Chapter 788: Is he vegetarian? (1/2)
He Tun stared so gently at his biological son that was close at hand;
So close, you can even hear the sound of each other breathing. Feeling each other's existence.
And the kind of blood, thicker than water, into the bone marrow.
Xing Bazhen was in the same place and did not dare to come forward to stop it. He was also jealous of the fierce Feng Xinglang: Does this Feng Xinglang know that Yifu Hetun is his father? If you know, why would you still point a gun at your biological father?
If you don't know ... then Yifu Hetun's situation is even more dangerous!
Seeing that Yifu Hetun didn't speak, and there was still Xing Er waiting in the hall, Xing Ba felt that what he should do first was to stabilize Feng Xinglang's emotions.
”Feng Xinglang, calm down and have something to say ...”
”Call Xing Twelve soon! Let him return with someone!” Feng Xinglang snorted.
”I don't know where Old Twelve went ...”
Xing Ba tried to circle Fengxing Langdou. Unwise, but helpless.
”Are you playing tricks with me? Let Hetun be buried with Yan Bang!”
Feng Xinglang arrived at Hetun's head with the gun in his hand, driving Hetun's head back.
”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Why point a gun at my righteous father?”
Hearing the sound of the living room, the little boy rushed out. Then they saw Feng Xinglang who was holding a gun on the gate of Yifu Hetun.
”Nono, my lord, do n’t worry about you as a child! Go back to the kitchen, my dad is waiting for coffee!”
Feng Xinglang doesn't seem to want his 5-year-old son to see some scenes that are too cruel and ruthless.
”Feng Xinglang, you pointed at the gun, but my righteous father! How can I ignore it ?!”
The little guy didn't want to see his father, Feng Xunlang, bullying his father and father; of course, he didn't want to see his father, Feng Xinglang, embarrass his own father.
Although there is not much meat in the palm of the hand, it is all their own meat!
”do not come!”
Feng Xinglang slammed and stopped his son Feng Linnuo who rushed towards him.
”Feng Xinglang, what the **** are you doing? It's the old man hiding my mommy, not my righteous father!”
In the eyes of the little guy, the reason why Feng Xinglang pointed his gun at Yitun Hetun was because Xing Bazang hid his own mom.
”Xing Ba, I'll give you one last chance: Hurry to call Xing Twelve and have him bring someone back! Otherwise, you just have to wait for the corpse of Hetun!”
Feng Xinglang said this to Xing Ba, but he seemed to be telling his son Lin Nuo.
”I'll call Old Twelve! Old Eight, give me your cellphone!”
Reminded by his father and father Feng Xinglang, the little boy rushed to Xing Ba's side and groped his cell phone from him.
This phone, Xing Ba has to give it! He couldn't watch his elder father Hetun suffer the intimidation of Feng Xinglang.
The call was quickly connected. It should have been just arrived at Yulong City, and before it was time to play with Yan Bang to lead the snake out of the hole, Xing Ba's phone number was called.
”Old twelve, where are you? Come back quickly!”
In the cell phone, the howling of the little guy came, and it was particularly loud in the quiet compartment.
”Fifteen and twelve brothers have something to do! Good boy, you find the old eight to play with you ...”