"Fifty percent! But … but it's only thirty percent now … That guy has a weapon on him. "
A triangular-like object flew past the left shoulder of the V-faced man, splattering blood and flesh.
"Throw the thing to him! Be gentle, don't hurt him! Find a way to leave, I'll be waiting for you outside! "
"Okay!"
After the V-faced man responded, he threw the canvas bag on his shoulder smoothly into the grass on the side, and then jumped over a rockery alone to escape the scene.
Xing Shisi did not chase after the V-faced man. Because when he opened the canvas bag, he saw a little red face sleeping soundly.
It was Little Fifteen they were looking for!
Hearing the noise behind him, Xing Shisi immediately carried the canvas bag and dashed behind the rockery. He saw Yan Bang pushing Feng Xinglang's wheelchair, surrounded by a group of muscular men, walking toward the basement.
Xing Shisi did not have time to meet up with Xing Twelve and the others, so he decided to take Little Fifteen, who was in the canvas bag, and leave Imperial Dragon City.
*****
The one who suffered the most was his mother, Lin Xueluo.
She had not been able to get a good night's sleep for the past few days. She did not want to cry, but tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She and her son had gone through too many hardships, enough for Lin Xueluo to remember.
She really just wanted to live an ordinary life!
But it was destined that even this ordinary wish could only be a kind of extravagant hope.
Who could she blame?
Her uncle and aunt who pushed her into the Feng family?
Or was it her charming husband?
Not only did she pick up an all-powerful father, but she also had a lover who was willing to die for him …
And there was more than one! They did not even discriminate between men and women!
That was really enough!
What a messy living environment this was!
Xue Luo had once thought: Is it possible that without Feng Xinglang in our lives, our lives would be peaceful and stable?
For the past few days, Xue Luo had locked herself in the master bedroom on the third floor. She decided to trust her husband, the father of her child.
She was not willing to go to Shallow Water Bay to ask for 'help', nor was it convenient to go to Imperial Dragon City to inquire about the situation.
The only thing she could do was to wait.
Every passing minute was torture for Lin Xueluo!
Xue Luo really didn't know how to calm her heart that was filled with longing and worry for her son. Her palms had already been pinched by her own fingernails, leaving behind streaks of bloody marks.
Xue Luo was furious that her own child was used as a hostage, but she was helpless.
When would this kind of life stop? Xue Luo felt that she could not hold on any longer.
The sound of a car horn outside the window interrupted Xue Luo's sorrow. This whistle seemed to be coming from the Feng family's courtyard.
She immediately stood up and approached the window to take a look. With just a glance, tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her husband, Feng Xinglang, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed out of the commercial vehicle.
And in the arms of her husband, Feng Xinglang, was actually carrying his sleeping son, Lin Nuo!
"Nuo Nuo … Nuo Nuo …"
Xue Luo, who had regained her senses, immediately stumbled out of the bedroom and ran downstairs. She wished she could grow a pair of wings and fly to her son's side.
Feng Xinglang, who had been pushed out of the car, leaned over and kissed his son again. The little thing was still sleeping soundly, his little face was red.
Feng Xinglang, who had rushed to Shallow Water Bay, after seeing that his son was safe, his first reaction was to bring the little thing back to the Feng family and return him to his wife, the mother of his child!
Because Feng Xinglang knew that the woman was more worried about his son's disappearance than him!
The son was born of a woman who had borne him for ten months, and who was more anxious than any man for her own flesh and blood.
Fortunately, Hetun did not stop them. He immediately called for a spacious commercial vehicle and personally escorted his own son and grandson back to the Feng family.
Putting himself in their shoes, he could understand how worried Lin Xueluo was about her missing child!
"Nuo Nuo … Nuo Nuo …"
Xue Luo, who had rushed out of the living room, tripped on the stairs and almost rolled and crawled.
"Xue Luo, slow down! Our son is fine. "
Feng Xinglang wanted to get up and help the woman who was stumbling, but he still had a broken leg. In addition, he was carrying his sleeping son in his arms.
"Nuo Nuo … Mommy's dearest son!"
Xue Luo snatched the little thing from Feng Xinglang's arms and hugged him tightly in her arms, using her tear-stained face, she kissed him again and again.
With the help of the medicine, the little fellow slept very soundly. His little face appeared abnormally bright red.
Feng Xinglang quietly watched the woman kissing the child in her arms, his gaze was so gentle that it could drip water.
Fortunately, the woman and the child had safely returned to his side, the pain he had suffered was worth it.
"Nuo Nuo, wake up … open your eyes and look at mommy okay? Nuo Nuo, quickly wake up … "
Xue Luo kissed her son's little face and realized something was wrong, "Xinglang … Nuo Nuo, why hasn't he woken up yet?"
"Fifteen was fed some sleeping medicine by Yan Bang's people."
The one who answered Xue Luo was Hetun, who was behind Feng Xinglang's wheelchair, "He will wake up in a while, don't worry too much."
From his words, it was not hard to tell that his prejudice against Yan Bang was deeply rooted.
Xue Luo only raised her head and looked at Hetun, but did not continue his words.
In her subconscious, Xue Luo's heart was already filled with conflicting feelings towards Hetun.
An overbearing and strong father-in-law who wanted his own daughter-in-law to accept his own son's illegitimate daughter, really made Xue Luo unable to like him!
Although this misunderstanding was solved, but the influence and shadow it produced had already formed in Xue Luo's heart.
Xue Luo caressed her son's little face over and over again, her tears once again unconsciously dripped down. Her little life had returned to her side, this was better than anything else.
"Mrs. Xue Luo, let's return to the house. The wind outside is strong. Second young master's leg … "
The one who spoke was Butler Mo. He was not only concerned about the missing little young master; he was also concerned about the second young master Feng Xinglang whose leg was still fixed with steel plates.
It was not convenient to enter Hetun.
Feng Xinglang letting him escort him all the way to Feng family was already giving him face.
"Ah Lang, take good care of Fifteen … and also take good care of yourself."
Behind the wheelchair, Hetun's concerned voice came over. Feng Xinglang's hand that was holding the wheelchair slightly tightened.
He did not turn his head, nor did he reply to Hetun.
"Uncle Dad, Tuan Tuan will push you into the house."
From behind Xing Shier, a small figure squeezed out.
It was Feng Tuan Tuan.
Little Cutie had always been there. He only silently watched his Uncle Dad and Aunt Nuo Nuo who was sleeping with incomparable love and love.
Little Cutie was envious and even more upset.
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