One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 998 - Kindred Kindness

　　Under the soothing effects of the drugs and the man's embrace, the woman, who was in great pain and shock, fell asleep softly in the man's arms.

　　Feng Xinglang wiped away the tears on her face and carefully put her back on the bed.

　　"Where's Nuonuo?"

　　At the door of the ward, Feng Xinglang asked Xing Ba in a low voice. but he ignored the existence of the Hetun.

　　"Fifteen has been sent to Shallow Water Bay. It's very safe to have the Old Five watch over him. "

　　Thinking that Feng Xinglang only wanted his son's safety to be at stake, Xing Ba answered honestly.

　　"I'll have to trouble you to bring Nuonuo to the hospital to guard his mother! He's a big kid, and he can take on that kind of responsibility. "

　　Feng Xinglang also wanted to protect his own wife, but he still had urgent matters that he needed to take care of personally.

　　Xing Ba habitually took a glance at foster father Hetun, asking for instructions.

　　"Old Tweleve is already on his way to the hospital. I'll let him go back to pick up fifteen! "We can't leave this place without people."

　　Hetun still understood his son Feng Xinglang's words. Although he was very dissatisfied with Lin Xueluo slapping his own son.

　　"Xing Ba, you make a call to Xing Wu. I have a few words that I want to say to Nuonuo."

　　Xing Ba then looked towards the Hetun, who nodded slightly, and agreed.

　　The moment the phone was connected, the little thing started making noises.

　　"Who are you? Is it smelly 12? Or is it the eighth brother? "

　　It could be imagined that the ringing phone was s.n.a.t.c.hed away from Xing Wu by the little fellow.

　　"How did eighth brother offend you?" "If you say it like that, then eighth brother will be very sad!"

　　Xing Ba and the others had always been indulging and indulging in this little fellow, and it was directly responsible for this little fellow's pampering and arrogance.

　　"Where's smelly 12? Where did he die? Get him back here and open the door! How dare you lock me in my room and try to rebel against him! If my foster father finds out, I'll definitely skin him alive! "

　　The little guy's arrogant att.i.tude wasn't something that could be done in a day or two. It was enough to prove how bitter the lives of the other foster son s were.

　　"Enough, stop howling, your dad has something to say to you!"

　　Although Xing Ba was reluctant to stop the noisy conversation between him and Xiao Fifteen, he still gave the phone to Feng Xinglang.

　　"Nuonuo, I am your father."

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang? "How did you end up with Broken Eight?"

　　"Listen to father first: Xing s.h.i.+'er will come back to bring you to the hospital in a while. Your mother. She's hurt; you have to stay by her side twenty-four hours a day and take care of her until your dad arrives! Do you understand? "

　　"My mommy is hurt? How? "Where is the injury?"

　　"... You'll know when you get to the hospital. "Your father still has some matters to take care of. Remember your father's words: you must guard your mother until your father arrives!"

　　"Got it …" How could Mommy be hurt? Where did that d.a.m.ned wood Uncle go? Why didn't he protect my Mommy! "

　　On the other end of the phone, the little guy's voice was filled with a sob.

　　The thing that pained the most was his mother.

　　Feng Xinglang was very clear: With a son, Feng Linnuo, guarding his wife, Lin Xueluo, not one inch away, it also meant that Xing s.h.i.+'er and the others would have people accompanying the little fellow.

　　This method might be a little roundabout, but Feng Xinglang really didn't want to say anything more to Hetun.

　　When Feng Xinglang rushed to the police station, he did not see Lan Youyou. He said he was sent to forcefully detoxify.