Chapter 1172 Lack of Uncle to Serve

"Damn it, so you really know?!"

Feng Xinglang, who had been frowning for several days, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes. He jumped over the board of the first-class chair and rushed over, "Quickly, where is Xing San?"

"You want to know?"

Cong Gang asked with a gentle expression. There was a gentle light in his eyes.

"Of course I do! Say it quickly!"

Feng Xinglang was excited and excited to know the whereabouts of his niece Feng Tuantuan.

"Even if you beg me sincerely...I won't tell you! You know the reason!"

"I don't know!"

Feng Xinglang's muscular figure jumped over and suppressed Cong Gang, "Speak quickly! Or I'll kill you!"

The sound of fighting attracted the flight attendants; but Feng Xinglang, who was crawling on Cong Gang, still showed no intention of restraining himself.

"If we go to find Xing San now, we will only alert the enemy! With Xing San's keenness and cunning, he has already escaped from his shell before we can get close to him!"

Cong Gang, who was pinned down by Feng Xinglang, looked at the flight attendants who came forward in embarrassment. His originally handsome and resolute face was also stained with embarrassment:

"Besides, he has such a good shield as Feng Tuantuan. If he points a gun at your niece's head with one hand and your head with the other, will you resist or not? Xing San committed the crime in a gang. Not alone!"

That's enough!

Cong Gang, who couldn't bear it anymore, used a strenuous and strenuous carp push to force Feng Xinglang's body to roll into the aisle beside him, and pushed him away.

"This-man-has-intermittent-neuropathy!"

"..."

Mexico City is the most populous urban area in the Americas and the highest urban area in the world. This oldest city in the Western Hemisphere is dotted with ancient Indian cultural relics.

Not sure if there was something wrong with the Mexican pizza he ate or if he was not hygienic enough with the tuna tacos, Feng Xinglang got upset that night.

He was a difficult master to take care of originally, but now he is even more difficult to take care of.

Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang some medicine, but he was so acclimated that he vomited it all.

After struggling for three or four hours, Feng Xinglang almost collapsed.

Cong Gang probed Feng Xinglang's forehead again, but there was no sign of fever.

"It's better to take an injection! The effect will be better and faster."

"……roll!"

Of course Cong Gang wouldn't roll away. He lay on his side on the edge of the bed with his clothes on, constantly monitoring Feng Xinglang's condition.

…

At this moment, Shencheng was undoubtedly undefended.

At least that's the case for Xing San!

Hetun took Lin Xueluo and his son back to Fort Pett; while Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang pursued them to Mexico City.

The only people left in the Feng family were some old, young, women, children and the sick and disabled.

One Basong is not enough to cause trouble!

Just as Cong Gang expected: Xing San committed the crime in a gang.

He has his eyeliner in Shanghai. Always report to him the whereabouts of Hetun and Feng Xinglang.

But Xing San never contacted Lan Youyou.

Until Feng Tuantuan woke up crying in his arms.

Feng Tuantuan's cry was not loud, he was humming like a cat.

After all, the little guy was less than five years old, and he couldn't bear the fear and anxiety of the past few days alone. Being alone in a foreign land, in a strange and terrifying environment, the little guy cried in his sleep just thinking about it.

"Why are you crying again?"

Xing San kissed the little thing's cheek and wiped away her tears lovingly like a father.

"Tuantuan wants to go home... Tuantuan misses Papa..."

The little cutie sobbed softly, for fear that her voice would be too loud and Xing San would be unhappy.

"Didn't my good father tell you that Feng Lixin is not your biological father, he is just your adoptive father! So, you don't have to think about him anymore!"

Xing San turned on the bedside table lamp and took out a tissue to dry the little thing's tear-stained face.

"Tuantuan still wants to go home... Good dad, can you send Tuantuan home?"

Feng Tuantuan has always been well-behaved. Knowing that he would be unhappy if he called Xing San the Bad Guy, he kept trying to please him by calling him Good Dad.

"If I send you home, then my good father will be alone... He will be very lonely!"

Xing San used his sharp-jointed fingers to smooth out Feng Tuantuan's fine hair that was sticky on his forehead and cheeks, "Can Tuantuan be willing to let dad be alone?!"

"But Tuantuan really wants to go home so much... A good father can live with Tuantuan, Papa, and uncle. Just like Tuantuan and brother Nuonuo, they have meals together and go to school together..."

As he spoke, the little thing began to cry pitifully; his big, clear and watery eyes became red and swollen from crying. That pitiful little appearance is really endearing.

"Tuan Tuan, my good father knows that you are very sad now! However, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. A good father must keep you by his side! No one can separate our father and daughter anymore! Feng Lixin can't do it, Feng Lixin can't. Not even Xinglang! They all want to take you as their own! They are so selfish!"

Xing San distorted Feng Tuantuan's cognitive world. In a way that confuses black and white.

As a little thing who is not yet five years old, her cognition is still in a very plastic stage. Regardless of whether she could accept what Xing San said at the time, she had no ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood. In the near future, as Xing San further repeats his statement, the little thing will surely gradually believe it to be true. Then he was forced to accept the cognitive world provided by Xing San.

When he thought of the big python at the exit downstairs, Feng Tuantuan did not dare to say to Xing San: You are the selfish villain!

"Tuantuan wants to go home... Tuantuan really wants to go home..."

Apart from crying softly, the little guy couldn't find any other way to resist.

"Don't cry! Otherwise, my good father will be angry!"

Xing San's good temper seemed to be worn out by the crying little thing, "If the big python downstairs is brought up by crying, then good dad and Tuan Tuan will have to feed the snake together!"

"That Tuantuan stopped crying..."

The little guy stopped crying, but still choked a few times from time to time; his tearful little face was really pitiful.

"That's good! A good father will protect Tuantuan! No matter it is a person or an animal, no one can hurt Tuantuan, nor can they take away Tuantuan!"

Xing San gently patted the little cutie's back, coaxing her to continue to sleep.

…

Xing San doesn't seem to need to take risks.

But Xing San felt that no place would be safer than Shencheng without Hetun and Feng Xinglang.

Not only are there no Hetun and Feng Xinglang, but there are also no Cong Gang and Yan Bang!

Xing San also knew that Hetun and Feng Xinglang might return to Shencheng at any time; but they never thought that he, Xing San, would fight back.

Xing Sanchong returned to Shencheng, of course, not to send Feng Tuantuan back to Feng's family.

Subconsciously, he has regarded Feng Tuantuan as his daughter. How could he possibly return Feng Lixin and Feng Xinglang to him!

The purpose of his return to Shencheng was to see Lan Youyou. It was enough to prove that his true love for Lan Youyou was true.

But the withered and shriveled Lan Youyou, in addition to making him extremely regretful, seemed to be unable to arouse his interest in this cruel reality.

Men are mostly visual creatures!

If you have not experienced growing old together, you will not be able to precipitate and sublimate the already fragile feelings.

But when Xing San saw Lan Youyou who was already on a ventilator in the hospital bed, his heart ached again.

Is this still the woman he has cared for since childhood?

If she had chosen herself, they might have lived a prosperous and comfortable life in Uxmal. Maybe I will give birth to many beautiful girls, as cute and sweet as Tuantuan.

But the girl he had cared for since childhood fell in love with a man he shouldn't have loved! Thus ruining her life!

Until the moment of death, I was still cruel and lonely!

Xing San reached out to his palm and gently touched Lan Youyou's face exposed outside the ventilator: like a dry and stiff body without temperature.

At this moment, Xing San suddenly felt a strong emotion, just to let Lan Youyou die with dignity! Instead of lingering in the Feng family, unable to die or survive.

So, Xing San made an impromptu decision and decided to take Lan Youyou away!

"Girl, third brother will take you away! Go where you should go!"

Xing San leaned over and took off the ventilator from Lan Youyou's cheek. He curled his fingers and explored, still breathing weakly;

This kind of lingering is probably not what Lan Youyou needs.

"Let her go!"

Xing San had just picked up Lan Youyou's skinny body, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a heavy roar behind him.

It's Feng Lixin.

Feng Lixin, who couldn't sleep at night, quietly went downstairs alone to visit his wife Lan Youyou, who was as angry as silk.

But he didn't expect to catch up with Xing San who wanted to take Lan Youyou away.

Xing San didn't panic, he just glanced at Feng Lixin lightly.

"She doesn't belong here! You can't cruelly leave her to die!"

"Whether she dies or not, it's none of your business! She was my wife, Feng Lixin, in life, and she must be my wife in death!"

One of Feng Lixin's legs was clearly dragging, presumably from a fall that had not yet fully recovered.

"Also, give me my daughter back!"

Feng Lixin blocked the door of the ward, with determination and determination like a worm shaking a tree.

"Your daughter? Haha!"

Xing San sneered, "Feng Lixin, I forgot to tell you that Tuantuan is my Xing San's daughter! She calls me good daddy now, how sweet it is!"

"Xing San, you are so despicable!"

The angry Feng Lixin dragged his sick leg and attacked Xing San, who was holding Lan Youyou in his arms...

With such quarrels and fighting methods, it was difficult for Basong not to notice Xing San. But at the same time, Basong also discovered the two followers brought by Xing San.

It wasn't that Basong was afraid, he just felt it was necessary to call the Boss for instructions.

Basong was left by Feng Xinglang in the Feng family to guard him.

When Bassong called, Mexico City was still shrouded in dim morning light.

Cong Gang, who had been tortured by Feng Xinglang for most of the night, was also tired.

I am in need of an uncle to take care of me! It’s so cheap!

"Boss, Xing San returned to the Feng family! He wanted to take Lan Youyou away, and Feng Lixin got into a fight with him!"

"Oh, he is so perverted and bold!"