"I will not rest in peace until I die!"

Xing s.h.i.+qi lowered his voice and said.

"Yes, they died with grievances!"

Perhaps at this moment, the little guy was just acting as a microphone player. He did not quite understand the meaning of dying with grievance.

Death with everlasting regret?

Did he really have to see Feng Xinglang?

When did he become so popular? One after another, they wanted to see him?

Feng Xinglang guessed: The heavily injured Xing Er probably wants to change him before death, and wants him to forgive the Hetun who has committed such a heinous crime!

Was that necessary?

Feng Xinglang didn't think so at all! If Xing Er was smart enough, he would understand the reason for their family's trip to Pater Castle!

At the moment, Feng Xinglang who was feeling very tired also did not want to see Xing Er who was about to die. He was not in a good mood to listen to the chatter of a dying man so early in the morning! The key point was that he was not very familiar with this Xing Er!

"Xinglang... Xinglang... Wake up, Nuonuo is calling for you! "

"Father … Open the door! "If you don't open the door, I will get kicked in …"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the little guy immediately rejected them. It was fine to deal with his father who loved to sleep, but his mother was still in the room! If my mother was not wearing clothes, or if she was wearing very little, then it would not be good! So the little guy decided to give up the crudeness of having someone kick at the door. It was just a verbal threat to the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father.

Feng Xinglang grabbed the woman who wanted to stand up and shouted at the door, "Brat, you have guts! Have someone kick the door and try it! "

Seeing that the father and son duo were fighting so early in the morning, Xueluo immediately opened his mouth to ease the tense atmosphere.

"This kid was spoiled by you to this extent!"

"You sound like you have spoiled me less!" The reason why our Nuonuo's hostility hasn't been corrected is all because of you, Feng Xinglang, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d whose partner is the tiger! "

Xueluo chastised her husband, Feng Xinglang, as she got up to open the door for the noisy and noisy little fellow.

Feng Xinglang rubbed the center of his brows pensively: If I let this little thing in, I probably won't be able to have a peaceful morning nap!

Just as the door opened, the little guy rushed towards his father who was lying on the bed.

"Father … Get up. My second brother seems to be in trouble … He said he wanted to see you! "

Fortunately, Feng Xinglang's father was dressed in a civilized manner. He was wearing what he needed to wear. It seems like I didn't do anything bad with Mommy last night!

"Your second brother can't take it anymore, you should go find a doctor, look for Hetun! You came to cause trouble for your father, this is not a filial act, do you understand? "

Feng Xinglang squinted his sleepy eyes and said. Even though the little guy disturbed Qing Meng, he still lovingly held the little guy's little body which was half lying on the bed, just in case he didn't fall out of the bed.

"The doctor and my foster father are here! My second brother said he had to see you! Otherwise, I will die with regrets! "

"I'm not very familiar with your second brother …"

"I don't need to be very familiar with them either … "Dad, just get up and go see my second brother!"

The little guy struggled to pull one of Feng Xinglang's arm, and because he had used all his strength, he was still unable to move his father, Feng Xinglang, even by a bit.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, you should lose some weight! You're about to turn into a ball! "

Because it was really unable to drag itself up to kiss father Feng Xinglang, the little guy could only snort in dissatisfaction.

Actually, what Xueluo had guessed was also true: Xing Er probably wanted to dissolve the hatred between Feng Xinglang and the Hetun!

"I think... "There's no need at all!"

"It's necessary!"

The little guy let go of Feng Xinglang's arm and went forward to hug his neck, "I'll just treat it as my son begging you!"

Whenever the little guy begged Feng Xinglang with his pair of s.h.i.+ning stars eyes, Feng Xinglang would more or less lose his principle!

Feng Xinglang pinched the little guy's cheek, "Alright! Then let your father give his son face! "

… ….

Outside the bedroom door, there stood Xing s.h.i.+qi who had instigated the little guy. Looks like the gentleman who knocked on the door earlier was undoubtedly him!

Feng Xinglang only glanced at Xing s.h.i.+qi indifferently, "Lead the way!"

Pa.s.sing through the main castle, Xing s.h.i.+qi brought the father and son pair to a deep castle. It was more like a small clinic.

At the end of the walkway, there were a few grieving foster son s; even Xing s.h.i.+'er who was embarra.s.sed to see others had come. It was enough to see Xing Er's position within this group of foster son. However, there were a few that were rather eye-catching.

Linnuo's little friend immediately threw away his father's hand and ran towards Xing s.h.i.+'er.

Xing s.h.i.+'er did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his hand to rub the little guy's head and shooed.

The little guy was quiet like this, as he raised his head to look up at Xing s.h.i.+'er's head that was wrapped in the bandages.

So sad?

It was even better if he died! Then it would be easier! She didn't need to listen to his breathless nagging!

Since he had already come, it was unlikely that he would turn around and leave! But if Xing Er died halfway, that would save a lot of trouble!

But Feng Xinglang was thinking too much …

The Hetun sat beside Xing Er's sickbed and held his hand.

And when Xing Er saw Feng Xinglang, his dark eyes shone brightly, as if it was the end of the world...