Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

What was that old fogey trying to do?

Or perhaps, it was just a secret method of exchange between the Hetun and Cong Gang?

After getting rid of Yan Bang, they were even continuing to play with Cong Gang in secret?

Was this old fellow full? Or did he think that he didn\'t die fast enough?!

However, Feng Xinglang was also clear that the death of Yan Bang was at most a cruel and cold spectator. The direct reason was that he had gotten angry and offended that troublesome thing, Fang Ruhai.

And now, between the Hetun and Cong Gang ….

The deep hatred and hatred between them could be said to have existed for a long time! If one side wanted to kill the other side, they had the motive and the ability to do so.

But why did he have to use Feng Tuantuan as the fuse?

Not only did it affect the fishes in the pool, it was also a form of contempt and terrible injury to him, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang quickly walked downstairs, wanting to find a random Hetun to interrogate. With how arrogant and conceited Hetun was, if he was the one who did this, he wouldn\'t dare to do it and not dare to do it.

In fact, Feng Xinglang had his own doubts too: If Hetun wanted to deal with Cong Gang, she would directly bring people to Qibei Mountain City to kill him. That would also fit Hetun\'s viciousness and ruthlessness.

Using a four year old little girl as an example shouldn\'t seem like it was done by a tyrannical Hetun.

However, now that all the clues were pointing towards the Hetun, Feng Xinglang felt that it was indeed necessary to make this trip.

Just as he went downstairs, he saw the Old Mo and the driver carrying his brother, Feng Lixin, towards the main villa of the Feng Family.

"What happened to my brother?"

Feng Xinglang rushed forward quickly and took the breathless Feng Lixin from the Old Mo\'s hands.

"First Young Master fell outside the district. He probably injured his leg."

Old Mo was also panting heavily. Although he looked to be getting on in years, but he was already past the age of a jellyfish, if he wanted to control Feng Lixin who was anxious to find her daughter, he would need to use more than just his physical strength.

Feng Lixin\'s leg seemed to be dragging itself; his other leg was also limping; his face that could not calm down had turned pale white.

"Feng Lixin, do you want to die?"

Feng Xinglang reached out his arms and wrapped them around Feng Lixin\'s waist to support his body.

"Xinglang... Have you found the whereabouts of the regiment? "

The hand Feng Lixin was holding onto Feng Xinglang\'s shoulder, was trembling; his entire being was trapped in extreme anxiety and panic, and unable to control itself.

"Since you\'re so unfaithful, even if I find you, I won\'t tell you!"

Feng Xinglang scoffed somewhat angrily. Looking at Feng Lixin\'s half-dead appearance, his heart ached with both pain and fury.

"Xinglang... If something happens to them, I. "I …"

"How are you?"

Feng Xinglang took over Feng Lixin\'s words, "You won\'t be able to continue living, right? Feng Lixin, can\'t you help yourself not cause trouble for me? My beloved good big brother?! "

"I am their biological father … Her daughter had disappeared, but there was nothing she could do! I can only worry! "

Feng Lixin choked with sobs, he was so sad that he couldn\'t even speak.

Looking at Feng Lixin whose face was filled with tears that could barely hold back, Feng Xinglang instinctively hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Enough, stop howling!" Feng Lixin, you just wait obediently at home! I already have a bunch of people falling! "

These words were undoubtedly to pacify Feng Lixin. Because even now, Feng Xinglang was not sure whether the ball was in Cong Gang\'s hands or the Hetun\'s!

Or was it that his direction had been wrong from the beginning?

But regardless of whether it was right or wrong, since Basong said that the person had the same methods as the foster son, the first thing he had to do was confirm it;

"What?" Do you know what happened to Bundle? Where is she? "Where are the lumps?"

With the whereabouts of his daughter, Feng Lixin excitedly asked.

"I\'m not completely sure yet, but I have an idea!"

Feng Xinglang tenderly lifted Feng Lixin\'s ears and said, "I\'m going out for a while, stay at home and wait for my news, you\'re not allowed to go anywhere, understand?"

"Xinglang, let me go with you …" I can\'t just sit around and do nothing! "

Feng Lixin grabbed Feng Xinglang\'s arm, like a child who had lost his sense of security.

Feng Xinglang opened his palm and wiped away the tears on Feng Lixin\'s face. He laughed bitterly: "Feng Lixin, I can\'t do anything to you! Fine, then follow me! But don\'t get too emotional! Otherwise, when your daughter comes back, she\'ll have no mother and no father! "

No mother?

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled: Does that Lan Youyou know that her daughter is missing?

Thus, he casually asked, "Old Mo, does Lan Youyou know that the ball disappeared?"

"I know …" Just a moment ago, they had the Nanny An give them a call and ask them for their whereabouts. "

Butler Mo\'s words made Feng Xinglang\'s brows slightly knit together: A mother, a dying mother, her daughter had disappeared, yet she still didn\'t die from anxiety? He could actually make a phone call?

With Lan Youyou\'s current condition, she should have died from anxiety, right? Even if she didn\'t die, he would at least vomit blood! But she hadn\'t heard the news of the Nanny An coming over to report Lan Youyou\'s illness!

What a cold mother!

"Let the doctor see your leg first."

At that time, Feng Xinglang did not think too much into it.

"Xinglang, I\'m fine. Really nothing... "Don\'t waste any time looking for a group."

Feng Lixin struggled to get down from Feng Xinglang\'s embrace, but he kept on holding his back.

"If something were to happen to you … I won\'t be able to survive either! "Be good, be good!"

Feng Xinglang purposely said it in such an emotional manner. It was very suitable to deal with Feng Lixin.

Feng Xinglang was clear: whether it was the people from Hetun or Cong Gang, none of them would harm their niece Feng Tuantuan. For the time being, they should be safe.

… ….

The anxious Feng Lixin did not really cooperate with the doctor\'s examination.

"Xinglang, there\'s no need to check anymore. Let\'s hurry up and go look for the team."

"Bound Boat is my niece. I can be considered half a father to her. I don\'t feel any less for her than you, my father!"

Feng Xinglang chatted casually with Feng Lixin, but there was something else revolving in his mind.

"Xinglang, I\'m really alright … "He\'s a coward, he\'s been missing for more than ten hours. She\'ll cry …"

"But if you don\'t treat your injured leg like this, this little brother of mine will cry from the pain."

Feng Xinglang continued to strike up a conversation while frowning and pondering: There\'s always something that doesn\'t make sense to me. Not only did he feel that Hetun did not have the motive to kidnap her niece …

Basong walked in.

"President Feng, the Hetun\'s people have come. It\'s in a black business car not far from the villa. "

Basong found out about Xing Ba who was forced by the Hetun to come and help.

Xing Ba was extremely unwilling to accept such a thankless task. However, he could not casually go against the Hetun\'s instructions.

Therefore, he could only stand guard outside the courtyard of Feng Family\'s villa and wait for Lord Prince Xing\'s movements.

He came here on his own accord? Very good!

Feng Xinglang wanted to capture someone from the Hetun to interrogate them!

"Who is it? Xing Ba, or Xing Shi\'er? "

Xing Ba was the most likely target.

With Xing Wu\'s IQ, it was not really appropriate for him to do this kind of task on his own.

Under normal circumstances, Xing Shi\'er would always stay close to Hetun; furthermore, Linnuo\'s little friend was also at Hetun\'s place.

"It should be Xing Family\'s eighth brother."

Basong casually added, "I think he is here to ask for forgiveness." Instantly, the smell of gunpowder grew stronger.

"You will guard my brother!" I\'m going out for a bit! "

After giving his instructions, Feng Xinglang stood up and walked out of the study room.

Xing Ba sat on the first passenger seat and leisurely ate his chocolate bean.

It was rare for a man to enjoy such a sweet treat. In the past, it would mostly fight with fifteenth brother for food, but now the little guy had already hated this kind of dessert, and only Xing Ba was left to enjoy it.

From the second Feng Xinglang walked out of Feng Family\'s villa, Xing Ba had been staring at him. Judging from Feng Xinglang\'s gaze and route, he was probably heading straight for his business car.

"Seventeen, get out of the car and leave first. I can\'t let Prince Xing see you right now. That fellow has taken over his position as the crown prince and is committing all sorts of preposterous acts, so it\'s not easy to serve him! "

Judging from Feng Xinglang\'s hostile aura, it was not hard to tell that he was not in a good mood. The ones who would suffer would be these innocent foster son s of theirs.

It would be weird if Feng Xinglang\'s mood was good since the foster father Hetun had taken his wife and child away.

Xing Shiqi moved quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, from the opening of the car door to the cat getting out.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Feng Xinglang\'s fighter smashed against the window of the car, waking him up.

Xing Ba immediately opened the window: "Prince Xing, come in to talk."

"Are you watching me?"

Feng Xinglang got on the carriage, and bellowed: "Or are you asking for punishment, and preparing to return my niece?"

"Prince Xing, it\'s a big misunderstanding! Lin Xueluo called my foster father to ask him to come and pick them up, and then, my foster father was invited to come.

Xing Ba did not seem to expect that Feng Xinglang would ask about his niece, Feng Tuantuan! Shouldn\'t foster father forcibly bring Lin Xueluo and her son away?

"Xing Ba, don\'t you dare be so rebellious. All the signs indicate that the people from the Hetun kidnapped Wu Ji last night! "

Seeing how serious Feng Xinglang was speaking, and that he did not have any intention to joke around with him, Xing Ba\'s expression tensed up.

"What does it mean that my foster father did it?"

Feng Xinglang did not beat around the bush with Xing Ba and told him everything he had seen and heard last night.

Xing Ba started to ponder: Was Basong deliberately framing them, or did foster father Hetun really send people to do it? To let the new foster son practice?

He felt that the possibility of it being the latter wasn\'t too high! foster father Hetun was not brain-damaged, how could she screw over her own son\'s family?!

"How, how do you deny it?"

"Prince Xing, this is a huge misunderstanding!"

Xing Ba swallowed his saliva for a moment, "Let\'s not talk about my foster father not doing anything to harm his own son\'s family. Even\'s description is worth considering! Furthermore, my foster father is busy making grievances for your family, how can he send people to abduct Feng Tuantuan? He does not lack the foster daughter of the foster son! "

"Then what you mean is: Basong is framing you?"