Chapter 1387: Less like you

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Xing Shiliang's voice was very low. Slightly unclear.
"Well, it looks like your face is not as big as your dad's!"
It's better to tease a little thing than his sad tears; knowing that the little guy would cry like this, Feng Xinglang might really cancel this trip to Peteburg.
"Feng Xinglang, your eyes are too bad!" The little man shouted again.
"It was Xing Shierfang who said he only wanted to see me alone ... what about my father and father? Feng Lin Nuo, can you be more unreasonable? My father is so innocent!"
Feng Xinglang's wife at the entrance of the corridor glanced at it, and Xue Luo immediately rushed forward.
"Nuo Nuo is good, go with mommy to see if your elder father has been infused."
Snow fell and hugged the little things.
Xing Twelve managed to open the door, but Xue Luo didn't want her husband's efforts to fail.
"Feng Xinglang, don't be fierce old twelve! Otherwise I and Mummy will ignore you!"
The little Lin Nuo, who was taken away by Mommy, did not rest assuredly intimidated.
When Xing Xinglang came in, Xing Shiliang stood by the window. Should not be looking at the scenery outside the window, because the thick curtains are tightly closed, and almost no light can penetrate.
"Close the door!"
Xing Twelve murmured. The thin figure was worn in loose pajamas and looked a little hollow.
Feng Xinglang realized this: Xing Shiliang was just a big boy in his twenties! Experienced so much suffering and torture!
It is estimated that he really treats Hetun as his own dad! Better than my own son!
Feng Xinglang didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, he approached, and hugged Xing Shier to avoid his side and hugged gently in his arms.
Such a silent action can really make others touch death!
Not as sensational as sensational! Warm heart can't stand it!
In fact, Feng Xinglang did not like sensationalism. Such an action is nothing but his experience.
When Feng Lixin was accompanied by the burns, most of the time he also hugged Feng Lixin so silently, let him feel his love silently!
It's not verbal booing!
Xing Twelve's body was shaking, and he couldn't hold it a little. He kept his head on his side to prevent Feng Xinglang from seeing his left cheek.
But Feng Xinglang could feel: Xing Shiliang should be crying. Like an insecure child.
In fact, Xing Shiliang's left cheek was wrapped in gauze, and Feng Xinglang could not see his injury at all. But from the back of his head, his left scalp should have been removed.
"What a handsome guy ... this time I'm afraid it's going to break!"
Feng Xinglang teased Xing Shiliang, but didn't want Xing Shiren, who was in his arms, to cry more trembling.
"Fun to play with you!"
Feng Xinglang patted Xing Shiren's shoulder lightly, "My brother has such a large burn area, isn't he recovering well now ?!"
While persuading comfort, Feng Xinglang gently touched Xing Shiliang's left cheek, which he had been avoiding.
"Don't move, let me see your wound."
In addition to the doctor, Feng Xinglang was the first person to meet frankly in Xing XII. I don't know what kind of magic Feng Xinglang used, Xing Shiliang would trust him so much.
"Well, although the area of ​​your burn is not large, the wound is quite deep. If you want to completely cure and repair, it will be three months soon, and half a year to one year slow. I will let La Mo contact the Massachusetts General Hospital tomorrow. Burn specialists, the sooner the better! "
Wei Dun, Feng Xinglang laughed coldly and humorously, "This year, there are more superficial people, and more people from the Appearance Association!"
In Feng Xinglang's deep eyes, there was no sympathy and compassion, no ridicule and sarcasm, and it was transmitted to Xing Shiliang an inexplicable sense of power.
"Feng Xinglang, thank you ..." Xing Shiliang muttered.
"You're so polite, I'll feel bad! My family, Nonoco, has bothered you for five years in Peteburg! Also said, if you hadn't stopped bleeding and sutured the wound for me, I'd be afraid to die!"
The hot sensation goes hand in hand with the cold humor, "I did not expect this feng shui to take turns, but it was also my turn to help you Xing Twelve times!"
"Feng Xinglang ... you, you are such a good person!"
Xing Shiliang no longer resisted Feng Xinglang's careful examination of his wound; it should be very experienced. Feng Xinglang knew what kind of force and movement he would use to not hurt Xing Shiliang.
"Don't! Saying 'a person is a good person' this year is tantamount to cursing!"
Feng Xinglang hummed, "The last thing I want to be, is a good guy!"
Xing Twelve's left lip flap turned up a bit, affecting his spit words, "Feng Xinglang, only you deserve to be my righteous son!"
This said, it really made Feng Xinglang really angry!
"That's what I want!" Feng Xinglang coldly pulled his lips, "In fact, I think that's my shame!"
"... then you still come to see my righteous father?"
Xing Shiliang's mood seemed to have completely calmed down: because Feng Xinglang not only gave him hope, but also dedicated his full concern.
In fact, although Xing Shiliang is already in his twenties, maybe because of the narrow life circle and communication circle, he is more like a big boy who hasn't grown up.
"No way, why don't you come to the little things to make trouble with me all day and night! All day is‘ righteous father ’,’ ‘old twelve’, and I ’m so annoying!
While Feng Xinglang found himself under the steps, he did not forget to warm Xing Shier's heart.
"This boy ... I really didn't hurt him for nothing!" Xing Shierliang said comfortably, "I also know how to remember my twelve brother!"
Wei Dun, Xing Shiliang asked with a dumb voice, "Can my face really return to its original state?"
"Don't worry, even if you turn into Avatar, there will be no problem!"
Xing Twelve paused for a moment, "Avatar ... who is it?"
"..." Feng Xinglang's lips cornered slightly: He was dumbfounded by Hetun! Even normal communication and entertainment are so strange.
"Tell you another day!"
Feng Xinglang patted Xing Twelve with a few scratched right faces: "I'll find Lao Mo in a while, and let him quickly post some Shuchenjiao and sore milk. All Lao Mo has sought Chinese medicine My own preparation, the effect of alleviating burns and burns is particularly good! My brother still uses it now! Occasionally I wipe it! "
The latter words are completely to comfort Xing XII. Let him not be too upset and depressed.
"Feng Xinglang, thank you." Xing Shiliang was grateful from the bottom of his heart.
"You really want to thank me, let my family Nonuo like you a little!"
Feng Xinglang smiled warmly, and the gentleman looked humorous. Personal charm coming to the face.