"Lan Youyou!"
Feng Lixin scolded, "You are the one who should shut up! Don't impose your dirty and sinful thoughts on Tuantuan! Her world should be clean and pure! "
"Feng Lixin, what right do you have to reprimand me? What right do you have to reprimand me? "
Lan Youyou, who was on the verge of losing control, became a hedgehog. Whoever paid attention to her, she would use the sharp thorns on her body to stab them.
"Because Tuantuan called me papa for five years!"
Feng Lixin pondered for a second or two before answering Lan Youyou.
"Bah! Feng Lixin, do you think that because Tuantuan called you papa, you really became Tuantuan's father? You are just a fake! It was Feng Xinglang who cared about your feelings of being so weak that you couldn't even withstand a single blow! Feng Lixin, you should wake up and stop deceiving yourself! "
When Lan Youyou scolded Feng Lixin, she almost scolded him as if he was her grandson. She completely disregarded Feng Lixin's feelings.
"The one who should wake up is you, Lan Youyou! If you dare to say or do anything to hurt Tuantuan again, I will not spare you! "
Feng Lixin's eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
This was the result of five years of accumulation. It was also Feng Lixin's realization when he saw his younger brother Feng Xinglang's heart-wrenching scene after seeing his own son!
For him, Feng Lixin, his younger brother Feng Xinglang had sacrificed too much! People's hearts were made of flesh. He could understand Feng Xinglang's gratitude and emotion towards the child who died young.
"Then tell me, how do you want to not spare me?"
Lan Youyou's arrogant nature was still clear and unique.
"Alright, both of you talk less. You will scare Tuantuan!"
Housekeeper Mo said sternly. He half-dragged and half-dragged the little princess from Lan Youyou's arms.
Feng Lixin stopped his sharp rebuttal to Lan Youyou. He reached out and gently caressed his little princess.
"Tuantuan, remember: that little brother is your biological brother whose blood is thicker than water. From now on, you must love each other, understand?"
Feng Lixin said gently. He hoped that the little princess could always remain cute and kind.
"Really? Does that mean Tuan Tuan will have a brother in the future? "
Cutie stopped crying, but he looked at his mommy Lan You with some fear.
"He's not your brother! He was a wild child! You are the real princess of Feng Xinglang! "
Of course, Lan Youyou would not acknowledge Lin Nuo's existence. Feng Xinglang could only be the biological father of her daughter, Feng Tuantuan.
"Lan Youyou, wake up! Actually, Tuan Tuan is … "
"Eldest Young Master!" Housekeeper Mo called out to the out-of-control Feng Lixin, "You should chase after the Second Young Master! That group of people probably won't hurt the young master. You go and persuade the second young master not to be too ruthless! We should take our time to think about it! "
Feng Lixin seemed to have noticed his loss of composure, so he pursed his lips and nodded.
"Take good care of Tuan Tuan." After instructing Housekeeper Mo, Feng Lixin left the Feng family.
In view of her mommy Lan Youyou's sudden ferocious look, Little Princess Feng was still a little afraid. Usually, mommy would quarrel with Papa, but it would not be as frightening as it was tonight.
Thus, the little fellow hugged Housekeeper Mo's neck tightly, not daring to approach the abnormal mommy Lan Youyou.
Feng Lixin walked out of the Feng family and called Yan Bang.
He told Yan Bang everything that had just happened in the Feng family.
*****
The Ferrari supercar was like an arrow that left the bow, chasing after the two riot police cars in front of it.
Feng Xinglang's mind was filled with the thought of getting back his child.
His beloved flesh and blood, the continuation of his life.
Little Fifteen sat in He Tun's arms, feeling depressed. He Tun didn't ask him anything because he could hear everything that happened in the Feng family's living room. Thus, there was no need to ask.
He Tun was quite satisfied with Feng Xinglang's reaction. What he wanted was the subversive emotion that Feng Xinglang had when he saw his own son. In this way, it would add to the atmosphere of the multiple-choice question that he had to do in a few days.
One was the son that Feng Xinglang had lost and regained, and the other was the daughter that Feng Xinglang had raised … just thinking about it made him excited.
Of course, there were some things that He Tun could only see on the surface.
"Foster Father, Feng Xinglang has caught up."
The voice of Xing Ba, who was in the riot police car behind, came through the car's Bluetooth device.
"Then let him chase after us! Consider it a warm-up first! "
He Tun sneered and stroked the little fellow's slightly depressed face with his slightly rough fingers.
After hearing Xing Ba's words, Little Fifteen immediately turned his head and looked through the rear window.
Behind Xing Ba's riot police car, a Ferrari supercar was faintly discernible.
That bastard Feng Xinglang had really caught up? Wasn't he courting death?
The little fellow bit his little lip, looking depressed. He seemed to be very nervous about the situation behind the riot police car.
"Fifteen, are you worried about Foster Father? Or are you worried about your bastard biological father? "
He Tun asked leisurely. There seemed to be a little jealousy in his voice.
How should he put it? Five years ago, when He Tun took away the pregnant Lin Xueluo, his purpose was clear and ruthless: he wanted to use the little fellow to fight with his biological father, Feng Xinglang!
But after five years of raising her, He Tun couldn't help but develop a different kind of feeling for the little fellow in his arms.
Moreover, this little thing looked so similar to the woman in his heart!
Therefore, He Tun wanted to deceive himself and others to have a dream: imagining that the little fellow was the child of him and that woman …
No matter how fierce and cruel a person was, he would have the softest place in the depths of his soul!
But when He Tun was awake, he would clearly know that this was just a dream that he would never be able to realize!
"He's not my biological father! He's just a bastard! "
The little fellow no longer looked at the back of the car window, turned around and snuggled into He Tun's arms.
The little fellow seemed to be a little nostalgic for He Tun's warm embrace. That was his safe haven.
With a smooth big'S 'drift, the Ferrari supercar successfully shook off the riot police car behind it and kept abreast with the one in He Tun's car.
The Ferrari supercar obviously wanted to force the riot police car to stop, but it was a little timid. It didn't dare to make any excessive collision movements.
In fact, the reason was very obvious: Feng Xinglang was worried that his son in the car would get hurt!
"Twelve, hit him! Hit him hard!"
He Tun hugged Little Fifteen tightly in his arms. He made good use of Feng Xinglang's weakness of wanting to protect his son.
Although the speed of the riot police car was not as fast as the Ferrari supercar, its ability to resist collisions was very strong. The two cars kept moving side by side, and Feng Xinglang had been passively avoiding them.
"Godfather, the road on the right is blocked. There are two stone blocks in front, and only one car can pass through. Feng Xinglang has been blocking us … "
"Don't worry and rush over! Feng Xinglang will only hit the stone blocks himself, he won't dare to hit us! "
He Tun lowered his head and rubbed the little fellow's baby fat cheeks, full of confidence.
With such a fast speed, Feng Xinglang only had two choices:
One was to keep blocking the riot police car; the result would be that both cars would hit the stone blocks! That way, he could force the riot police car to stop!
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