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

　　Chapter 996 - Decent Die!

　　Xing s.h.i.+'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 s.h.i.+si's injury, Xing s.h.i.+'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 s.h.i.+'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 s.h.i.+'er took the chance to slip away. This little thing was becoming more and more like his own grandfather, the Hetun.

　　After Xing s.h.i.+'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 s.h.i.+'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 gra.s.s!

　　"Let fifth brother eat a little more …"

　　Xing Wu only spoke a few simple sentences in Chinese and English. Under most circ.u.mstances, 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 s.h.i.+'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 bus.h.!.+ 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 b.a.s.t.a.r.d … 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.