One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
As night fell, Feng Xinglang made a trip back to Feng Family.
Firstly, he wanted to see how his big brother Feng Lixin was doing, and secondly, he wanted to find something for him to do.
Otherwise, if his daughter was lost, he would not be able to do anything, and would be choked by that Feng Lixin!
When Feng Xinglang rushed back to the Feng Family, Feng Lixin was not there at all.
Butler Mo was preparing to leave with a thermos of medicine that could calm the mind and nourish the energy. He should be sending it over for Feng Lixin to drink.
"Where's my brother?"
"Second Young Master, you're back."
Butler Mo's exclamation revealed his helplessness and hesitation, "First Young Master is still in the surveillance room of the small sector, repeatedly watching those surveillance videos! He's so weak that he's about to collapse, and his leg is also injured … "
"Ran Ran is accompanying my brother?"
"Yes." He is standing guard right there, afraid that First Young Master will … "
"Call my brother back!" Tell him I have a group of whereabouts, and tell him to come back and help us. "
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll go now."
Butler Mo put down the thermos bottle and immediately went out to pass the message to First Young Master Feng Lixin.
Watching Butler Mo with his eyes, whose hair was already half white, Feng Xinglang felt a little pity in his heart: For Feng Family, it can be said that Butler Mo has done his best!
But all these years, the Feng Family was still in a precarious situation.
He had finally managed to settle down and settle down, but all of this happened in a calm and peaceful manner.
Feng Xinglang stood there quietly for a few seconds, then turned and walked out of the Feng Family's living room, towards the small villa next door.
That door blocked off too many things. Life and death, sorrow and pain; the erased past and the imprinted evil.
Feng Xinglang stomped outside. His expression turned a little heavy.
In order to find his niece Feng Tuantuan as soon as possible, in this stormy day, Feng Xinglang wondered if he could get a shortcut from Lan Youyou's mouth. It would save the world from the senseless search for no purpose.
Since Xing San was summoned by Lan Youyou, they should have plotted a strategy to take revenge on the two brothers. Maybe they would have to go somewhere far away.
It was just that, at that moment, Feng Xinglang did not want to speak another word to the crazy girl in the room.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door to the ward opened.
"Second Young Master Feng." It was the doctor in charge of Lan Youyou's treatment.
"Yes." How is she? " Feng Xinglang didn't even seem to want to mention his name.
"In a severe coma. The situation is not looking good! "
The doctor's words made Feng Xinglang frown, "It looks like I won't be able to get anything out of you."
"I probably won't be able to wake up for a short period of time!" Unless a miracle happens. "
The doctor took a cell phone from his pocket. "She held it tightly in her hand. I found it when I was pricking her. I think it should be useful for the whereabouts of the little princess of Feng Family. "
Feng Xinglang took the phone from the doctor's hands. Judging from the number that had been dialed, it should be Xing San's number.
Several hundred times over. It seemed that the woman still retained a trace of her humanity and knew how to worry about her own daughter.
She, Lan Youyou, was still unable to bear the consequences of binding herself in a cocoon.
Feng Xinglang didn't go in to take a look at Lanying. Instead, he turned around and left.
There was no need to visit, nor was there any reason to!
The moment Feng Xinglang walked out of the small villa next door, he saw Mo Ranran rushing back while pushing Feng Lixin's wheelchair.
Mo Ranran was very considerate. While pushing the wheelchair, she bent over and tucked the wind blanket around Feng Lixin.
It was as if at this moment, Feng Xinglang suddenly felt that if he were to hand Feng Lixin to Mo Ranran and his brother, he would be able to relax.
"Ran Ran, hurry up …"
Feng Lixin urged. He pressed the automatic button to increase his speed.
"It's already very fast!"
Mo Ranran laughed, "If you go any faster, we will be flying!"
"Are you kidding me? We haven't heard from each other in the past three to four days, and I'm almost going crazy from anxiety. "
Feng Lixin was really anxious. He was worried though. At noon, he insisted on going to the Shallow Water Bay to ask about Xing San's situation. He was stopped by the Butler Mo.
Because Butler Mo felt that: If you should ask Hetun, Second Young Master Feng Xinglang would definitely ask! It would only ask more and more carefully.
And from what Basong said, Second Young Master went to the Shallow Water Bay early in the morning. Xing Ba also followed him back.
"Then it's better if you go crazy and take care of her!"
Mo Ranran said mischievously.
"You …"
"Ran Ran, why are you talking to First Young Master? It's nothing to be proud of! "
Butler Mo reprimanded his daughter.
"Ran Ran, you bullied my brother again?" Feng Xinglang shouted from afar.
"If you think I'm bullying him, then why don't you take care of him by your side!" Mo Ranran replied.
"Actually… "I agree with you: if my brother is really crazy, it would be easier to take care of him!"
Feng Xinglang made a 180 degree turn and immediately leaned towards the muttering Mo Ranran.
"Xinglang, where are the groups of people?"
After seeing Feng Xinglang, Feng Lixin immediately stood up from the wheelchair, but was pushed back down by him.
"Yes, there is. "Let's talk inside."
Feng Xinglang did not take his brother's wheelchair from Mo Ranran's hands. Instead, he let Mo Ranran push him forward as usual.
"This is Xing San's information. There's a high-definition picture of him in there. "
Feng Xinglang tossed Xing San's file over to him, "It has already been verified: the ball is currently in Xing San's hands. Furthermore, someone had flown back to Mexico using Xing San's passport, but it was not Xing San himself. He wants to play with us for a while and get rid of the cicada's shell! "
"Then where is Xing San now?" Feng Lixin asked.
"It's been three or four days … I figured he was out of the country. And it's very likely that they left by water. "
Feng Xinglang analyzed the situation to Feng Lixin one by one. Letting him participate more or less reduced his sense of anxiety. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy.
"Then what should we do now?"
"Get someone to copy some pictures of Xing San and ask about him at all the docks and ports in Shen City, including those fishing boats that are out on the sea. This is a bit cumbersome, but right now, we can only look for a needle in a haystack. "
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll get someone to copy it now. and then look around the docks. "
"There's no need to be in such a hurry. Xing San bringing the group away should be a sudden thought. With his feelings for Lan Youyou, he shouldn't be so sad. I just want to raise him up as my daughter so that I can help him get through his old age! "
Without waiting for Feng Lixin's answer, Feng Xinglang comforted her again: "With such a obedient and sensible group, Xing San will not make her suffer any pain!"
"This Xing San is too! Would he not have her daughter be born himself? What's the point of stealing her daughter's care! " Mo Ranran shouted harshly.
"The key is's daughter! The daughter of a lover, naturally feels closer! "
Feng Xinglang looked at Feng Lixin, and concealed it all, "It's just a real mother, yet he actually dared to do such a thing to his own daughter … It's not worth dying for! "
Feng Lixin moved his lips a few times, but did not say anything.
… ….
Feng Xinglang was very tired.
He was both physically and mentally exhausted!
But even though he was too tired to talk, he was not sleepy.
When Feng Xinglang left for Qibei Mountain City, it was already deep into the night.
The beam of light from the black sprint was cold in the dark and quiet night.
This section of the mountain road was connected to a large graveyard. Traveling alone on this gloomy and empty mountain road gave one the chills.
Feng Xinglang didn't believe in the words of the ghosts and gods, but he didn't like being too close to a group of dead bodies without any signs of life.
Even if there was a hint of masculinity in his body, it would still be devoured by the surrounding eerie aura.
This damned thing always liked to live in this kind of damned place! How come he wasn't sent to hell by a ghost to discuss life and dreams?!
An unknown creature with a strange glint in its eyes flashed in front of the carriage. Feng Xinglang instinctively stopped his car, cursed again, and sped up as he headed towards the mountainside at an extremely fast speed.
Wei Kang and the others would know about all the carriages that were going up the mountain road.
After they determined the situation, he went upstairs to inform Cong Gang who was busy packing his equipment. It seemed like Cong Gang was preparing to go on a long journey.
"Boss, that scoundrel Feng is here again."
With this word, Wei Kang's helplessness and dissatisfaction were clearly displayed.
"Come on." You can't stop him with your legs on him. "
Cong Gang deserved it. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"Boss, where are you going?" Wei Kang asked again.
"It depends on your mood!"
Cong Gang put the organized equipment into a black canvas bag, and with a skillful toss, he threw the black canvas bag onto the wooden beam of the house.
"So, the scoundrel Feng is here. Are you going to see him or not?"
Tonight, Wei Kang felt extremely strange. It was probably time for him to rest, so his mind was obviously slow.
Cong Gang looked up at the sleepy Wei Kang, and said indifferently, "I won't see his! Just say that I fell asleep! "
"Oh …"
Wei Kang snorted in agreement, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, he turned back and asked dumbly, "Then, does he really need to see you?"
"…" The corner of Cong Gang's mouth was pursed into a cold smile, "Then it's up to you! The headquarters?! Do you want to go to Cambodia alone to pick up Hun Sen? "
Seeing that the boss was angry, Wei Kang was more than half awake, "I will go downstairs to stop that guy!"
Just as Wei Kang walked down the stairs, he was standing in the living room of the small cabin.
The Old Four s who were yawning were about to intervene to stop Wei Kang, but when they saw Wei Kang heading downstairs, they immediately stopped him.
"Second Master Feng, you're here? It's a long way to go! "
She had a nagging feeling that Wei Kang had hit the jackpot tonight with a short circuit. No matter how he looked at it, he did not seem to want to stop Feng Xinglang from going upstairs.
"Where's Cong Gang?"
Feng Xinglang did not have the mood to chat with Wei Kang, so he asked directly.
"My BOSS, he …" He said he slept! I told you not to bother him when you went upstairs! "
Wei Kang knew how to do this job more and more.
In fact, there were times when Wei Kang had the demeanor of a wise man with a great intelligence.
"And if I insist on disturbing him?" Feng Xinglang harrumphed with impatience.
"That's easy! As long as you defeat our Old Four, you can go upstairs and disturb our Boss! "
Wei Kang really wanted to beat up Feng Xinglang.
As for the reason … There was no reason!
It was probably because he was unhappy about Feng Xinglang being so arrogant, so he wanted to beat him up!