Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me
Chapter 902

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

If you don't want to raise it, I'll raise it for you!

Upon mentioning Feng Lixin, Hetun's expression immediately became dejected.

In Hetun's eyes, Feng Lixin was undoubtedly a cripple that was half dead; if not for the fact that he had risked his life to save his own son, Ah Lang, Hetun probably wouldn't even have given him a chance to meet him!

Hearing that his capa had arrived, Feng Tuantuan cried even harder.

"Papa …" He wanted his papa … Hurry and save them! "

Being cried so miserably by the little thing, Hetun was quite annoyed.

Under the envelopment of the 'granddaughter' halo, Hetun, who originally viewed Feng Tuantuan as less than grass, now started to love him dearly.

"Stop crying! Feng Lixin is not your father! "My son, Xing Lang!"

Hetun's words that were neither soft nor hard had no effect at all, Feng Tuantuan continued to cry loudly.

"Old Tweleve, hurry up and bring this girl away from this secret passage. "Don't delay, go directly to the airport!"

"Old Five, go and block Feng Lixin at the entrance, I don't want to see him!"

Hetun was quickly irritated by the little thing in her arms that only knew how to bawl.

"They won't leave … "I want to go home with Papa!"

"Don't worry, as long as you behave, Grandpa will bring you back soon!"

Hetun shoved the crying Feng Tuantuan into Xing Shi'er's embrace reluctantly.

"Father, can I use the sedative?"

Xing Shi'er frowned and asked. Bringing a crying child with him, the goal was too obvious.

The Hetun hesitated, "Don't do it too much! This child is very light, do not overdo it! "

"... "Good foster father."

He had only just become the little girl's biological grandpa, and he was already spoiling this little thing that loved to cry?

It seemed that as long as it was his own son's offspring, the Hetun would not refuse anyone!

At the entrance of the Shallow Water Bay.

The more Xing Wu chattered about stopping Feng Lixin, the more Feng Lixin felt like his daughter Feng Tuantuan was in Hetun's villa.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear his daughter's crying.

Thus, for his daughter, Feng Lixin fought the Xing Wu with all his might.

Feng Lixin was not a match for the big and sturdy Xing Wu, he was easily pushed, and fell onto the cobblestone floor one after another.

Butler Mo brought out a walking stick that Feng Lixin occasionally used, and smashed towards Xing Wu's face.

Xing Wu was enraged, and fought back with all his might. With a heavy punch, he knocked down Butler Mo who was already over sixty years old.

Feng Lixin, who had pounced over once again, was kicked down almost at the same time.

Feng Lixin's body simply could not withstand such destruction. After a few cycles of reincarnation, he could no longer get up.

Seeing blood flowing out of the corner of First Young Master's mouth, he bore the pain and moved over to help him up.

But Feng Lixin, who had finally been helped off the ground, was about to rush towards the Xing Wu who was blocking his path …

"First Young Master, we are not his match. Let's call Second Young Master! "

"No …" No fighting allowed! Wu Ji is my daughter, don't disturb Xinglang's family anymore! "

"First Young Master, how dare you say such words at such a time! The most important thing was their lives! The ball was also Second Young Master's niece, Second Young Master loved it so much, so he would definitely not sit idly by! "

Just as Butler Mo said, Feng Xinglang was not just sitting there watching.

A child over the age of four would not simply disappear into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

"Second Young Master, come over quickly … First Young Master spat out blood after getting beaten up by the Hetun's people. "

Receiving Butler Mo's call, Feng Xinglang immediately rushed over.

Even though Feng Lixin was already injured to the point of vomiting blood, he still refused to leave.

His daughter was his only spiritual support. If even the last straw of hope was taken from his life, then his life would be plunged into complete darkness. There would be no more light!

"Brother, how are you?" "Where is the injury?"

Feng Xinglang carried the breathing Feng Lixin from the corner of Butler Mo's arms.

He could ignore the matters regarding Lan Youyou, but he could not ignore his niece Feng Tuantuan. It was not only because he had designed Feng Tuantuan, he was responsible for this little thing; it was also because this little thing was big brother Feng Lixin's life! All of them were killed!

"Xinglang... Clang! Clang! Clang … Inside the ball … Hurry up and save her. "I'm begging you …"

Feng Lixin didn't even have the strength to talk before he completely disappeared. Love for his daughter was the only thing he could sustain.

"How are you sure it's inside?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I... I heard the crying. "

Feng Xinglang listened attentively for a few seconds. Other than the ocean waves and the leaves fluttering in the wind, he did not hear any other sounds of sobbing.

"Big brother, I think you are hallucinating because you are too worried about the situation."

"No …" Just now … The crying must have been too loud. It must be! Xinglang, I really can't live without a group … I'm begging you... Help Big Bro! "

Feng Lixin tightly gripped Feng Xinglang's arm, his entire body faintly trembling.

"Old Mo, help my brother into the car. I'll go in and take a look. "

With that, Feng Xinglang turned and walked back to the Shallow Water Bay.

Feng Xinglang believed in his big brother Feng Lixin's intuition. He said that there was a crying sound around the Shallow Water Bay, and it should be true!

But why did the Hetun catch a little thing that was over 4 years old?

Who was allowed to make such an abnormal choice? Then he was truly abnormal!

"You can't go in there!"

Xing Wu stopped Feng Xinglang, speaking in Spanish.

What returned Xing Wu with was a fierce right hook fist from Feng Xinglang.

It shook Feng Xinglang's entire arm until it became numb.

"What, you still dare to fight back?" "Who lent you their guts!"

Feng Xinglang laughed coldly.

The Xing Wu hissed as he raised his clenched fists high up in the air, but he didn't dare to continue attacking.

The driver, Xiao Hu, sent the second young master Feng back to Feng Family.

Xueluo heard from his son that the bastard's father had left him after receiving Grandpa Mo's call and went to the Shallow Water Bay to save his uncle.

Furthermore, Feng Lixin was probably injured and vomited blood.

Could it be that the Feng Brothers is going to fight the Hetun again?

From the looks of it, it seemed like the Hetun was connected to what Xing Ba and Xing Shi'er had said to her.

But why did the Hetun kidnap Feng Tuantuan?

Xueluo did not think too much into it, and took the driver's seat belonging to the Xiao Hu, and rushed to the Shallow Water Bay.

First it was Lan Youyou, now it was Feng Tuantuan, Xueluo did not want to meddle in other people's business. But his husband Feng Xinglang was going to fight with his own father for Feng Tuantuan, so Xueluo had no choice.

Bringing along their son Linnuo, this treasured child, would also help to quell the anger of the father and son duo to a certain extent!

When Xueluo rushed to Shallow Water Bay, Feng Xinglang had only gone in a few minutes ago.

"Nuonuo, quickly go and replace your father! Don't let your godfather fight with your godfather! "Go quickly!"

"Don't worry, Mommy. With my biological son here, they won't be able to fight!"

The little guy immediately ran into the cave.

But when Xueluo urged his son Linnuo to enter the Shallow Water Bay, he stayed behind with the Butler Mo to take care of the injured Feng Lixin.

"Xueluo, can you bring me in?"

Feng Lixin was so tired that he wanted to get out of the car. But one of his legs barely touched the ground.

"Brother, with Xinglang around. If the ball was really in Hetun's hands, he would definitely get it back! If you can't even get Xinglang back, it's useless even if you go in! "

Xueluo consoled the heavily injured Feng Lixin.

Although Xueluo had once complained about Feng Lixin's selfishness, she couldn't help but feel pity for this man every time she saw his miserable state.

"Yes. I am useless... I can't even save my own daughter. I am the most useless father in the world. "

Feng Lixin cried sorrowfully.

"Big Brother, don't belittle yourself so much! It's not your fault... "

His cry made Xueluo and Butler Mo's eyes turn red.

When Feng Xinglang entered the villa, the only person sitting in the living room was Hetun.

Xing Ba should be escorting Xing Shi'er and Feng Tuantuan to the airport.

After coldly sweeping a glance at Hetun, Feng Xinglang looked around, and even without seeing Xing Shi'er and Xing Ba's situation, he directly called out the name of his niece.

"Clang! Clang!" Feng Tuantuan... "

He did not receive any feedback, nor did he hear the cries of the little thing.

"Hetun, is the ball in your hands?"

Thus, he asked Hetun who he was looking at with a cold voice.

Although Feng Xinglang did not want to speak to Hetun one more time. However, asking directly was still better than him blindly searching.

Hetun's eyelids twitched. It was unknown if he was just now sighing at his own son's excellence, or pleased with his grandson and granddaughter.

"The ball is with me!"

It was as Feng Xinglang had expected: To a certain extent, the Hetun was fair and square. Just do it, he would admit it!

Feng Xinglang frowned, and asked in confusion: "Why are you kidnapping the group?"

"If you don't want to raise it, I'll raise it for you!"

The Hetun replied with energy.

"..." Feng Xinglang frowned, "The son of our Feng Family does not need to be raised by an outsider like you! Give me back the ball! "

These words really hurt the heart of the Hetun.

Fortunately, Hetun was not that weak and managed to cultivate a steel-like face.

"If you want me to return the ball to you, that's fine too! "But …"

Hetun paused for a second, then pouted his lips, "But you have to stand at attention!"

Body? What do you mean?

"Hetun, I don't have time to bullshit with you! Hurry up and return me the ball, or else … "

With a 'click', Feng Xinglang pressed the spear in his hand against the head of Hetun.