Novel Full Chapter 615
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Chapter 615: I didn't help you look after your wife
You know, jumping off a domed roof that you're prepared for and falling off a roof that you can't control is two completely different states of mind.
The 5-year-old little thing, "Ah …" Accompanied by a terrified scream, he fell from the roof in a dancing posture.
And the Xing Ba below, her heart was even more nervous than the little fellow who lost control and fell down. However, he, who had been through many trials and tribulations, had already accumulated a certain calm and tranquility so he would not be afraid in the face of danger. Xing Ba quickly flew in the direction the little fellow fell to, floating like the wind, and steadily held the little fellow in his arms, and cushioned it for half a meter.
Needless to say, Xing Ba was already drenched in cold sweat from fright. After all, this little thing was the flesh and blood of the foster father Hetun, and the degree of its treasure was clear to see.
If the little guy really fell down, Xing Ba would definitely not be able to take it lying down.
Even if Xing Ba had sufficient reasons and excuses, he would still not be able to resist the Hetun's partial favor.
The little guy was like an octopus, hugging onto Xing Ba's neck tightly, he was still frightened. After all, he was only 5 years old, so of course he would be afraid. It was not the stage where newborn calves were not afraid of tigers.
Startled to the point where he broke out in cold sweat, Xing Ba tenderly patted the back of the little fellow to show comfort:
"No, no, no. Eighth brother will take you! Eighth brother will take you!"
The little guy appeared to be unharmed, but it was not known if he had lost a few strands of his soul.
The little fellow who had regained his senses immediately blew his nose and glared at Xing Ba: "Who's scared, I'm not scared at all, okay?"
"..." This little thing was truly a stubborn master who would rather die than lose face.
Xing Ba, who wasn't very good at expressing his feelings, couldn't help but kiss the little fellow's pale face.
This kiss seemed to shock even Xing Ba himself: So it turns out that during their daily, stealthy companionship, everyone liked this little thing that was full of vigor and vitality.
"Well, you are not the least bit afraid; I am! I'm afraid that you will really fall down. My foster father's heart aches for you, as he will lock up my little dark room, or even whip me! "
Xing Ba did not engage in conversation with the little fellow who was still in a daze, but instead hugged the little thing and refused to let it go for a long time.
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When Feng Xinglang woke up, he had no idea that he had been unconscious for more than 20 hours.
Furthermore, he had flown over ten thousand kilometers of sea and land, arriving at a completely unfamiliar place.
The pain filled every inch of his body; it was so painful that Feng Xinglang almost couldn't muster up the strength to open his eyes.
Layers of nightmares, like struggling algae, tightly bothered Feng Xinglang, entangled him, as if pulling him into the endless abyss of hell.
Feng Xinglang opened his eyes vigorously, and saw two or three doctors wearing white gowns swaying in front of him, looking unreal and unreal.
"Feng Xinglang, if you keep playing dead, I'm going to get electrocuted."
Xing Ba's voice showed slight impatience.
This son of his was hard for him to service, and now he had to find time to serve this father?
Feng Xinglang opened his eyes completely and looked around: Although it is still a simple and crude sealed room, but he is sure that it is not the basement of Shallow Water Bay.
The doctors in front of him were all Caucasian.
Instinctively, almost reflexively, Feng Xinglang tried to crawl up from his bed.
The metal sound coming from his ankles prevented Feng Xinglang from getting up, let alone trying to attack Xing Ba.
Feng Xinglang angrily struggled for a few moments, before asking with a ruthless tone:
"Where is this place?"
"Pater Castle! A place where your wife and children have lived for five years! "
Xing Ba did not beat around the bush, and did not hide anything. Seeing that Feng Xinglang had woken up, he seemed to be in a hurry to leave.
"Pater Castle? Why am I here? Where's my son? Where's Lin Xueluo? "
Feng Xinglang was slightly taken aback: How long had he been unconscious for? was actually brought back to his lair by the Hetun?
"Of course they flew here by plane! Your son is taking an afternoon nap, and your wife isn't watching for you! "
"Nuonuo? Nuonuo was there too? Can you let me see my son? "
Feng Xinglang's words and attitude became much lower.
"Feng Xinglang, fifteen years is no longer something that you can see whenever you want to. I am sorry to tell you this: your torture method has failed! "
Xing Ba spoke a few more words with the two doctors, then turned and left.
Seeing that Xing Ba had left, Feng Xinglang tried to communicate with the two doctors in English.
But most of the time, both doctors just shook their heads and shrugged and repeated the same words: You have to get well to see your wife and children!
Just as he returned to the main hall, Xing Ba was caught up in his little friend Linnuo's pajamas.
"Old Xing, be honest. Did you secretly call your foster father?"
Xing Ba panicked. Seeing that the little fellow was not only asking about the matter of his biological father, Feng Xinglang, he became calm.
"Yes." "Father said he would be back in two days."
"What about my mother?"
"He should be returning with his foster father."
"Take me to your foster father right now."
"Aren't you making things difficult for your eighth brother again?" Think about what to eat tonight! Haggis? steak? "
"I don't want to eat anything! "Old Xing, Old Xing, I just want to call my mother!"
"..."
Xing Ba felt that he was about to go crazy! I really want to rip off the little guy's pants and beat him until his hair bloomed.
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When Xueluo woke up from the chaos, the outside was already lit up by the sun.
Xueluo was so hungry that he could not hold on any longer, so he stood up from the ground.
The food in the fridge was no longer edible. Of course, apart from a few dried potatoes, there didn't seem to be any other food.
Money is not all-powerful. But without money it's hard to move.
In the carry-on bag at Yuan Duoduo's house, Xueluo finally found more than ten yuan worth of change with much difficulty. He put the key back into the milk carton at the old lady's house next door, and then left in a hurry.
As he was rushing to the orphanage, he coincidentally met with a donation department. Looking at the camera of the short cannon, Xueluo silently went into the orphanage through the back door.
It's always better to do good with a high profile than not to do good. Of course, some units and individuals would bring a certain amount of business value to the endowment of the orphanage.
The attendant had long forgotten if Yuan Duoduo had delivered anything to the orphanage for safekeeping. For the entire morning, Xueluo only helped the storage ring's owner, the uncle, to organize the donated goods.
At lunchtime, Xueluo saw a person in the canteen.
Someone who could remind her of her past.
Xueluo suddenly thought of the place that he should keep the purple sandalwood box at.