One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
"Feng Linnuo, help father do something."
Feng Xinglang said solemnly as he lifted up her son's small head that was in his embrace.
"What is it?"
Seeing how serious his father was, the little fellow also became serious.
"Help Father go in and ask Hetun: What is Xing San's real name?"
"Xing San? That bastard who took me away and betrayed my foster father? "
The little guy muttered, and the image of himself being carried away by a guy called Xing San when he jumped into the sea ball pool appeared in his mind.
"That's him! Go and ask Hetun! Your father is waiting for you. "
"Oh, your son is going in to ask."
The little guy quickly climbed out of the car and ran in actively.
"Xinglang, could it be that Xing San carried away the ball?" Xueluo asked in surprise.
"It's Xing San!"
Feng Xinglang sighed, "She was summoned by that crazy woman Lan Youyou!"
"Ah?" Lan Youyou summoned Xing San to bring her daughter away? "
Xueluo asked in confusion, "She … What is she doing? "
"Take revenge on my brother!" That woman is crazy beyond redemption! "
Feng Xinglang said in a cold and stern voice, "Using your own daughter as a bargaining chip against others, your death is not worth it!"
Xueluo felt a chill throughout her entire body, "Then Xing San, he …. What was he going to do? It can't be that you want to trade with someone, right? "
Was it his son Linnuo? Or was it her, Lin Xueluo?
If it was really Lan Youyou who wanted to take revenge on his husband, Feng Xinglang, then the people she hated the most would only belong to himself and his son, Linnuo!
"Even if Xing San is infatuated with Lan Youyou, he's not that stupid … It's been two or three days and he still hasn't contacted me. He probably has other plans! "
Since he was going to use them as bargaining chips, then Xing San would probably take the initiative to look for him and negotiate. But Xing San had already disappeared without a trace, causing Feng Xinglang to not be able to understand what he was thinking.
"Lan Youyou is also not in contact with him?" Xueluo asked anxiously.
"I'm looking for a way to contact Xing San. I should have it soon!"
Feng Xinglang held onto the woman in her arms tightly, "But with Xing San's craftiness, even if we contact him, we won't be able to stop him from taking her away."
"What do you mean? Are you saying that Xing San has already taken away Wu Ji? Left the Shen City? "
Feng Xinglang slightly nodded, "Xing San should have already seen Lan Youyou before; the dying Lan Youyou no longer has any value to be taken away by him! However, the situation was different for the group. To the light, to be raised as a daughter; to the shadows, to be raised as a woman … What he was unable to obtain from Lan Youyou, he can take from the group of people! "
"I... I don't think Xing San would … It will not be so dark! "
Xueluo was dumbstruck, she really did not dare to think further!
"Hopefully!" Feng Xinglang's expression became serious.
"Xing San had even saved my life back then. When Hetun told him to throw me into the ocean, he threw us both a life buoy. "
Xueluo tried her best to think of benefits in Xing San's case.
The woman's words caused Feng Xinglang to sink into deep thought: It seems that this Xing San shouldn't be some dark villain!
From the looks of it, they were not in danger of losing their lives!
But what Feng Xinglang was worried about was: If he were to search everywhere for Xing San and his niece, would he anger Xing San into taking the risk?
A person who was forced to the point of having nothing at all and was at the end of his road, was acting irrationally!
Seeing that the man was at a loss for words, Xueluo consoled him in a gentle tone, "Xinglang, don't be too anxious, we will think of a way to save the group."
"Yes."
The man humphed and walked over to the woman, who was holding her earlobes and nibbling on it.
… ….
When Linnuo's little friend ran into the villa, Hetun had already gotten up. He was ordering the chef to make breakfast.
"Fifteen, call your father and mother in for breakfast. They're almost ready!"
His own son had come to visit. Although he hadn't come in yet, Hetun was already very excited.
"Come on, foster father!"
Linnuo's little friend gasped for breath, "My dad saw that you didn't even do anything, so how could he possibly eat?!"
"Heh, what are you saying, naughty child? I am your biological grandfather, your biological father! "
His passion had been splashed with cold water by his own grandson, giving Hetun some face.
"Father, don't interrupt!"
Linnuo's little friend thought of his father's orders, and immediately called to stop Hetun, who was blabbering away at Yue Lao's words, "My father told me to come over and ask you: what is the real name of that Old Xing San who betrayed you?"
"Third Brother Xing?"
Hetun was slightly startled, then she thought of something, "Could it be that Old Xing San took that little girl away from Feng Family? Didn't I already send someone to silence him? "
Hetun was indeed vicious. She would never let go of the foster son that had betrayed him.
Was it that bad Xing San took the slug?
Little friend Linnuo was startled, "Foster father, just tell me the real name of the third brother! My father is still waiting for me! "
There was still his mother in the car! If he was sneakily taken away by that bastard's father, then there would be no meaning for him to stay here with his foster father!
The key thing was that this little thing couldn't be at ease as to how safe Mommy would be after being brought back to Feng Family by that bastard's father!
"What's Ol 'Three's name?"
The Hetun thought, "I only remember that he is Moroccan …"
"Father, do you know or not? I've been thinking about it for a long time! " Linnuo urged.
"Father has to make a call and ask your second brother!"
Hetun subconsciously looked towards the black palanquin in the living room, "Call your father in for breakfast! While we eat, we chat! "
"My dear father, don't eat your breakfast! Are you bored! "
The little fellow hummed impatiently.
"Fifteen!" Don't talk to your godfather like that! If your foster father wants you to call him, then call him! If you don't want to come in and eat, that is your father's business. "
Xing Shi'er picked up the reckless Little Fifteen from the ground and threw him to the living room door.
"Old Tweleve, you're so annoying! You only know how to praise my foster father's P shares! "
The words "flattering" were understood by the little fellow to be so fresh and refined.
The arm was not even close to the thigh, so the little thing could only run over unhappily and call for its dad and mommy to come in for breakfast.
"Old Tweleve, first call your second brother and ask for Xing San's original name. Then, call eighth brother back. I want to ask him a question."
"Good foster father!"
Naypyidaw, located in a small basin in the Sedan River valley in central Myanmar, is surrounded by jungle mountains, a place that is easy to defend and hard to attack.
Xing San brought the four year old Feng Tuantuan down the water path, it was concealed and inconspicuous.
The little thing cried and slept in Xing San's embrace, with tears still hanging from its face …