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Xing Shi\'er\'s handsome face darkened: Isn\'t it all just to pick you up, little ancestor?

"Foster father has gone out to do some work. Eighth Brother is following. "

While his heart held onto Xing Shisi\'s injury, Xing Shi\'er really wanted to rush over to the hospital to take a look, and conveniently trade Ol \'Eight back to serve this little thing.

Amongst all the foster son, only Xing Ba was the most deceptive. It would be perfect to deal with this little fellow.

"Eighth brother is not as good as you!"

The little fellow chided Xing Shi\'er, who was not always by foster father Hetun\'s side, "What if my foster father is in danger? Old Tweleve, you are becoming more and more lazy! "

"Alright, I\'ll go and exchange Ol \'Eight for it!"

Glancing at the Xing Wu, Xing Shi\'er took the chance to slip away. This little thing was becoming more and more like his own grandfather, the Hetun.

After Xing Shi\'er quickly dodged, the little guy seemed to have realized: In such a large row of villas, he was the only one left with himself and the foolish Old Five!

But it\'s even better, because it\'s best to fool the foolish Old Five!

Asking him to send her to Mommy\'s school, did he dare to say no?

"Fifth brother, hurry up and eat!" After eating, send me to Mommy\'s school! "

Perhaps it was because the little thing requested from Xing Wu, but it was still rather polite, and actually called him "fifth brother". This made Xing Wu extremely happy, and as it laughed, it reached out its hand to pat the little guy\'s head.

Linnuo\'s little friend\'s head was not something that everyone could touch!

Other than his biological father and mother, as well as the foster father Hetun, he would even want to scream if Xing Shi\'er occasionally touched him, let alone a Xing Wu of a lower level.

Thus, being able to touch the little guy\'s head, and the little guy not resisting at all, was undoubtedly a reward given to Xing Wu as a gift.

"Old Five, are you full? My mother is still starving! "

Xing Wu had only eaten a few mouthfuls of risotto before Linnuo began to urge his friends.

This selfishness and narrow-mindedness were carved from the same mold of the Hetun: Only those who care will appreciate it! If you don\'t care, then treat them like grass!

"Let fifth brother eat a little more …"

Xing Wu only spoke a few simple sentences in Chinese and English. Under most circumstances, the little guy could guess the general situation with regards to Spanish.

After waiting for Xing Wu to finish eating a plate of risotto with great difficulty, little friend Linnuo immediately came over and pulled his hand.

"Let\'s go!" My mommy must be hungry! "

But Xing Wu wiped his mouth and sat back down on the sofa, not moving at all.

"Old Five, what are you doing? Hurry up and leave! "

Xing Wu pointed at the living room\'s door that was securely locked by Xing Shi\'er before he left, "I can\'t get out! They have all been locked by that fellow, Old Tweleve! "

"Locked? Why? Why did the Old Tweleve lock the door? "

"I was just worried that you would run away!"

Sure enough, Xing Wu was not someone who would beat around the bush! He could not even hide the truth.

Ten minutes later, after running the entire floor, Linnuo, who had finished checking all the doors and windows, let out a tragic and angry roar:

"Old Tweleve, you big bastard … How dare you lock me in? I will have my foster father eliminate you! "

Not only was he unable to call his wife Lin Xueluo, even her phone was always off, causing Feng Xinglang to be alarmed. After glancing at Cong Gang who was relatively well-behaved while he was locked in the sunlight room, he got up and left.

Basong stepped forward. Although he had gone through an entire night of rest, he still looked weak even after Yan Bang had beaten him to internal bleeding.

"You don\'t have to follow. Stay and guard Cong Gang! If he tries to forcibly escape, you will kill him! "

Without waiting for Basong\'s reply, Feng Xinglang quickly left the Feng Family.

Feng Xinglang drove alone towards Shen Da. The injury to his left leg did not affect his normal driving.

By the time he rushed to Shenjia, the accident two hours ago was over. A security guard was urging two sanitation workers to deal with the broken flower beds and shrubs.

Vaguely, an ominous premonition enveloped him. Feng Xinglang turned back into the academy and walked over to ask.

Judging from the traces left on the scene, it must have been a car accident.

The stone flowerbed had to withstand a strong impact to break into such a state.

"Did this place have an accident?" Is anyone hurt? "Who is it?"

The security guard looked at Feng Xinglang\'s clothing and the eye-catching Porsche he had driven in, and answered.

"The injured were a man and a woman. The man was badly wounded and covered in blood. When the ambulance arrived, it was already dead; the woman … It seems like my foot broke! "

"Is that woman called Lin Xueluo?"

Feng Xinglang\'s voice carried a nervous trembling.

"I don\'t know about that. I think I heard the woman call him that man. "It\'s\' Fourteenth \'!"

When Feng Xinglang rushed over to the hospital from Shen Da, he was already pushed out of the operation room.

Outside the operation room, she saw that the ones waiting for her wasn\'t her husband Feng Xinglang, but rather Hetun and Xing Ba.

"Mr. Xing … What about fourteen? "What happened to Fourteen?"

As he asked, Xueluo\'s tears fell. She had seen Xing Shisi, who was covered in blood, being carried into the ambulance.

Hetun sighed lightly, "He\'s still trying to save her! I\'m afraid I won\'t be able to wake up! "

"It won\'t happen... No! You told the doctor to save fourteen. He\'s so young. "He\'s not even twenty yet."

Lin Xueluo who could not stop his grief immediately cried out.

"Alright, don\'t worry about fourteen. Take good care of yourself first!"

"I was the one who caused fourteen deaths … I killed him! If it wasn\'t to save me, he wouldn\'t … "

Xueluo bit her lips, unable to utter a word as she choked with emotions.

Xing Shisi was only eighteen or nineteen years old, her age at the prime of her life.

The person Lan Youyou wanted to kill was her; Xing Shisi was only an innocent victim!

"Alright, stop crying! Your crying, Ah Lang saw it, and he\'s going to be troubled again! "

For the sake of your beloved son not to worry, others do not even have the right to cry?

Xueluo turned his head, his eyes sweeping across the empty corridor behind Xing Ba, and laughed bitterly with tears in his eyes: "Then don\'t notify Feng Xinglang!"

Xueluo\'s hoarse words evidently carried resentment.

With him as a husband, what difference was there?

It should have been two hours since he had the operation, yet that man didn\'t even know about it? His heart was truly big!

Did he think that just by sending his wife and children to someone else\'s house, everything would be fine?

Xueluo really didn\'t want to think about it. In order to tolerate that woman, other than letting them hide themselves again and again, what else did the two brothers of the Feng Family do?

But reality proved that she, Lin Xueluo, could endure humiliation and hide away for longer than first time, but she could still not hide away fifteen years later!

This time, it was fortunate that Xing Shisi came back in time, otherwise …

Otherwise, she, Lin Xueluo, would definitely be disfigured! I\'m afraid we can\'t even leave an intact corpse!

"Where is Lan Youyou now?"

Xueluo who was pushed into the ward by the nurse gritted his teeth and asked.

"Alright, go have a good rest first!" I will take care of Lan Youyou. "

The Hetun answered, seemed to be thinking of something, and warned again: "Oh right, Xueluo, about Lan Youyou, you better not be angry at him! He doesn\'t know about this matter! "

From the perspective of the Hetun, Lan Youyou was just the third party between his son Feng Xinglang and his son.

For Lan Youyou, this little girl, the husband and wife pair had caused quite a ruckus!

Now that Xueluo, the original Xueluo, had been hit by the Little Three, it was inevitable that he would vent his anger on Feng Xinglang …

In short, in the Hetun\'s eyes, his own son was the most precious.

It was also due to the fact that the Hetun owed his son, Xing Lang, a great debt!

It gave birth to a doting feeling that he wanted to repay!

He didn\'t care whether his own son was willing to accept the so-called fatherly love that was forced into him!

Xueluo bit her lips, and fell silent!

Taking the chance as Hetun walked out of the sickroom to answer Xing Shi\'er\'s call, Xueluo immediately asked.

"Eighth Brother, what happened to him? "Could it be..."

Xueluo choked with emotions, he wanted to say something but hesitated. She could not bear to say any cruel words.

"Fourteen was pretty badly hurt. His spine was broken … His ribs were stabbed into his internal organs, but he was still unconscious! Even if she woke up, she wouldn\'t be able to completely heal him. I think he will become crippled... "

Xing Ba lowered his eyes. He was well aware that if Xing Shisi was truly crippled, then to Xing Shisi, it was undoubtedly the death penalty.

The foster father Hetun was a cold and heartless person. He would not leave a cripple by his side.

Xing Shisi only had one path left to take: to die honorably!

Xueluo\'s tears rolled down her face, "Old Eight, I want to go and take a look at Fourteenth … "I beg of you …"

Xing Ba was slightly startled. He knew that Lin Xueluo was a kind-hearted woman, who would sincerely care about others. If not for her benevolence and kind thoughts, he wouldn\'t have been able to live to this day.

"My foster father, he … It\'s still outside. "

Xing Ba reminded her in a euphemistic manner.

Outside the ward, Hetun was startled when he saw Feng Xinglang running towards him. He subconsciously looked at Feng Xinglang\'s left leg.

Because it was equipped with a towing device that could support the bones of his legs, Feng Xinglang wore loose pants.

"Ah Lang, your legs are still weak, how can you run so fast?"

"Where\'s Xueluo?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"She\'s fine. It\'s just that the back of my foot got a little injured, I\'ll be able to recover in two or three days! "

Hetun\'s gaze was fixated on his son Feng Xinglang\'s left leg. He stepped forward to support his son but was pushed away by Feng Xinglang.

With a \'clang\', Feng Xinglang practically knocked open the door to the ward with the inertia of his body.

"Xueluo..."

Feng Xinglang saw his wife, who was wrapped in plaster with her left foot, sitting on the sickbed.

Seeing her husband who had finally appeared in front of her, the originally wronged and frightened Xueluo actually forgot to cuddle with her and cry out.

To be honest, at this moment, she didn\'t want to cry at all!

She wiped away the tears on her face for Xing Shisi and stared coldly at her husband who was flying towards her.

"Xueluo... Where was the injury? Does it hurt? "

The man\'s hand touched his wife\'s face, shoulders, waist and legs … Light as well as light.

Their eyes were filled with pain and reluctance.

"Pah!"

A heavy slap landed on Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face, loud and clear in the tranquil ward.