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Nina quietly stared at Feng Xinglang for a few seconds, "President Feng, what happened? Is it about Yan Bang? "

Since Feng Xinglang had come to her place at this time, it was definitely not because he suddenly missed her son; after all, Feng Xinglang still had two sons to carry, so he didn\'t need to rush over early to hug other people\'s children!

Furthermore, there was the note Feng Xinglang had previously given her that was written in Japanese: [If you are willing to die for him, then neither of you will die!]

Did Yan Bang stir up trouble again?

It was as if in his memories, Yan Bang had never stopped.

"Go and carry Wuyang out, I will bring him to see Yan Bang."

"Oh, okay. It\'s just that Wuyang is still sleeping … "

Under normal circumstances, whenever Feng Xinglang asked to bring Wuyang to see Yan Bang, Nina would support him unconditionally. She also wanted her child to enjoy the occasional fatherly love.

As for Feng Xinglang taking away his son Wuyang, Nina was also at ease. Moreover, the little thing was already three years old. It could play, eat and sleep by itself, and it had been getting more harmonious with his father, Yan Bang, over the past two years.

Yan Wuyang who was carried out was still asleep. He had a small, sturdy build and looked very simple.

Feng Xinglang took the sleeping little thing from Nina\'s arms, "I\'ll send it over to you tomorrow night at the latest."

"Mm, okay. You guys be careful on the way. "

Since Yan Bang\'s Yulong City only had his son\'s complete set of daily necessities and clothes, Nina only wrapped the little guy with a thin wind blanket.

Yan Wuyang\'s little friend was sleeping peacefully in the corner of Feng Xinglang\'s arms.

He rushed all the way to the military hospital under the jurisdiction of the Public Security Bureau. However, Lil Thing did not wake up.

Going upstairs with the little thing that had carried him for 30 years in his arms was still a bit heavy for him, but he had to use both of his hands at the most crucial moment.

The little thing woke up. When he saw that the person who was hugging him was actually his foster father Feng Xinglang, he immediately hugged his foster father\'s neck with both of his arms and indistinctly kissed Feng Xinglang\'s cheeks again and again.

"Wuyang woke up?"

Feng Xinglang asked gently, "Why do you like it so much, godfather? "Then be my godfather\'s son."

"... "Alright."

The little guy yawned, pulling on the end of his long milk breath.

"Promise me, godfather. Remember to kiss your dad a few more times after you meet him. Understood?"

Feng Xinglang gently patted the little guy\'s back.

"... "Alright."

Yan Wuyang was like a lazy little koala, hugging Feng Xinglang\'s neck tightly and nuzzling against his cheek, again and again, warm and loving.

"Then does Wuyang like godfather a bit more, or does he like godfather a bit more?" Feng Xinglang casually asked.

"I like godfather!"

The little guy tightened both his arms and kissed Feng Xinglang\'s face.

"Then why does Wuyang like your godfather so much?" Feng Xinglang asked again.

"Because... Because godfather is good. So Wuyang likes his godfather. "

The little guy didn\'t like to talk. In front of strangers, he was even more taciturn. As long as it was in front of Feng Xinglang, he would say more.

"Which part of his body is better?" Feng Xinglang asked again softly.

"Godfather is good!"

The little guy used its little mouth to blow on Feng Xinglang\'s neck.

It was as if the little thing liked Feng Xinglang; there was no specific reason for it. It was the kind of simple liking.

"Mischief again? No more wind! "My godfather\'s neck is itchy!"

Feng Xinglang lightly patted the little guy\'s P shares, "Wuyang, Yan Bang is your father … You have to like your own dad too, okay? "

"Wuyang doesn\'t like father … Only like godfather! "

Feng Xinglang felt that he was ashamed of the little fellow\'s fondness towards him. He was even more intimate than his own father.

This was because Feng Xinglang didn\'t really care about the little guy much.

After fainting due to the electric shock, Yan Bang was sent to this controlled hospital for treatment under the intense request of Shao Yuan Qun and the lawyer.

"Wuyang, do you still remember what Father just instructed you to do?"

After bidding farewell to Shao Yuanjun, Feng Xinglang asked again as they were about to enter the ward.

"I don\'t remember."

The little guy patting Feng Xinglang on the shoulder, was enjoying it very much.

"Stinking brat!"

Feng Xinglang lightly patted the little guy\'s P shares again as a form of punishment, "Godfather wants you to kiss your father more after meeting him!"

The little guy reluctantly nodded his head.

It seemed that the little fellow didn\'t care whether he had Yan Bang\'s biological father or not.

Honestly speaking, even Feng Xinglang could not understand why the father-son relationship between Yan Bang and his son was so faint. They weren\'t even as close as a bottle cap father like him!

… ….

Under the effects of the medicine, Yan Bang was still in deep sleep.

Seeing Yan Bang with one hand cuffed to the bed rod, Feng Xinglang frowned.

"Remove the handcuffs." He looked at the police officer beside him.

"This..." The police officer guarding Yan Bang seemed to be in a difficult position.

"With me here, Yan Bang won\'t dare to run! "He won\'t run either!"

Feng Xinglang snatched the key away from the police officer, "If anything happens, I\'ll be in charge!"

Considering Feng Xinglang\'s status, the police officer did not say much. Although the Director General Jian Elder had been transferred away, he still had a few trusted aides under him. The two policemen followed him out of the room.

"Wuyang, wake your father up … "Be gentle."

The little guy rushed to the bedside. He first watched quietly for a while, then raised his little hand and patted Yan Bang\'s face a few times.

"Didn\'t I tell you to be more gentle?"

Feng Xinglang immediately waved the little fellow\'s little hands around, "This is your father! Is it really okay for you to be so disobedient? "

"Lang... "Lang..."

After a few hoarse cries from within the dream, Yan Bang finally opened his eyes from the deep drowsiness with much difficulty.

What entered his eyes was actually someone that he couldn\'t forget even in his dreams.

"Lang... "Lang!"

Yan Bang sat up with all his might, and when Feng Xinglang bent to support his waist, he was hugged tightly.

"Lang... Are you okay? "

"What can I do …"

Feng Xinglang gave a light sniff, as if he could smell the faint burnt smell of his flesh after being struck by lightning.

"Weren\'t you supposed to stay in the jail?" "Why are you making a ruckus?"

"I was worried that something might have happened to you. An Teng, that old thing, didn\'t make things difficult for you, right? "

Yan Bang looked up and down as he touched Feng Xinglang, and seeing that he was still unharmed, he hugged him tightly.

"Old Ando\'s target is you!" Feng Xinglang gave a light snort.

Yan Bang caressed Feng Xinglang\'s face with his palm. "It\'s not important whether I die or not! As long as you are fine, I will be at ease! "

"Um... So, I brought Wuyang here to meet with your biological father! "

Feng Xinglang\'s words did not sound good to Feng Xinglang. Since the day he had met Yan Bang, Yan Bang had always been paying for him.

Yan Bang and Cong Gang were like Feng Xinglang\'s left and right hands; but now, they were being chopped off one by one …

"The last one?"

Yan Bang grinned, "Then, can this old man do something that is a little too excessive?"

"How dare you!"

Before Feng Xinglang even finished speaking, Yan Bang had already kissed him on his lips.

In Feng Xinglang\'s opinion, this was the feeling of being licked alive by a dog!