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Chapter 626: Let the bastard carry the father for a while!
Xing Ba had truly put in a lot of effort, and he was also quite shrewd.
He tried his best to not disobey foster father Hetun's orders, and it was even possible for him to go with the flow as per the little guy's wishes; he also wouldn't be made a big deal by the little guy in the morning, made a small fuss in the afternoon, and continued to make a ruckus with him in the evening.
It was the little fellow who discovered the abnormality and followed the doctor in discovering the secret. It had nothing to do with Xing Ba.
The only thing he did was to lure Xing Si away from the place.
Another great benefit was that since the little guy had found out that his own father was in Pater Castle, the little guy would definitely not spread the news around. Maybe, even if he did not say anything, he would still think of ways to save his father, Feng Xinglang.
By the time the little guy thought of a plan, foster father Hetun would already be back.
As long as Hetun returned, he, Xing Ba, could be considered to be in a bad position.
Whatever the little guy wanted to do next, it would all be related to his foster father and Old Tweleve, and not Xing Ba at all.
It had to be said that Xing Ba's calculations were extremely shrewd.
For example, Xing Shi'er had taught his little friend Linnuo the basics of tracking skills well.
The doctor did not seem to notice the change behind him. Of course, there were specializations in the arts. His duty was to save the dying and help the wounded.
When the little guy saw his father, Feng Xinglang, in the secret room, he almost shouted out loud. He covered his mouth and hid behind the car.
Then, while the doctor was checking Feng Xinglang's body for signs of life, the Xiao family rolled on the ground from behind the treatment car and hid under the bed.
The doctor did not notice anything wrong, but Feng Xinglang did. Although the little guy was fast, it was not enough to escape Feng Xinglang's eyes. He had been waiting for his son all afternoon. Perhaps that kind of eagerness could only be experienced after becoming a father.
Thus, during this inspection, Feng Xinglang was extremely cooperative with the doctor. The examination went well and his condition was not too bad.
Most probably, with Xing Ba's permission, the doctor unlocked the handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's hands.
After telling him a few words that were similar to 'life is precious', he turned around and left.
Feng Xinglang used his strong hand to place it on the edge of the board wai. The little guy looked at the big hand and also saw the brown scar on the big palm. It was left behind after being electrocuted, and it looked somewhat sinister.
Just as Feng Xinglang was about to sit up and call out his biological son who was hiding under the wooden board, he clearly felt a small hand appearing in his injured big palm.
His small hand was chubby, carefully touching the wound on his palm. As though fearing that it would hurt him, that small hand had always been light and gentle; Feng Xinglang could even feel the traces that his pinky had drawn on his palm …
Feng Xinglang immediately held onto that small hand tightly.
"Nuonuo..." He called out hoarsely.
The little guy was shocked, he first peeked his head out from under the wooden wall to look at the situation in the dark room, and found that the doctor had already left, only then did he come out from under the board wall.
The little guy leaned on the side of the wall and stared deeply at his own father. He pursed his lips and asked:
"Feng Xinglang, why are you here?"
"Do you want to kiss your son?" That's why they flew over here. "
Feng Xinglang described his encounters calmly. He didn't seem to want his own son to feel any sadness or hatred.
Hatred was simply too heavy; Feng Xinglang only wished for his child to live a healthy and happy life.
But Feng Xinglang didn't say it, so the little guy knew: foster father Hetun must have brought his father, Feng Xinglang, to the Pater Castle.
Seeing the prisoner's father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy was sad. It masked the joy of seeing one's loved ones.
"Nuonuo, I really want to hear you call me daddy … That feeling, it must be both cool and handsome. "
Since it was not suitable to talk about hatred with his son Linnuo, Feng Xinglang chose to play around with him.
He took his son into his arms and kissed him with his own cheeks and lips.
It was as if he wanted to rub something small into his body. He was the continuation of his life, the blood of his lineage.
Maybe he wasn't able to get a healthy, long-lasting fatherly love, so Feng Xinglang especially wanted his children to have more.
However, the little guy pursed his lips a few times but was still unable to utter those two words in the end.
"Let's talk about it in the future... "Take good care of your body."
The little guy's eyes were filled with tears. He did not fulfill his father Feng Xinglang's request, but he did not seem to completely reject him either.
Feng Xinglang could tell that the little guy didn't want to express his feelings for his biological father in this kind of environment, under this kind of pressure.
Feng Xinglang did not force his child, but gently kissed him again and again, causing his heart to become even more messy.
It was just as Feng Xinglang had said: In the Shen City, he wasn't even able to deal with the Hetun; now that he had returned to the Hetun's lair and was isolated and without help, he was even more unable to contend with the Hetun.
"Nuonuo, you better listen to your mother's words in the future … To protect her for the bastard's father. It's not easy for you to give birth to your mother. "She's suffered a lot, suffered a lot …"
If the bastard's father dies, what he owes you and his mother will never be repaid.
Feng Xinglang swallowed the rest of his words back.
He held his son tightly in his arms, unable to remain calm.
In Feng Xinglang's plan of tormenting himself, considering that he would suffer some pain from the Hetun, he had more or less underestimated his opponent. Xing Er's help had allowed the Hetun to successfully capture him and bring him back to the Pater Castle.
Their last hope could only rest on Cong Gang.
All along, Cong Gang had always been Feng Xinglang's trump card, and also his trump card.
Although Feng Xinglang was not very clear about the relationship between Cong Gang and the Hetun, but Feng Xinglang knew that for Cong Gang to be able to save him from the Hetun's cruise, meant that he was the only one who could save him from the Pater Castle!
"Feng Xinglang, are you seriously ill?"
Seeing that Feng Xinglang was still lying on the quilt, the little guy stretched out his hands and tried to pull it away. But Feng Xinglang held her small hand tightly.
The reason why Feng Xinglang was lying there was because he did not want the little fellow to see his hands tied around his legs.
The little thing was only five years old, Feng Xinglang didn't want to cause him any trouble.
"It's fine... Your biological father is pretending to be sick. "
Feng Xinglang whispered into his son's ear, nuzzling the little guy's ear with the tip of his nose.
"Then are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat. "
The little guy urgently wanted to go out and find something for his father to eat, but was held tightly in Feng Xinglang's embrace, unable to move.
"Nuonuo, don't go … Let this bastard carry his father for a little longer! "
Feng Xinglang clearly knew that before Hetun rushed back to the Pater Castle, he did not have many opportunities to hug his own son …