"I already said that your father is taking a bath!"
"It's okay, dad and I are both boys!"
Xueluo wanted to stop Nuonuo, but the little thing dodged his mother's arm and rushed into the washroom.
Coincidentally, Feng Xinglang did not have the civilization habit of closing the door on his hands.
"Father … Why are you taking a bath so early in the morning? "
The little guy moved forward and half crawled over the edge of the bathtub. He used his small hands to soak the bath water on his father's shoulder that was exposed on the water.
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and caressed the little fellow's chubby cheeks.
"Don't run around for the next few days, obediently stay by your dad and mommy's side."
The little guy obediently nodded, "Dad, can you tell your son: What did my second brother tell you?"
"Didn't he just say that he likes you and other sworn brothers?"
It was a kind word for comfort, and a perfunctory lie.
"There must be more!"
Naturally, the little guy would not believe everything he heard.
Feng Xinglang's wisdom lay in the fact that he liked to coax others to follow his way of thinking.
The little guy tilted his little head as he tried his best to think, "There will definitely be many treasures hidden. And then, I'll give you a treasure map or something like that! "
"…" The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips twitched: Treasure trove? Is Cong Gang counted?
Seeing his father in a daze, the little guy grinned, "Those are all told in fairy tales, there are no treasures in reality!"
It seemed that the little guy wasn't grieving too much because of Xing Er's death; this made Feng Xinglang feel a little more at ease.
Maybe because Xing Er did not get along much with the little fellow and the foster son s had a lot of casualties, the little guy was already used to it. It was a good thing that the Xing Shi'er and Xing brothers he liked were still alive.
And today, he had seen the Old Tweleve. Although Xing Shi'er's left cheek was wrapped in gauze, his four limbs were still relatively healthy. In the eyes of the little guy, a boy's appearance wasn't very important. Uncle and Big Bangbang, there are scars on their faces! Linnuo only thought that they were cool.
The little guy hugged Feng Xinglang's neck, cuddled him up and down coquettishly, and pretended to be obedient.
It seemed like if he didn't say anything, the little fellow wouldn't let him off so easily.
Feng Xinglang turned his head and kissed the little guy's forehead, then said with a deep voice: "Your second brother … He spoke a lot of good words for Hetun, and wanted me to forgive him for the heinous crime he committed against our family. He said that the Hetun is old and crippled, and since he is an old man, I will forgive him … "
Of course it was made up. Because before Xing Er died, he had not mentioned the grievances between Feng Xinglang and the Hetun at all.
Even if he did, he wouldn't understand.
Why did he say it for himself, perhaps only Feng Xinglang himself knew!
The little guy pouted, "I guess so too! My second brother hopes that you can get along well with my foster father! "
Feng Xinglang revealed a slight smile, "Regarding the matters between adults, I do not need you, a little brat, to worry about it!"
He stuck one of his legs out of the water and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, "My good son, go get the cook to prepare some good food …" Your father is so hungry that he's about to eat you up! "
After receiving the order, the little guy immediately ran out the door happily.
He believed it just like that? It truly was naive! Feng Xinglang let out a light sigh, and closed his eyes to rest once more.
… ….
Yuan Duoduo was no longer in the mood to go to work. She was thinking about the 'step' that Feng Xinglang had given her.
Of course she understood the meaning of Feng Xinglang's' steps'. However, this move was not bad: Not only did it protect her, Yuan Duoduo's, face, and suffering, it also fulfilled her wish of staying in the Bai Family to accompany her two daughters.
In fact, the willful work, is not all for the realization of their own life value. There was also a reason why Bai Mo decided to avoid it.
He thought that Bai Mo would bring his two crying daughters of Mommy to the Dance Training Center to look for her … But Yuan Duoduo had never thought that Bai Mo, that scourge, would actually find a early education teacher to directly replace her, Yuan Duoduo!
That was deadly!
Yuan Duoduo had a deep experience of what it meant to lift a rock and smash his own foot! And 'losing a man and losing a soldier'!
After a dance for the elderly, Yuan Duoduo talked to Xiao Wen for a while before packing up his belongings and leaving.
The steps were not very high, only seven to eight. This height is good. A fall won't kill you, but it will hurt you.
Where would he hurt? Hand or foot?
If your hand is broken, you can't hug your daughters;
If his foot was injured, then he wouldn't be able to chase after his daughters' footsteps …
Yuan Duoduo was quite depressed! It was also sad!
For the sake of staying with his two daughters, he actually thought of using such a tragic way to deal with them?
Actually, Yuan Duoduo was overthinking it! She had also unduly deciphered Feng Xinglang's meaning.
Feng Xinglang's meaning was: just break some skin and it will just mean something! Yuan Duoduo said that your entire body is hurting so much that you want to stay in Bai Family to recuperate. Who would dare to bite you?
But at that moment, it seemed like Yuan Duoduo was serious! He felt that if he really didn't hurt any part of his body, Bai Mo, the scourge, would definitely say that he was pretending.
Forget it! He would first fall down!
Deliberately injuring himself was truly a skilled job. More or less, there would be that little bit of fear, and the self-protection of the body's conditioned reflexes.
However, there was still a certain scientific reasoning behind his words, 'If you don't want to die, you don't want to die'!