Chapter 1387: Less like you (1/2)
Xing Shiliang's voice was very low. Slightly unclear.
”Well, it looks like your face is not as big as your dad's!”
It's better to tease a little thing than his sad tears; knowing that the little guy would cry like this, Feng Xinglang might really cancel this trip to Peteburg.
”Feng Xinglang, your eyes are too bad!” The little man shouted again.
”It was Xing Shierfang who said he only wanted to see me alone ... what about my father and father? Feng Lin Nuo, can you be more unreasonable? My father is so innocent!”
Feng Xinglang's wife at the entrance of the corridor glanced at it, and Xue Luo immediately rushed forward.
”Nuo Nuo is good, go with mommy to see if your elder father has been infused.”
Snow fell and hugged the little things.
Xing Twelve managed to open the door, but Xue Luo didn't want her husband's efforts to fail.
”Feng Xinglang, don't be fierce old twelve! Otherwise I and Mummy will ignore you!”
The little Lin Nuo, who was taken away by Mommy, did not rest assuredly intimidated.
When Xing Xinglang came in, Xing Shiliang stood by the window. Should not be looking at the scenery outside the window, because the thick curtains are tightly closed, and almost no light can penetrate.
”Close the door!”
Xing Twelve murmured. The thin figure was worn in loose pajamas and looked a little hollow.
Feng Xinglang realized this: Xing Shiliang was just a big boy in his twenties! Experienced so much suffering and torture!
It is estimated that he really treats Hetun as his own dad! Better than my own son!
Feng Xinglang didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, he approached, and hugged Xing Shier to avoid his side and hugged gently in his arms.
Such a silent action can really make others touch death!
Not as sensational as sensational! Warm heart can't stand it!
In fact, Feng Xinglang did not like sensationalism. Such an action is nothing but his experience.
When Feng Lixin was accompanied by the burns, most of the time he also hugged Feng Lixin so silently, let him feel his love silently!
It's not verbal booing!
Xing Twelve's body was shaking, and he couldn't hold it a little. He kept his head on his side to prevent Feng Xinglang from seeing his left cheek.
But Feng Xinglang could feel: Xing Shiliang should be crying. Like an insecure child.
In fact, Xing Shiliang's left cheek was wrapped in gauze, and Feng Xinglang could not see his injury at all. But from the back of his head, his left scalp should have been removed.
”What a handsome guy ... this time I'm afraid it's going to break!”
Feng Xinglang teased Xing Shiliang, but didn't want Xing Shiren, who was in his arms, to cry more trembling.
”Fun to play with you!”
Feng Xinglang patted Xing Shiren's shoulder lightly, ”My brother has such a large burn area, isn't he recovering well now ?!”
While persuading comfort, Feng Xinglang gently touched Xing Shiliang's left cheek, which he had been avoiding.
”Don't move, let me see your wound.”