After ten minutes of silence, Feng Xinglang squeezed the painful brows and temples, and then restarted Lexus, whistling back towards Feng's home. Because Feng family still has his baby and his son!
Feng Lixin they have been waiting in the living room.
Feng Lixin called Feng Xinglang, but after being busy twice, he stopped calling and stayed at Feng's house.
Mo Ranran, who was so sleepy, yawned. After all, it is already around 1am, and my eyes are sticking together.
"Ran Ran, go upstairs and go to bed with you."
Feng Lixin covered his thick pajamas on Mo Ranran's body; but Mo Ranran was put on his shoulders again.
"Let's go upstairs and go to sleep with you! Just because of your resistance, don't take a rest, and you will not be able to climb tomorrow if you climb!"
Mo Ranran's physique is far better than Feng Lixin who was tortured by a serious illness.
"Master, Ran Ran, both of you are going to rest. I'll wait for Master Two to return."
The housekeeper Mo Li distressed and frail young master Feng Lixin naturally felt distressed and so yawning that his daughter was "yawned."
"Sister Xue Luo wants to go out, why don't you say hello to us? It's so worrying to leave home silently!"
Mo Ranran frowned anxiously. "Dad, where did you say that Xueluo went? She is still pregnant with Baby! She can't be scared or tired."
"I feel like ... there should be someone to pick her up! It's very time now, and Xue Luo finds a safe place to avoid first, and it's helpless for safety reasons!"
Feng Lixin sighed slightly, "I just hope that this disaster will pass quickly. Xueluo can go home early and the family of four live peacefully together."
"Why is it a family of four? We are not humans? Everyone in this family is looking forward to Xueluo and her baby!"
Tonight is her wedding night with Feng Lixin. Legal wedding night.
Originally Mo Ranran was still tangled: to climb Li Xin's bed tonight ... or not to climb Li Xin's bed?
If you climb, are you actively climbing? Or half-push to climb?
Does Li Xin prefer a woman who is more reserved, or a woman who is more open?
But now that I'm fine, I don't have to worry about it myself. Because it's two o'clock in the morning, it should be exactly the next day.
"Well, what about this Hetun ... how many disasters did it bring to Second Master!" Mo butler sighed.
"Dad, don't say this in front of Xinglang. After all, Xinglang and Hetun have a blood-parent-parent relationship."
To tell the truth, when Feng Lixin called Mo Steward ‘Dad’, it was really smooth! Or in the subtle way, he had already regarded the Mo butler who was serving him as his father. It is his blessing to have Mo's steward who is so dedicated and loves his daddy wholeheartedly.
"I know the young master. I am also distressed to the second master!" Mo butler still respected the son-in-law Feng Lixin as the young master.
"Who said no!"
Feng Lixin also sighed, "I really don't know what Xinglang owed him in his lifetime ... this life will be tortured and disaster like this!"
After hearing the sudden sound from the courtyard, Feng Lixin immediately ended the topic.
"It should be the second master!" The butler Mo immediately came forward.
"Xing Lang, how about Xue Luo? Is she okay?" Feng Lixin asked tightly.
The exhausted Feng Xinglang did not answer, but nodded weakly.
"Brother, you all go to rest! Tonight, but your wedding night ... it's all out of date! Hold on to it and be too late!"
Seeing Feng Xinglang was so humorous, Feng Lixin was relieved. But he didn't ask Feng Xinglang about the place where Xue Luo hides, because the fewer people know, the safer Xue Luo and the children in her stomach will be.
"Feng Er, where is Xueluo? Where did she go? She is still pregnant with her child. No one can take care of it!"
Feng Lixin understood the stakes, but Mo Ranran was less alert or thoughtful.
"Rest assured, she and the children are fine."
In response, Feng Xinglang's throat was jerky. Why didn't he want his pregnant wife to stay with him and take good care of him.
In the children's room on the third floor, Lin Nuo, who was growing up, slept soundly.
Maybe it's not that the mother and the child are indifferent, but that the little one feels that the mummy is safe. In the words of the little guy: The big caterpillar is the most powerful and the best!
Feng Xinglang took over and kissed the little guy's forehead with his slightly chapped lips.
It has been miserable to have him and his wife disturbed!
Without further ado, Feng Xinglang stepped out of his son's room, entered the study, and called Xing Ba.
"Is the snow falling safe?" Xing Ba picked up quickly and should not have fallen asleep.
"Safe." Feng Xinglang said in response, and then said tightly, "Let your right father answer the phone, I have something to discuss with him!"
Feng Xinglang told Hetun concisely the first-hand information obtained from Cong Gang; Hetun was also quite heavy after listening.
He is not afraid of death, but now there is something more tangled and painful than death: it is related to the safety of his son's family of four!
In order to get revenge on Xing Er, he explained to his most powerful and affectionate righteous son, He Tun set aside his life and death, and labored with his sons and hires to rush to Mexico City while Seresto was living, Destroyed 13 families!
It is impossible for Seresto to report such hatred. Besides, Seresto had been very vengeful at first, but now it was extremely vicious.
"I've prepared what you want! I found two! Probably arrive tonight!"
The call lasted for an hour. Rarely, the father and son didn't argue and argued, but discussed and planned together how to get Selesto out.
After hanging up, Feng Xinglang was exhausted physically and mentally.
It was difficult to forgive Hetun, his biological father in this life, but he still suffers the evil consequences of his evil deeds!
Seriously, now that he has a wife and a child, he is used to and longs for a peaceful and quiet life.
Looking forward to the little life in the wife's belly, I want to witness and participate in the growth and growth of small things with my wife every second! He was really tired of such killing days.
When he returned to his son's room, the little thing still slept soundly. Everything that happened at this midnight did not disturb him.
Feng Xinglang lay sideways beside the little guy. When he was about to fall asleep while holding his son's flesh and body, the little thing was disgusted and pushed and twisted; in the end, he only held the small P-shares towards him.