys don't have to look too handsome!"
"By the way, and my second brother? How is he?"
The little guy finally thought of Xing Er. He didn't have much contact with Xing Er. Because Yifu Hetun is very fancy to Xing Er, and other sons are also looking forward to Xing Er's horse head, the little guy does not like Xing Er with a high weight.
But Xing Er quite liked this little fifteen brother!
"Second Brother ... He should be alive soon! The righteous father has let us prepare for the second brother's funeral!"
Xing Shishi said very calmly. Not too sad. Perhaps the righteous son of Hetun is very downright about life and death.
"Second brother he ... is he really going to die?"
The little boy sniffed his sour nose, "He is so cool, so fierce ... he is going to die ..."
Maybe what the little guy wants to express is that a tough and fierce person like Xing Er will even face death!
Xing Er is a strong one! But the strong will inevitably die!
Feng Xinglang hugged his sad son and buried his small face in his arms.
No need to speak comfortably, the warm and powerful embrace of your dad is the greatest comfort to the little guy.
Getting closer and closer to Petterburg ... You can see the general outline of Petterburg from the gap between the mountains and forests. A thin layer of classical buildings shrouded in mist, which is even more mysterious under the setting sun.
"Fifteen ... Fifteen ... Xing Nuo ..."
"Dad, listen: it seems that the righteous father is calling me!"
The little boy listened carefully, lying on the window and looking in the direction of Peteburg. "Dear father, look at it, you are the right father ... really right father!"
"Father ... Father ..."
The little boy waved his hand vigorously towards Hetun waiting for the sunset, "Your favorite fifteen is here ... here!"
Feng Xinglang also saw Hetun bathed in the sunset ...
And that empty right-hand sleeve!