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Chapter 638: I don't like to be disturbed!
"Mommy... "Mommy …"
When Linnuo, who was waiting at the entrance of Pater Castle, saw his mother carrying the bastard, he rushed over and helped her support his father, who was covered with wounds.
This was what Xueluo had requested strongly.
Xueluo was angry, but also tired.
"Nuonuo..."
Feng Xinglang's arm was lowered, and he could no longer exert any extra strength; he could only struggle to carry his own son within his embrace.
"Nuonuo, are you happy that your bastard father is still alive?"
Feng Xinglang asked wittily, his voice hoarse. Perhaps he did not want this reunion between father and son to become tragic and miserable.
"Happy!"
The little guy tightly hugged his father's waist, and buried his face in his father's stomach.
"Let's go home!"
Feng Xinglang did not ask, nor did he question: Why did the Hetun not stop him from leaving?
From the moment he left the sacrifice room, he had never turned back. He just kept walking forward.
In the east, the sky was white as a fish's belly. The sky had turned light blue, very light.
The horizon that connected the water and sky turned from light green to light yellow, gradually changing from light yellow to crimson, crimson, and golden red. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding its scope and strengthening its brightness. Immediately after, golden light shot out in all directions, and a rising sun leapt out!
Feng Xinglang and his family bathed in the morning light, supporting each other, they walked out of Pater Castle's gate.
After seeing Wei Kang, who was helping him out, Xueluo finally felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Just as they were about to get on the carriage, Linnuo's little friend suddenly turned around and waved his little hands towards the people of Pater Castle.
From start to finish, Feng Xinglang never turned around.
Cong Gang never revealed his face.
When Wei Kang passed the dying Feng Xinglang into Cong Gang's hands, Feng Xinglang instinctively wanted to reach out and slap him, but instead of strength, he stuck to her.
"You dog... What took you so long? " He asked with a faint trace of anger.
"Aren't you still alive?"
Cong Gang sneered. Then, he placed Feng Xinglang on the modified air cushion.
When Mommy Xueluo got on the car first, the little guy was only willing to be carried by Wei Kang.
She washed her hands clean and caressed Feng Xinglang's body to check the exact condition of his injuries.
"Just groan in pain." It was Cong Gang's hand.
"Err …" Just as Cong Gang's hand touched one of Feng Xinglang's wounds, he groaned in pain.
The little fellow immediately rushed forward and tightly held onto Cong Gang's hand that was hurting his father's, Feng Xinglang's, little hands.
"Who are you? Why do you want to hurt him? " the little guy asked in an unfriendly manner.
"Feeling sorry for your father?"
Cong Gang laughed. It wasn't the first time he had seen the little fellow, but the little fellow was the first.
"I'm someone your father can trust with his own life."
This kind of explanation was enough to show the extent to which his relationship with Feng Xinglang had been as strong as iron.
Not only did Feng Xinglang trust Cong Gang, even Lin Xueluo had a hundred percent trust in him. She knew: Feng Xinglang in Cong Gang's hands, was basically safe and sound.
The tears on Lin Xueluo's face had not completely dried yet. As the SUV drove away, she couldn't help but look back at Pater Castle, where she and her son Linnuo had lived in for five years.
All of this could not only be described as' heartache ', but also' heartache '!
"Cong Gang... Take good care of them... I... I can't take it anymore... "I want to sleep for a while."
Having overused all of his physical strength and also overdrawn his life, Feng Xinglang really wanted to fall asleep.
"If you dare to sleep, I'll get your wife and children out of the car!"
Cong Gang used one hand to protect Feng Xinglang's heart.
"Scoundrel... Bitch! "
"You're almost out of breath, you're still in the mood to scold me?"
Cong Gang's hand would lightly pat his carotid artery from time to time. It was unknown if it was to prevent him from sleeping, or to prevent him from losing his breath.
And most of the time, Cong Gang's gaze fell on Linnuo's little friend. Because little friend Linnuo was also looking at him.
"Are you worried that your father will die?" Cong Gang asked. There was a smile on his face.
The little fellow pursed its little lips, as if it felt that this uncle was truly strange, different from the Old Tweleve and the others.
"Don't worry, as long as I am here, your father won't die!" Cong Gang comforted the little fellow who wanted to say something but hesitated.
"You are so vicious …" Why didn't you make a move earlier? "
The little guy asked in a light tone, as if he was not too sure if Cong Gang could get along with him or not. However, his intuition told him: Cong Gang should be a very beneficial person.
"I'm afraid I can't beat your foster father!" Cong Gang replied humorlessly.
"Coward!" The little guy grumbled.
"Then are you going to be your foster father, or your biological father?" Cong Gang asked again.
The little fellow pouted and did not say a word.
Seeing Cong Gang skillfully insert antibiotics into his father's body, and then hang them with the life support nourishing liquid, the little guy finally seemed to believe that: Cong Gang was really someone whose father, Feng Xinglang, could entrust his life to.
With the effects of the pill, Feng Xinglang's breathing became steady. She fell asleep with her head resting on one of Cong Gang's legs.
"You really can't beat my foster father?"
The little guy seemed a little unwilling, so he asked again.
"What? You want me to defeat your foster father?" Cong Gang asked instead of answering.
The little guy was silent again. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Cong Gang was mysterious, as if he could see through his little schemes.
The little fellow imprisoned in the child room was unclear about what had happened in the past ten or so hours. He could not understand why his foster father would so mercifully let go of his own father, Feng Xinglang, and even let him and his mother go together.
The little guy thought: If there was an expert who could defeat his foster father to protect his father, Feng Xinglang, that would be the best outcome!
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Until the moment he stepped onto the Shen City, Xueluo's heart was still unable to calm down.
The RV that came to meet them at the airport was currently parked at the entrance of Feng Family's district.
"Feng Xinglang's injuries are not light. Based on his current condition, he would be unconscious for at least 48 hours. Are you going to take him, or am I going to take him? Cong Gang asked. Then he added coldly, "I don't like to be disturbed!"
Looking at his sleeping son Linnuo, Lin Xueluo gave a bitter smile, "I only have Nuonuo, my son is enough."
Without waiting for Cong Gang's order to leave, Xueluo took the initiative to carry his son Linnuo and got off the carriage.
After watching Lin Xueluo and his mother enter the small district, the caravan finally drove away.
But Xueluo stopped in his tracks.
She knew: The Feng Family did not belong to them.
He also knew that he no longer had anything to do with the Feng Family. From the moment he had handed Feng Xinglang over to Wei Kang, she had already completed her mission!
So how could she jump herself and her child into the fire pit in Feng Family again?
Fortunately, the mother and son pair were finally free!