Chapter 472: Nono, Mommy cant lose you! (1/2)
When Feng Xinglang rushed back to Feng's home, the little cute was held by Feng Lixin in her arms to feed. She kept shaking her head and refused to eat, just sobbing inertia.
Feng Xinglang's heart suddenly hurt. In the end, she was defeated by the cute, pitiful and pitiful look of Xiao Aike.
”round and round……”
Feng Xing Langchee called the little cute. At the moment when Xiao cute looked back at him, all the ”minds” in Feng Xinglang's heart were completely disintegrated. It seems that as long as the little thing doesn't cry, let him do anything willingly.
”Papa!”
The little thing was aggrieved, Douda's tears fell straight; she hurried down from Feng Lixin's body, and flew towards Feng Xinglang barefoot.
Feng Xinglang hugged the little things tightly in his arms and kept kissing her hairline and her cheeks.
”I'm sorry Tuantuan ... Little papa is too busy, so I'm late, I'm really sorry!”
The tears of the little guy completely defeated Feng Xinglang. He didn't want to let the little things more than three years old be grieved with tears because of mischief between adults.
”Tuan Tuan thought that Papa wouldn't tuan Tuan and Mummy anymore!”
Little things wiped his nose and tears on Feng Xinglang's shoulders; Feng Xinglang didn't have any suspicion. I just worry that the fabric of my suit is too stiff and will hurt the little cute nose.
”How come ... papa loves groups.”
Feng Xinglang kissed the little boy's teary face again, ”Don't you cry, okay? Papa will be distressed! It hurts!”
The little thing stopped crying and snorted while sniffing.
”Papa, go and see my mummy ... Mummy hasn't eaten for a day ... Tuan Tuan is so worried about Mummy!”
The little guy's wailing, slowly softened Feng Xinglang's heart.
All the principles, in the tears of little cuteness, have become principleless!
Therefore, Feng Xinglang obeyed the meaning of the small group, and hugged her into the room to see Lan Yuyou who continued to die.
The door is unlocked. It can't be locked. It is estimated that it was pried by Mo's housekeeper.
The woman above her was silent, without any breath.
The curly and frowning curly hair, now strangely wrapped around Lanyou's neck and face, could not see her face.
Feng Tuantuan climbed up from Feng Xinglang's arms, squatted beside Mommy Lanyou, and used her own small hands to manage the hair wrapped around Mommy Lanyou.
”Mummy, wake up soon, papa is back ... Mommy, you wake up soon.”
No matter how the little guy went into trouble, Lan Youyou was still dead, still motionless.
”Papa, Mommy doesn't speak ... Is Mommy dying?”
The cute and unstoppable uncle cried, ”Tuan Tuan, don't let Mommy die ... Mummy is dead, Tuan Tuan will die with her!”
The little guy's sudden cry made Feng Xinglang swallow back Lan Youyou, who thought he was dying.
”Tuantu, don't bullshit! Your mummy won't die!”
Feng Xinglang leaned over and used his index finger to explore Lanyou's breath.
Alive!
”Lan Youyou, how about you? Are you scared? Do you understand?”
Feng Xinglang snapped.
”Papa, don't kill my mummy ... Mummy is sick.”
The little cute, tearful, frightened and helpless, softened Mummy's blue face with her little hand.
Feng Xinglang took off his suit, took a deep breath, and stretched out his palm to test Lan Youyou's forehead: The forehead was hot and should really be sick.
”Lanyou ... Lanyou ...”