"Son of a b * tch, you really know?!"
Feng Xinglang, who had been frowning for the past few days, immediately had a bright gleam in his eyes. He leaped over the partition of the first-class seat and pounced over. "Tell me, where is Xing San?"
"You want to know?"
Cong Gang asked with a gentle look. There was a gentle light in his eyes.
"Of course! Tell me! "
Feng Xinglang was excited to know the whereabouts of his niece, Feng Tuantuan.
"Even if you beg me sincerely … I won't tell you! You know the reason! "
"I don't know!"
Feng Xinglang's strong body directly jumped over and pressed down on Cong Gang. "Tell me! Or I'll kill you! "
The sound of fighting attracted the flight attendants. Feng Xinglang, who was lying on Cong Gang, still had no intention of restraining himself.
"If we go to find Xing San now, we will only alert him! With Xing San's sharpness and cunning, he will escape before we can get close to him! "
Cong Gang, who was pressed down by Feng Xinglang, looked at the flight attendants who came forward with great embarrassment. His originally resolute handsome face was also tinged with shame and annoyance.
"Besides, he has such a good shield like Feng Tuantuan. If he points a gun at your niece's head with one hand and at your head with the other, will you resist or not? Xing San is a gang, not a single person! "
That was enough!
Cong Gang couldn't bear it anymore. With a strenuous and strenuous somersault, Cong Gang rolled Feng Xinglang's body to the aisle on the side and pushed him away.
"This-man has intermittent neuropathy!"
"…"
Mexico City was the most populous metropolitan area in the Americas and also the highest metropolitan area in the world. The oldest city in the Western Hemisphere was full of relics of ancient Indian culture.
Feng Xinglang didn't know whether there was something wrong with the tortillas he ate or the tuna tacos were not hygienic enough. That night, Feng Xinglang had a stomachache.
He was originally a difficult person to serve, and now he was even more difficult to serve.
Cong Gang fed Feng Xinglang medicine, but he vomited it all out because he was not acclimatized to the climate.
After being tormented for three to four hours, Feng Xinglang was on the verge of collapsing.
Cong Gang checked Feng Xinglang's forehead again. There was no sign of fever.
"I'd better get an injection! The effect is better and faster. "
"… Scram!"
Of course, Cong Gang would not leave. He lay on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and kept an eye on Feng Xinglang's condition.
…
At this moment, Shen City was undoubtedly defenseless.
At least, that was the case for Xing San.
He Tun brought Lin Xueluo and her son back to Fort Pater, while Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang went to Mexico City.
The only people left in the Feng family were the old, the young, the women, the children, and the sick and disabled.
A single Ong wasn't a threat at all!
It was just as Cong Gang had expected: Xing Three was a gang.
He has his spies in Shen City. He would constantly report to him the whereabouts of He Tun and Feng Xinglang.
However, Xing San never contacted Lan Youyou.
Until Feng Tuantuan woke up crying in his arms.
Feng Tuantuan's crying was not loud. It sounded like a cat's humming.
After all, the little thing was less than five years old. She could not bear the fear and anxiety of the past few days alone. She was alone in a strange and terrifying environment in a foreign land. Thinking about it, the little thing cried in her sleep.
"Why are you crying again?"
Xing San kissed the little thing's cheek and wiped away her tears like a father.
"Tuantuan wants to go home … Tuantuan misses Papa …"
The little thing sobbed in a low voice. She was afraid that if her voice was too loud, it would make Xing San unhappy.
"Didn't Papa tell you that Feng Lixin is not your biological father. He is just your adoptive father! So, you don't have to miss him anymore! "
Xing San turned on the bedside lamp and took a tissue to wipe the little thing's tear-stained face.
"Tuantuan still wants to go home … Papa, can you send Tuantuan home?"
Feng Tuantuan had always been obedient. She knew that calling Xing San a bad guy would make him unhappy, so she kept calling him Papa.
"If I send you home, then I'll be alone … I'll be very, very lonely!"
Xing San used his fingers to tidy up the fine hair on Feng Tuantuan's forehead and cheeks. "Tuantuan, do you want Papa to be alone?"
"But Tuantuan really wants to go home … Papa, Papa, and Uncle can live with Tuantuan. Just like Nuo Nuo and Tuantuan. We can eat together, go to school together … "
As she spoke, the little thing cried pitifully again. Her big, clear and watery eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her delicate and pitiful appearance really made people want to pamper her.
"Tuantuan, Papa knows that you are very sad now! But, it is better to get the pain over with. Papa must take you with him! No one is going to separate us, father and daughter, ever again! Not Feng Lixin, not Feng Xinglang! They all want to take you for themselves! They are too selfish! "
Xing San twisted Feng Tuantuan's cognitive world. He turned black and white upside down.
Her cognition of the little thing, who was not even five years old, was still at the stage where it could be molded. No matter whether she could accept what Xing San said or not, she did not have the ability to distinguish the truth from the lies. In the near future, as Xing San repeated it further, the little thing would probably slowly believe it. Then, she would be forced to accept the cognitive world that Xing San provided.
Thinking of the python at the exit downstairs, Feng Tuantuan did not dare to tell Xing San that he was the selfish big bad guy!
"Tuantuan wants to go home … Tuantuan really wants to go home …"
Except for crying softly, the little thing could not find any other way to fight back.
"Don't cry! Otherwise, Papa will be angry! "
Xing San's good temper seemed to be worn out by the crying little thing. "If you attract the python downstairs, Papa and Tuantuan will have to be fed to the snake together!"
"Then, Tuantuan, don't cry …"
The little thing stopped crying, but she still choked from time to time. Her tearful little face was really pitiful.
"Good boy! Papa will protect Tuantuan! Whether it is a human or an animal, no one can hurt Tuantuan, and no one can take Tuantuan away! "
Xing San gently patted the little thing's back, coaxing her to sleep.
…
Xing San did not need to take the risk.
But Xing San felt that there was no place safer than Shen Cheng without He Tun and Feng Xinglang.
Not only was there no He Tun and Feng Xinglang, but there was also no Cong Gang and Yan Bang!
Xing San also knew that He Tun and Feng Xinglang could return to Shen Cheng at any time. But they never thought that Xing San would come back.
Xing San returned to Shen Cheng, of course, not to send Feng Tuantuan back to the Feng family.
Subconsciously, he had already regarded Feng Tuantuan as his own daughter. How could she return to Feng Lixin and Feng Xinglang?
The purpose of him coming back to Shen Cheng was to see Lan Youyou. It was enough to prove that his true feelings for Lan Youyou were true.
But the withered and shriveled Lan Youyou made him feel extremely sorry. It seemed that this cruel reality could not arouse his interest.
Most men were visual animals!
Without the experience of helping each other grow old, it was impossible to settle and sublimate that fragile relationship.
But when Xing San saw Lan Youyou on the hospital bed, who had already been put on the ventilator, his heart ached again.
Was this still the woman he had cared for since she was a child?
If she had chosen him at the beginning, maybe they would have lived a rich and comfortable life in Usmar. Maybe they would have given birth to many beautiful girls, cute and sweet like Tuantuan.
But the girl he had cared for since she was a child fell in love with a man she should not have loved! Thus, her life was ruined!
Until the moment of her death, she was still cruel and lonely!
Xing San reached out his palm and gently touched the little part of Lan Youyou's face that was exposed outside the ventilator: it was like a dry and stiff body without any temperature.
At this moment, Xing San suddenly had a strong feeling. It was to let Lan Youyou die with dignity! She would rather stay in the Feng family and beg for death than beg for life.
Therefore, Xing San decided to take Lan Youyou away!
"Girl, I will take you away! Go to the place where you should go! "
Xing San leaned over and removed the ventilator from Lan Youyou's cheek. He curled his fingers and felt that there was still a weak breath.
This kind of struggling at death's door was probably not what Lan Youyou needed.
"Let go of her!"
Xing San had just picked up Lan Youyou's skinny body and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a deep voice behind him.
It was Feng Lixin.
Feng Lixin, who could not sleep at night, quietly went downstairs alone to see his wife, Lan Youyou, who was on the verge of death.
He did not expect that he would run into Xing San who wanted to take Lan Youyou away.
Xing San did not panic. He just glanced at Feng Lixin indifferently.
"She doesn't belong here! You can't leave her here cruelly to die! "
"It's none of your business whether she lives or dies! She is my wife when she is alive, and she must die as well! "
One of Feng Lixin's legs was obviously dragging. It seemed that the injury he had suffered from the fall had not healed yet.
"Also, return my daughter to me!"
Feng Lixin blocked the door of the ward and was determined like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Your daughter? Haha! "
Xing San sneered. "Feng Lixin, I forgot to tell you that Tuan Tuan is my daughter! She calls me good daddy now, and it's so sweet! "
"Xing San, you're so despicable!"
The furious Feng Lixin dragged his sick leg and attacked Xing San, who was holding Lan Youyou in his arms …
It was hard for Bassoon not to notice Xing San when they quarreled and fought like this. But at the same time, Bassoon also noticed the two followers that Xing San brought.
It was not that Bassoon was afraid, but he felt that it was necessary to call his boss and ask for instructions.
Feng Xinglang had left Bassoon to guard the Feng family.
When Bassoon called, Mexico City was still shrouded in the dusky morning light.
Cong Gang, who had been tormented by Feng Xinglang for most of the night, was also tired.
He was in need of a big boss to serve him! How despicable!
"Boss, Xing San has killed his way back to the Feng family! He wants to take Lan Youyou away, and Feng Lixin is going against him! "
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