Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 788

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Chapter 788: Is he a vegetarian?

Hetun gazed at his son who was just inches away from him with gentle eyes.

So close that they could hear each other breathing. He could sense the other party's existence.

He also felt that the blood in his body was thicker than the blood in his bones.

Xing Ba stood rooted to the spot, not daring to step forward to stop him. He was also extremely perturbed by the murderous look in Feng Xinglang's eyes: "Does this Feng Xinglang know that foster father Hetun is his biological father? If he knew, why would he point a gun at his own father?

If he didn't know … Then foster father Hetun's situation would be even more dangerous!

Seeing that the foster father Hetun did not say anything and there was even Xing Er waiting for the right moment to make his move, Xing Ba felt that the first thing he should do was to stabilize Feng Xinglang's emotions.

"Feng Xinglang, calm down, we have something to talk about …"

"Hurry and call Xing s.h.i.+'er! Get him to bring us back immediately! " Feng Xinglang bellowed.

"I really don't know where Old Tweleve went …"

Xing Ba tried to beat around the bush with Feng Xinglang. It wasn't a wise decision, but he was forced to do it.

"You want to play tricks with me? Then, let Hetun accompany Yan Bang in death! "

Feng Xinglang pressed the gun in his hand against Hetun's head, pulling Hetun's head backwards.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Why are you pointing a gun at my foster father's head? "

Hearing the sound from the living room, the little fellow rushed out. Feng Xinglang who was holding a gun to foster father Hetun's head.

"Nuonuo, you are a child so you don't need to worry about adult matters! Go back to the kitchen. Daddy's waiting for coffee! "

Feng Xinglang didn't seem to want his five-year-old son to see something too cruel and heartless.

"Feng Xinglang, the one you're pointing a gun at, is my foster father! "How can I not?!"

The little guy didn't want to see the foster father Hetun bullying his father Feng Xinglang; of course, he didn't want to see his father Feng Xinglang making things difficult for him either.

Although there was different amount of meat on the back of his hand, it was all his own meat!

"Don't come near me!"

Feng Xinglang bellowed, and stopped his son who was rus.h.i.+ng towards him.

"Feng Xinglang, what exactly are you doing? The one hiding my mother is number eight, not my foster father! "

In the little guy's opinion, the reason his father Feng Xinglang pointed the gun at foster father Hetun was probably because Xing Ba had hidden his own mother.

"Xing Ba, I'll give you one last chance: Hurry and call Xing s.h.i.+'er and have him bring his people back! Why don't you all just wait and collect the Hetun's corpse! "

Feng Xinglang's words were said to Xing Ba, but it also seemed like he was saying it for his son Linnuo to hear.

"Let me call Old Tweleve! "Ol 'Eight, give me your phone!"

Under the reminder of his father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy immediately rushed over to Xing Ba's side and fumbled out his phone from his body.

This phone, even if Xing Ba did not give it to him, he would have to give it to him! He couldn't just watch as foster father Hetun suffered under Feng Xinglang's coercion.

The phone call was connected. It seemed like they had just reached Yulong City, and had not had the chance to play with Yan Bang and lure him out when Xing Ba called.

"Old Tweleve, where are you? "Hurry up and come back!"

The little guy's chirping came through the phone. It was especially loud in the quiet carriage.

"Fifteen, Twelfth Brother has something on!" "Good boy, find Old Eighth to play with you …"

The little guy was using the hands-free, so everyone in the living room could hear Xing s.h.i.+'er's voice.

"What are you still playing for!?" That b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang is even pointing his gun at my foster father's head! If you don't come back, he said that we will collect your father's corpse! "

The little guy described everything that happened in the Shallow Water Bay's living room to Xing s.h.i.+'er.

In order to show the tense atmosphere in the living room, the little guy sent a photo of Feng Xinglang pointing his gun at Hetun's head.

"Old Tweleve, did you see that? I'm not lying to you! Come back quickly! If we come back too late, we really will have to help you collect your foster father's corpse! "

From the little guy's point of view, no matter what the Old Tweleve was doing at this very moment, he would have no reason to not return after coming back and saving his life!

"This eighth brother, is he a vegetarian?"

Xing s.h.i.+'er cursed once, then turned the car around and rushed back to the Shallow Water Bay.

If he had known earlier, he would have let him guard foster father Hetun's side! At least he wouldn't let Feng Xinglang succeed and point a gun at his foster father's head!

And the spear in Feng Xinglang's hand, was actually carried by the foster father Hetun for a long period of time.

Just how stupid was this Xing Ba? That would give Feng Xinglang an opportunity?

With a 'whoosh', the sound was extremely quiet, and a thin needle pierced into the side of Feng Xinglang's neck.

"Foster father... "Be careful!"

Almost at the same time, Xing Ba flew towards Hetun, using his own body to block the attack in front of Hetun.

Layers and layers of illusions flashed before Feng Xinglang's eyes, and then, he sank into darkness. The gun in his hand fell to the floor as well, and he collapsed onto the carpet.

had ordered his bodyguard to shoot at Feng Xinglang using this high strength anesthetic. If it wasn't for the fact that Feng Xinglang was the Hetun's biological son, he would have already been tolerated to be so presumptuous towards the Hetun!

"Feng Xinglang... Feng Xinglang... Wake up … Don't die. "Don't die!"

Little friend Linnuo immediately rushed over to her father who was collapsed on the carpet, and pulled the anesthetic needle out of his neck, then hugged her father's head and started to wail.

"Ah Lang... Ah Lang! Wake up! "

Even if it was his own son who was pointing a gun at his head, Hetun was extremely concerned for Feng Xinglang's safety.

"Don't touch him!"

The little fellow angrily pushed everyone who was near his father, Feng Xinglang, forward, "If my father dies, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"

"Fifteen, calm down! This is just an anesthetic, and your dad is only sleeping. He'll wake up in a few hours! "

Xing Ba immediately went forward and hugged Linnuo's little friend who was kicking around, "Touch, your father still has Qi! He's fine, he's just asleep! "

The little guy spread open his little palm and placed it between his father's nose. Only when he detected that his father's aura was normal did he stop crying.

"Ah Lang..."

Hetun mumbled. He didn't know how to hug his own son, Feng Xinglang, who was limp on the carpet and had a physique that was about his own size.

"Don't worry, father. Xing Lang will wake up himself in five or six hours." This medicine has almost no side effects. "

Xing Er consoled Hetun, who was half-kneeling on the carpet, lifting Feng Xinglang.

In that moment, Xing Er suddenly felt that foster father Hetun was really old! Having shed the ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness of the past, he had already begun to yearn for family love, and had become a girl who had grown up together!

At this moment, Hetun was simply a father who cared about his children!