Chapter 1386: Sad pistachio (2/2)
”Xing Twelve, give me face and open the door!”
The room was still quiet.
”It doesn't work! My son's face doesn't work, your face is even more useless!”
This little kid has just been used many times just now! Including ‘the best twelve brothers’, “your favorite fifteen brothers”, did not work!
”My dear boy, you're not suitable at this time, right?”
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, ”You should cooperate with your dad, let's sing a bitter trick first!”
”Bad scheme? Who should be the one to be beaten?”
The little guy asked naively. Perhaps in the understanding of the little guy: the bitter plan is that one party is going to be beaten! Beaten up and bleeding, that's called bitterness!
Feng Xinglang made a hissing gesture to his son, motioning to the little man to watch it change.
”Xing Xing, how big is it ... you are so reluctant to open the door, and you are so anxious that my Nono is jumping up and down with tears. How can you bear it!”
The little guy looked at his dad Feng Xinglang: Is this to perform ‘up and down’ and ‘tears’ outside?
”Nuo Nuo loves you so much, you are so sad that you haven't seen him, how sad he is!”
After setting up the emotional drama, Feng Xinglang followed his offensive, ”Xing XII, is it possible that you want to close your life in the room? I tell you, if you don't open the door for me today, you will regret it!”
The room was still quiet. Quiet enough to hear only the noise of their father and son.
”Dad, I told you not to intimidate Old Twelve! You are talking, why are you fierce? Can't you be gentle?”
The little guy was very dissatisfied with the attitude of my dad Feng Xinglang.
”Xing Twelve, my brother has over 80% of the burned area of his body! He almost couldn't survive! But look at him now, hasn't he restored his original handsome face? I know a global The top burn and plastic surgery agency, you can do treatment early, and you can catch up with finding a girlfriend this year! ”
”The problem is to solve, not to avoid! If it were not for my son's so sad and caring, I wouldn't tell him!”
Only Feng Xinglang can express such a sad topic in such a humorous way.
After Lao Tzu finished, it was time for his son's turn to be emotional.
”Old twelve, will you open the door? Fifteen is really worried about you!”
”I've seen all those photos of my uncle's burns. I won't be afraid or ...”
The little boy crooked his head for a long time, and then whispered, ”Daddy, what is this word?”
It turned out that these lines were all lost on the phone, and then the little guy read them out.
Because of his elder brother Feng Lixin's experience, Feng Xinglang knows what these people care about most.
The following should be: I won't find you temporarily ugly. But ‘suspicious’, ‘temporary’, ‘ugly’, the little guy does n’t even know three!
”I won't blame you for being temporarily ugly!”
After Feng Xing read it aloud, he took the opportunity to reprimand: ”Let you usually read well and don't listen! Now that you're fine, you will hate less when the book comes to use! It's silly!”
”Bastard dear, you must be intentional! None of our teachers have taught these very complicated words well!”
Seriously, the mutual conflict between their father and son is, in a sense, a happy fruit lost in the sorrow of Peteburg!
The door was opened through a gap, and Lin Nuo's child rushed forward with jealous eyes; but was stopped by a hand wrapped in gauze.
”Fifteen, go and see your righteous father. Feng Xinglang, you can come in!”
”No! Twelve, will you let me in?”
”Obey! Go to your righteous father!”