Chapter 996 Die with Dignity!

Xing Twelve’s handsome face darkened: It’s not just to pick up your little ancestor!

"My foster father has gone out to do some errands. I'm following him."

With Xing Shishi's injury in his heart, Xing Twelve eagerly wanted to rush to the hospital to take a look, and on the way, he could bring Lao Ba back to take care of this little thing.

Among all the righteous sons, Xing Ba was the most able to 'deceive and kidnap'. Perfect for dealing with little ones.

"I'm not as powerful as you!"

The lesson taught by the little guy Bajibaji reminded Xing Twelve, who did not always stay by his adoptive father Hetun's side, "What if my adoptive father is in danger? Lao Twelve, you are becoming more and more lazy!"

"Okay, I'm going to get Lao Ba back!"

After winking at Xing Laowu, Xing Twelve took the opportunity to run away. This little thing is becoming more and more like his grandfather Hetun.

After Xing Twelve flashed around, the little guy seemed to realize: Silly Lao Wu and himself were the only ones left in the huge townhouse!

But it's better, because silly old five are better fooled!

If he was asked to send him to mommy's school, would he dare to say 'no'?

"Fifth brother, hurry up and eat! After you finish eating, take me to mommy's school!"

Perhaps he was asking for something from Xing Laowu, so the little guy was so polite that he even called him "Fifth Brother". This made Xing Laowu so happy that he laughed and reached over to touch the little guy's head. .

Not everyone can touch little Lin Nuo’s head!

In addition to his biological father and mother, and his adoptive father Hetun, if Xing Twelve touches him occasionally, he will scream, let alone Xing Laowu, who is of a lower class.

So being able to touch the little guy's head without resisting was undoubtedly a gift and reward for Xing Laowu.

"Lao Wu, are you full? My mommy is still hungry!"

Xing Laowu had just eaten a few mouthfuls of risotto when the child Lin Nuo began to urge him.

This selfish and small-minded child is almost carved out of the same mold as He Tun: only those who care about him will be attracted! People who don't care will treat it like nothing!

"Let Fifth Brother eat some more..."

Xing Laowu can only speak a few simple sentences in Chinese and English, and most of the time in Spanish, the little guy can also make a rough guess.

After finally waiting patiently for Xing Laowu to finish a plate of risotto, kid Lin Nuo immediately came forward and pulled one of his hands.

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

But after Xing Laowu wiped his mouth, he sat deeper into the sofa and stopped moving.

"Lao Wu, what are you doing? Leave quickly!"

Xing Laowu raised his hand and pointed at the door of the living room that was tightly locked by Xing Twelve before he left, "You can't get out! It's all locked by that guy Lao Twelve!"

"Locked? Why? Why did Lao Twelve lock the door?"

"I'm not worried about you running out!"

Sure enough, Xing Laowu is not a person who beats around the bush! And he was quite unable to hold back his words.

More than ten minutes later, the child Lin Nuo, who had run all the way upstairs and downstairs and checked all the doors and windows, let out a tragic and angry roar:

"Old Twelve, you big bastard... how dare you lock me up? I want my foster father to kill you!"

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Feng Xinglang was unable to get through to his wife Lin Xueluo, and even Xing Shishi's cell phone was always turned off, which made Feng Xinglang alert. After glancing at Cong Gang, who was locked in the sun room and was relatively honest, he stood up and left.

Basong came forward to greet him. Although he had rested for a night, he still looked very weak after being beaten to the point of internal bleeding by Yan Bang.

"You don't need to follow. Stay and guard Cong Gang! If he forces his escape, you will kill him!"

Without waiting for Basong's answer, Feng Xinglang quickly left the Feng family.

Feng Xinglang drove towards Shenda alone. The injury was to his left leg, which did not affect his normal driving.

By the time he rushed to Shenzhou University, the traffic accident that happened two hours ago had been dealt with. A man who looked like a security guard was urging two sanitation workers to deal with the damaged flower beds, shrubs and flowers.

Faintly, a hint of ominous premonition came over him. Feng Xinglang retraced his steps into the academy and stepped forward to ask.

Judging from the traces left at the scene, it should have been a car accident.

The stone flower bed must have experienced a high-intensity impact to break into that shape.

"Is there an accident here? Is anyone injured? Who is it?"

The security guard took a look at Feng Xinglang's attire and the eye-catching Porsche he drove before he responded.

"The injured were a man and a woman. The man was seriously injured and covered in blood. When the ambulance came, he was already out of breath; the woman... seemed to have a broken foot!"

"Is that woman's name Lin Xueluo?"

Feng Xinglang's voice had a nervous tremor.

"I don't know about that. I think I heard that woman call that man...'Fourteen'!"

When Feng Xinglang rushed to the hospital from Shanghai University, Xueluo had already been pushed out of the operating room.

Outside the operating room, she saw that it was not her husband Feng Xinglang who was waiting for her, but Hetun and Xingba.

"Mr. Xing... where is Fourteen? How is Fourteen?"

While asking, Xueluo's tears rolled down. She saw with her own eyes that Xing Shishi, covered in blood, was carried into an ambulance.

Hetun sighed slightly, "We are still rescuing him! I'm afraid he won't wake up!"

"No...no way! You asked the doctor to save Shi Shi...he is still so young...less than twenty years old."

Lin Xueluo, who couldn't help feeling sad, burst out crying.

"Okay, don't worry about Fourteen, take care of yourself first!"

"It was me who harmed Shi Shi...it was me who harmed him! If he hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have..."

Xueluo bit her lip and choked with sobs that she couldn't make a sound.

Xing Shishi was only eighteen or nineteen years old, a prime age.

She is the person Lan Youyou wants to kill; Xing Shishi is just an innocent victim!

"Okay, stop crying! If you let Alang see you crying, he will be upset again!"

In order for your dear son not to get upset, don't others even have the right to cry?

Xueluo turned her head, glanced at the empty corridor behind Xing Ba, and smiled bitterly with tears in her eyes: "Then don't notify Feng Xinglang!"

Xueluo's hiss was obviously filled with resentment.

What's the difference between having him as a husband and not having him?

It must have been two hours since I performed the bone-setting surgery, and that man didn’t even know? His heart is so big!

Do you think that if you send your wife and children to someone else's house, everything will be fine?

Xueluo really didn't want to think about it: In order to pamper that woman Lan Youyou, what else had the two Feng brothers done besides letting their mother and son hide again and again?

And the facts proved: She, Lin Xueluo, endured the humiliation and escaped from the first grade of junior high school, but she still couldn't escape the fifteenth grade!

Fortunately, Xing Shisi came back in time this time, otherwise...

Otherwise, she, Lin Xueluo, would be hit beyond recognition! I'm afraid not even a whole corpse can be left behind!

"Where is Lan Youyou now?"

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

"Okay, you should have a good rest first! I will handle Lan Youyou's matter."

Hetun responded, thinking about something, and warned: "By the way, Xueluo, don't anger Alang about Lan Youyou's matter! He doesn't know about this!"

In Hetun's view, Lan Youyou is the third party between his son Feng Xinglang and Lin Xueluo.

For the sake of Lan Youyou, the mistress, the couple made a lot of noise!

Now that Xueluo, the first wife, has been hit by mistress Lan Youyou, it is inevitable to turn her anger on Feng Xinglang...

In short, in Hetun's mind, his own son is the most precious.

Among them, it also stems from Hetun's deep gratitude to his son Xing Lang!

This gave rise to a feeling of doting that he wanted to repay!

It doesn’t matter whether his own son is willing to accept the so-called fatherly love he imposed on him!

Xueluo bit her lip and remained silent!

While Hetun walked out of the ward to answer Xing Twelve's call, Xueluo quickly asked about Xing Ba.

"Lao Ba, how is he doing at Fourteen? Could it be..."

Xueluo choked up and stopped talking. She really couldn't bear to say any cruel words.

"Fourteen was seriously injured. His spine was broken... his ribs pierced his internal organs, and he is still unconscious! Even if he wakes up, it is impossible to be completely cured. He will probably be disabled..."

Xing Ba lowered his eyelids. He knew that if Xing Shishi was really disabled, it would undoubtedly be a death sentence for Xing Shishi.

The adoptive father Hetun is a ruthless person. He wouldn't leave a useless person around.

There is only one way left for Xing Shishi: to die with dignity!

Xueluo's tears kept falling, "Lao Ba, I want to go see Fourteen... Please..."

Xing Bawei was startled. He knew that Lin Xueluo was a kind woman who would sincerely care about others. If it weren't for her kindness and kindness, I wouldn't be alive today.

"My foster father...is still outside."

Xing Ba reminded him tactfully.

When he saw Feng Xinglang running toward him outside the ward door, Hetun was slightly startled: he subconsciously looked at Feng Xinglang's left leg.

Because he was equipped with a traction device to assist in supporting his leg bones, Feng Xinglang wore loose trousers; the fixed traction of the device stained his trousers with little blood stains.

"Alang, your legs are not yet strong enough. How can you bear to eat and run so fast?"

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

"She's fine. It's just a slight injury on the instep. It'll be fine in two or three days!"

Hetun's eyes were fixed on his son Feng Xinglang's left leg; he stepped forward to help him distressedly, but Feng Xinglang pushed him away.

With a bang, Feng Xinglang almost used the inertia of his body to push open the door of the ward.

"Xueluo..."

Feng Xinglang saw his wife sitting on the hospital bed with her left foot wrapped in a plaster.

Seeing her husband finally appearing in front of her, Xueluo, who was originally aggrieved and frightened, forgot to cuddle up and cry.

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

She wiped away the tears she shed for Xing Shishi, and just stared at her husband who was rushing towards her with a cold gaze.

"Xueluo...where is it hurt? Does it hurt?"

The man's hands touched his wife's cheeks, shoulders, waist and legs... lightly and lightly.

Full of heartache and reluctance.

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Feng Xinglang's handsome face hard, which sounded particularly loud in the quiet ward.