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"To find your father!"
The little guy tightly hugged his father's neck, finally letting his father hug him.
"Little Bug wants to kiss his father!"
Then he kissed his father on the cheek four or five times. As he kissed her, he was silently counting in his heart. The big bug said it would hug him for an hour every day and kiss him a hundred times. However, it didn't say it was to let his father kiss him or his own father, so the little guy would just treat it as a …
It doesn't matter who did it. As for hugging, it was definitely because his father was hugging him. Because he couldn't hold his father!
Facing such a sticky little son of his, of course Feng Xinglang would be 'overwhelmed by favor'.
The little Sealing Worm kid who was hanging in his father's arms had even casually glanced at Yan Wuyang, who was standing next to a black box. It looked quite strong, but it was also quite pitiful. After he had completed the mission for half a month, he would reward his father a little bit!
"Right, Buggy, who did you come with?"
The way Feng Xinglang asked that question was still very gentle. He didn't want his younger son to be conflicted with answering questions.
"Your son!" Unexpectedly, the little fellow straightforwardly answered him without even thinking.
"My son? Big Brother Nuonuo brought you here? " Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.
"It's not Nuonuo, it's the son that you lost!" The little guy harrumphed.
"The son I lost?"
Feng Xinglang really did not understand his son's weird reply, "Why does father not remember that he had lost any son?!"
The little fellow hugged his father's face and said in a serious tone, "My dear father, you are going too far! Why can't you remember when you lost your son? "
"..." Feng Xinglang frowned his eyebrows and thought for a while, but he still didn't know when he had lost any son. Besides, didn't he only have two sons? And there's even a foster son, Yan Wuyang!
Since his youngest son would often do some strange things and say some unimaginable things, Feng Xinglang did not ask too much at that time.
When Bai Mo came in, he was still carrying his little son, the Sealing Insect, in his arms.
Bai Mo's eyes were extremely red and swollen, and there were some bruises on his forehead.
"Brother Bang..." After a hoarse wail, Bai Mo kneeled in front of Yan Bang's bone ash urns.
Feng Xinglang's eyes reddened once again. There was a long silence, a long silence. Just like that, Bai Mo continued to wail at the top of his lungs.
In comparison to Feng Xinglang's tolerance, Bai Mo would openly vent the sorrow in his heart. If he was sad, he would cry without restraint.
It was only when his wife called again that Feng Xinglang realized that he had forgotten to call his wife to inform her of his son's safety.
"Xueluo, the bugs have arrived at Yulong City."
Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, he immediately took the phone and placed it next to his little son's mouth, "Insect, greet Mommy."
"Good night mother, the little bug is going to sleep!" The little guy yawned as he lay on his father's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Xinglang, Yulong City still has a lot of things to do, I'll ask fourteen to bring back the bugs!" Sensing her husband's sadness, Xueluo asked gently.
"No need! It took so much effort for the bugs to stick to my father … I'm flattered! "
Feng Xinglang turned her head and kissed the warm cheeks of her youngest son, "Let him follow me tonight!"
"Sigh... "I never would have thought that a bug child would be so jealous!"
Xueluo felt that the reason his youngest son was so stubborn was entirely because of Yan Wuyang. With a sense of crisis, he was afraid of losing it? At least the way the little guy behaved was like this!
"Xueluo, you should rest early tonight!"
Without speaking any further with his wife, Feng Xinglang ended the call. His heart was already in chaos from Bai Mo's hoarse crying.
As he thought about his past, Feng Xinglang's eyes moistened once more.
"Dad, are you crying?" The little guy looked up from his father's shoulder.
"No... Go to sleep, Insect! Father will hug you and sleep! " Feng Xinglang's voice was extremely mute.
The bugs that were about to fall asleep woke up because of Bai Mo's wails. He just laid on his father's shoulder and watched Bai Mo cry.
"Dad, why is he crying?" the little guy muttered.
"Because... I'm sad! " Feng Xinglang's heart ached.
"Did that dad feel sad too?" the little guy asked sleepily.
"Yes... My father is also hurt! " Feng Xinglang remained silent.
"Then is dad going to cry?"
"No need! Father will turn sorrow into strength! "
Feng Xinglang was not willing to look at Yan Bang who was written on the legacy, and so his gaze landed on Yan Wuyang, who was quietly guarding at the side.
Maybe when he had conspired with Nina to create him, it was as if they had already predicted that Yan Bang would die a violent death.
What kind of reason, what kind of fruit … Feng Xinglang did not want to make things too clear! Perhaps, the only thing he could do for Yan Bang was to protect his only bloodline — Yan Wuyang! Feng Xinglang busily spent the next two days in the Yulong City. His youngest son, the Bugs, stuck to him for two whole days. No matter if it was Yan Bang's funeral or the grave, the little guy was hanging in his arms. From time to time, he would give his dad some comfort.
A warm kiss.
Three days later, everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Feng Xinglang brought Yan Wuyang back to the Feng Family from the Yulong City. The children who came with them did not show much rejection. He just stuck close to his own father, ensuring that he fulfilled the daily mission given to him by the big bug.
To Feng Xinglang, who had doted on his son a lot, if his son was willing to stick to him, he would be willing to pamper him!
"Bro, carry the bugs!" You can't just stick to your dad like this forever! "
Feng Linnuo opened his arms, wanting to hug his little brother who was always in his father's embrace, but was pushed away by the little fellow with disgust.
As for Yan Wuyang, who had lost his parents and was young and simple, Feng Linnuo welcomed him with even more sympathy.
"Don't bother Nuonuo with Little Worm!"
The little guy tilted his head, not looking at his nosy brother. Because the little guy felt that the task given to him by the big bug was the biggest. No one could stop him!
"Forget it, Nuonuo. Younger brother is still young.
This was Feng Xinglang's type of spoiling.
His childhood was unfortunate, so he doted on his own child. Sometimes it was unprincipled spoiling.
Feng Xinglang rested in Feng Family for an entire day, while his youngest son stayed with him for an entire day. When he slept, his younger son slept with him; when he ate, his younger son ate with him.
It was as if Feng Xinglang had just realized: this little fellow wasn't just sticking to him, it seemed more like it was' supervising 'him!
"Insect, don't you miss your beloved big bug and your little An'an?"
Feng Xinglang, who hadn't rested for three days, woke up naturally after sleeping. Although he had woken up naturally, his nightmares had kept him up late.
It had been a long time since he had such a nightmare about flames rising to the sky! Perhaps the more he recalled of these two days, the more he fell asleep.
Was it to pay respects to Yan Bang? It should be!
His father's question had made the little boy with the bug seal sad: He really missed the big bug, and little Ann!
However, the big bug had said that he had to take care of his father for half a month. He hugged her an hour a day and kissed her a hundred times a day. The little fellow had completed all of these in the past three days.
Although he wanted to, the little guy knew that if he was unable to complete the mission, the big bug would probably be disappointed in him. The little guy did not want to disappoint the big bug!
"Little Bug loves his father!"
The little guy hugged and kissed his father's, Feng Xinglang's, face a few more times. He had almost kissed his father, Feng Xinglang, to the point of doubting his own life! After experiencing these few days of grief, Feng Xinglang, whose intelligence had gone online, felt that the reason his younger son was sticking to him like this wasn't just because he was jealous of Yan Wuyang. Because in regards to the care and concern that he had for Yan Wuyang every day, the little guy did not show any rejection;
It was simply sticking to him!
"Little Bug loves only his father, not Big Bug and Little An? Then, your father will be extremely happy! "
Feng Xinglang asked his youngest son as he began scheming.
"Little bugs love big bugs and little An'an!" A trace of sadness flashed across the little fellow's eyes when it said this.
It was as if Feng Xinglang understood something.
… ….
After taking care of himself meticulously, Feng Xinglang did not go to the company, but rushed to Shallow Water Bay.
He had come to negotiate with the Hetun on his own initiative — on the matter of Yan Wuyang raising her!
Feng Xinglang clearly knew that it was impossible for him to bring Yan Wuyang by his side twenty-four hours a day. It was also impossible for him to keep Yan Wuyang hiding in the Feng Family all the time and not let him go out!
It was simply too easy for Hetun to take Yan Wuyang's little life! As long as the little fellow left the Feng Family's door, or perhaps on a dark and windy night, when he was not in the Feng Family, it was possible for the Hetun to send several foster son s over to settle this!
Therefore, Feng Xinglang took the initiative to come to the Hetun to negotiate with him.
Feng Xinglang's worries were exactly what the Hetun was thinking. He had been planning how to kill Yan Wuyang in order to not attract too much attention to his son's family. In other words, he was always looking for the opportunity to make a move against Yan Wuyang.
He never thought that his son Feng Xinglang would actually take the initiative to look for him!
The Hetun had listened to Xing Shi'er's arrangements, and decided to temporarily avoid his son, Feng Xinglang. After he got rid of the trouble that would arise later on, he would have a good chat with his son!
Feng Xinglang, who was unable to meet the Hetun, called Xing Shi'er to the side.
Facing the calm and collected Prince Xing, Xing Shi'er decided to pretend to be innocent. He didn't care how Prince Xing pressed him next, he just said he didn't know. They wouldn't admit it even if they were beaten to death, so the Prince Xing probably wouldn't be able to do anything to them!
"Twelve, what have you been busy with recently?" Feng Xinglang asked indifferently.
"Busy taking care of my foster father!"
Xing Shi'er began to talk nonsense with Feng Xinglang, "Prince Xing, it's not you that I'm talking about, what my foster father needs the most is the care and concern of your biological son!"
Feng Xinglang gave a bland laugh, "You also know that I am the real son of the Hetun?!"
This smile caused Xing Shi'er to feel a chill all over his body.
"I heard … Teacher Wen was pregnant! I guess the baby in her belly. It should be yours, Xing Shi'er right? " Feng Xinglang humphed and laughed again, "You haven't even married her yet and you've already bloated her stomach … It's really inhumane! "