Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Feng Xinglang, who was unable to contact Cong Gang either, could only wait and see. He wondered if Cong Gang would come looking for him. After all, Cong Gang was hiding in the dark at this moment, he was waiting in the light with Hetun and the group of people.

However, it would not be easy to avoid the Hetun and enter the hotel to see him.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang decided to give Cong Gang a chance to see him easily.

He looked down from the window and saw that it was more than 20 floors high, dispelling any thoughts of climbing down.

After pondering for a moment, he decided to swagger out of the room.

The corridor was empty; the Hetun was not looking at him?

But why look at himself? He was not a prisoner!

Feng Xinglang pulled up the collar of his casual attire, lowered his head, and quickly walked away quietly and quietly.

Everything went smoothly, and he actually managed to take the elevator to the bottom floor. He didn\'t go out from the hall, but rather took a detour through a side door.

But just as he stepped out of the west gate, Feng Xinglang saw Xing Ba quietly standing in front of him.

"Prince Xing, where are you going to take a breather and enjoy the cool breeze?"

"I\'ll come out and eat! "What about you?"

Feng Xinglang smiled like a gentleman.

"What a coincidence, I\'ll also come out to eat!"

Xing Ba comforted his four limbs, "Ah … In this cool night, it is my greatest fortune to be able to go out for a walk with a dragon and phoenix from Prince Xing! "

"Enough, Xing Ba, stop putting on airs with me!"

Feng Xinglang reprimanded her coldly, he turned and looked around, "I want to look for Cong Gang, help me settle Hetun!"

"Prince Xing, you\'re making things difficult for me! Although you are the crown prince, but you are a subject of the court, so I still have to listen to my foster father! "

Xing Ba\'s slyness was also forced out of him by Feng Xinglang.

foster father Hetun was not easy to serve, the crown prince was even more so. But he could offend Feng Xinglang, but she could not go against the foster father Hetun.

"Hetun wanted you to follow me? Or are you watching me? " Feng Xinglang asked.

"Did you misunderstand again? Father wants me to protect you! "

"That\'s enough!" I will go and see Cong Gang, you will be in charge of protecting me! "

"This …" Xing San was speechless, "But my foster father had also instructed me not to let you leave this hotel."

"And if I have to leave?"

Feng Xinglang looked at him coldly and asked, "Do you dare to attack me?"

"I don\'t dare to..."

Xing Ba squinted his eyes, and lowered his voice: "But someone dares!"

"Who?"

Before Feng Xinglang even finished his sentence, he felt a cold feeling on his neck, and that cool area instantly spread out from the surface of his skin and the texture of his muscles.

"A newborn calf that isn\'t afraid of a tiger!"

Following Xing Ba\'s reply, Feng Xinglang slowly weakened his robust body; in the end, he was stopped by the person behind him.

"Seventeen, well done! I will praise you in front of my foster father! "

Xing Ba reached out his hand and gently patted Xing Shiqi\'s head, "Carry him upstairs! This scourge should not be able to create any waves tonight! "

… ….

Being moved was being moved, being stirred up was being moved; Xing San who had calmed down was still quite rational.

He knew very well that this was the best chance to treat Lan Youyou! If he missed it, then the only thing left for Lan Youyou to do was to die.

Also, Feng Tuantuan\'s whereabouts, was currently her only bargaining chip!

Xing San also knew that since he had committed such a heinous crime, the foster father Hetun would definitely not let him off! With Hetun\'s connections and resources, coming here was only a matter of time!

Xing San took the risk to bring Lan Youyou out of the Feng Family, and it was also because he had the urge to do it at the last minute. The impulse of a moment had already caused him to sink into the bottomless abyss. He could not escape!

Could it be that the calm on the surface was brewing up the violent winds and torrential rain in the future?

If he wanted to bring Lan Youyou whose life was on the line along with him, the possibility of him escaping while being chased around by the Hetun was not very high.

All Xing San could do was wait and see. As long as Hetun and the rest did not obtain Feng Tuantuan\'s whereabouts, he could at least leave them with their lives! But if Lan Youyou stopped her treatment, she might very well die right away!

He had already transferred enough money to Lan Youyou\'s medical account!

Even if something were to happen to him, that money would be enough for Lan Youyou to look at his entire life.

In order to avoid Lan Youyou\'s pestering, she was worried that her heart would soften after hearing it. Thus, Xing San no longer entered the Intensive Care Unit in front of her when she was awake, and only stayed outside the ward, tormenting herself while waiting.

He was waiting for his destiny!

Cong Gang patiently waited for Xing San for two days. But Xing San didn\'t seem to have any intention of leaving with Lan Youyou at all.

Looking at the current situation, the flirting between Feng Xinglang and Feng Xinglang had no effect. He must have failed!

The deceitful Xing San didn\'t continue to follow their plan.

Cong Gang was patient, but the Hetun seemed to be impatient.

Firstly, his own son Feng Xinglang kept playing with him. Secondly, Hetun felt that there was no need to sit still and wait for death.

Since he couldn\'t wait for the result, he could only take the initiative to ask for it!

Xing San, on the other hand, stayed in the hospital without leaving an inch away. It seemed to be a little tricky to openly bring him out of the Bangkok International Hospital. The key thing was that Xing San would resist, he shouldn\'t cooperate.

The fact that Xing San was able to escape with his life after being hunted down by his sworn brothers showed that he truly had his own outstanding points;

Hetun felt that it was necessary for him to personally go meet Xing San, this unfilial son.

And that Seventh Elder Lan Youyou …

Did he just kill him? Or take them away?

All this while, Hetun had always spared Lan Youyou\'s life because of the matter of Feng Lixin having saved his son before, and because of Feng Lixin\'s sincere pleas, as well as his guilt towards his own son.

However, the Hetun could no longer tolerate Lan Youyou being disobedient again and again! It was best to settle the matter conveniently so as not to cause too much trouble.

Afraid that if Xing Shiqi couldn\'t control himself and hurt his own son, Hetun would leave the tactful Xing Lao to guard his own son, Feng Xinglang.

"Foster father, are you really going to meet third brother personally?"

Xing Shi\'er asked in a soft and melancholy voice. Since they were both foster fathers of the Hetun, it was inevitable that they would have the feeling that they were born from the same root, and that there was no need for them to be impatient.

"He\'s not your third brother!"

Hetun snorted, "He\'s a traitor!"

"Father, you don\'t have to go personally. Seventeen and I will bring him back to see you! "

Xing Shi\'er didn\'t seem to want to face the scene of foster father Hetun personally cutting off his unfilial son. Although Xing San deserved to be punished for his crimes, they had all been raised by the same foster father.

"Old Tweleve …"

Hetun let out a long sigh, as if she could read Xing Shi\'er\'s thoughts, "To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself! Even though Ol \'Three is my foster son, I also feel quite sorry for him. However, he kept causing trouble for my foster father... Furthermore, it was destroying the life of Ah Lang\'s family... Father really can\'t tolerate him anymore! "

"I understand, foster father." It\'s third brother who deserves it! "

Xing Shi\'er\'s thought process was quite simple. He was purely loyal to the Hetun.

In his opinion, what foster father Hetun said was all true.

"Yes." Then let\'s go. Let your second brother control that floor first. "

"Alright, foster father."

The Hetun stood up, and Xing Shi\'er immediately followed closely by his side, not moving an inch.

When Xing Ba found out that the foster father Hetun had led people to make a move against Xing San, he was in a bad mood. It seemed that the temper of her foster father wasn\'t alleviated by the passage of time. She was already so old, but her conduct and actions were still as explosive as before.

Glancing at Feng Xinglang who was still deep in sleep, Xing Ba, who couldn\'t wake up nor couldn\'t, could only let out a long sigh.

Hopefully, Xing San\'s fate won\'t be too miserable.

After these past few days of treatment and the effects of the medicine, Lan Youyou was already able to sleep peacefully for a few hours every day. She would not be awakened by the pain in her body.

Xing San sat beside Lan Youyou\'s sickbed and held her hand tightly: A withered and fleshless hand!

He heard sounds coming from outside the door and turned his head, only to be met with a silencer on the back of his head.

The one holding the spear was Xing Shiqi.

Then, the Hetun, accompanied by Xing Shi\'er, walked in with cold steps.

"YI …" "Foster father..."

Xing San muttered, and was stunned.

"You still have the face to call me foster father?"

Hetun snorted, her eyes sweeping towards the unconscious Lan Youyou, the seventh brother, and scoffed, "You still can\'t forget about her!"

"Foster father... I was wrong! "

Xing San slowly returned Lan Youyou\'s hand back into the blanket and covered it.

"Too late!"

Hetun retorted coldly, "I\'ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you tell me where Feng Lixin\'s daughter is, I\'ll leave you with an intact corpse!"

Hetun was overbearing and headstrong.

Not only did he want Xing San to die, he also wanted to know Feng Tuantuan\'s whereabouts.

At this point, he should have thought that Xing San was not that obedient.

"Father, I will tell you where Feng Tuantuan is. "But not now …"

Xing San was very calm. He knew that the appearance of the Hetun was already a sign of his death.

"What? You still want to bargain with me?"

Hetun glared at Xing San, "Do you think I would have the patience to wait? You deserve it! "

Xing San fell silent and no longer spoke.

In front of the stubborn Hetun, words were useless.

"Third brother, you should quickly tell us where Feng Lixin\'s daughter is."

Xing Shi\'er advised Xing San along with him, "If you anger your foster father, you will … It\'s going to be an embarrassing death. "

"At this point, do you think third brother is still afraid of death?"

Xing San smiled faintly, "Old Tweleve, don\'t be anxious. My fate will also be yours in the future."

"No!" Never! Because I will never be able to betray my foster father! "

Xing Shi\'er snorted, with an unswerving determination, he refuted Xing San.

"Heh heh... "Hahahaha..."

Xing San laughed, his laugh was bitter and sarcastic, "Back then, Third Brother was the same as you! I never thought of betraying my godfather. I just fell in love with Seventh Bro. I wanted to protect her, protect her … Is this wrong? "

Xing Shi\'er did not understand love. Thus, he could not feel the pain that Xing San was in.

He only felt that it was not worth it for Xing San to be willing to pay such a price for Lan Youyou!

For a woman, was it worth it?

In any case, Xing Shi\'er felt that what Xing San did was not worth it!