Chapter 1225 Waiting to Hold Granddaughter

It was just that Feng Xinglang was short-sighted. Could it be that Lin Xueluo was also short-sighted?

She actually allowed her husband to stay away from home in the middle of the night and hang out with a man who was abnormal in that regard?

Isn't this seeking death?

To be precise, he should be assisting Yan Bang in seeking death!

You know, the more Yan Bang behaves like this, the less Hetun will let him go!

Even if he could escape the first grade of junior high school, he could not escape the fifteenth grade.

What's more, the current Yan State is still a poverty-stricken State!

It's not just that Feng Xinglang can keep him if he wants to.

When Feng Xinglang woke up, the sun was already shining outside the window.

There was no Yan Bang paying attention and no noisy Bai Mo beside him.

I heard a noise in the room and waited for the waiter outside to knock on the door to come in.

"Mr. Feng, do you want your breakfast to be brought to your room?"

"No! Where are you, Mr. Bai?"

"Mr. Bai is accompanying Mr. Yan for ankle correction surgery. It is estimated that the operation will be over by now."

He was really obedient... At least at this moment, Feng Xinglang was feeling happy.

"General Manager Yan will be recuperating in your resort for a while, and I will ask you to take care of him!"

"Mr. Feng, you're very polite. It's our honor for Mr. Yan to train in our villa."

Instead of staying at the resort to wait for Yan Bang to complete his ankle correction surgery, Feng Xinglang rushed back to GK Ventures.

After parking his car in a special parking space, as soon as he reached the elevator entrance, a phantom floated in front of him and blocked his way.

It's Xing Ba.

"You were sneaky this early in the morning. Was it your adoptive father who taught you?"

"Prince Xing's face is full of joy. I think he had a lot of fun last night!"

Xing Ba boldly teased Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang's thick sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and he asked coldly: "Are you following me?"

"Yan Bang's resurrection from the dead is a happy event, so there is no harm in celebrating it!"

"Does Hetun know?"

"So a bunch of photos of brothers embracing each other in the water were sent to me by a mysterious person. My adoptive father has a low eyelid. It would be difficult for my adoptive father to pretend to be blind!"

This is the line that Xing Ba thought about all night. The rather suggestive word "a mysterious person" was deliberately used.

He couldn't say: Your dear father sent Xing Shiqi to follow you, accidentally took those photos, and then sent them directly to Hetun to claim credit. In fact, it was not a request for credit. Xing Shiqi was just following Hetun's orders.

A mysterious person? A bunch of photos of each other embracing in the water?

Feng Xinglang instinctively thought of Cong Gang. It seems that he remembers very clearly: Cong Gang once reminded him to be careful that Hetun will not let Yan Bang, who has come back from the dead, go!

What does this bitch want to do?

While rescuing Yan Bang and enjoying the benefits; at the same time, he went to inform Hetun?

What is his ultimate goal? Or do you want to put Yan Bang to death?

It seems that Cong Gang has taken the blame for this!

"Prince Xing, as the adopted son of Hetun, we really don't want to see you and your father having a serious dispute! That would make our life difficult!"

"So you came here early in the morning to ventilate me first? And you came in person?"

Feng Xinglang smiled lightly.

"Do you think I do? You won't answer the important phone call! It's okay if you don't answer. Let Yan Bang answer..."

Xing Bayou sighed, "Think about it, if this call was made by your biological father, the person who answered the phone was Yan Bang...and it was the middle of the night! My adoptive father didn't chase him with a knife and go to the resort to kill him. Weird!"

Feng Xinglang had a gloomy look on his face, "Did you call me last night? Or was it Yan Bang who answered the phone?"

"Do you think I can make up a story to amuse you? Prince Xing, I really don't have that much time."

"Then Hetun... what else did you come up with?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"You said my adoptive father..."

Xing Ba hesitated, "Anyway, a father can't tolerate a man who is abnormal in X and pesters his only son all day long! My adoptive father is still waiting to hold his granddaughter!"

Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, "I understand... Xing Laoba, thank you!"

"You're welcome! Why did we all have the surname Xing?"

Feeling that Feng Xinglang's face turned a little ugly, he quickly added: "At least my surname is Xing!"

On the way back to Repulse Bay, Xing Shiqi looked gloomily at Xing Ba, who had been silent.

"Bago, did I do something wrong?"

"It's not that wrong! It's just that it's so wrong!"

"Bago... Is it wrong to do things according to the orders of my adoptive father?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you about the relationship between my foster father and Feng Xinglang, as well as Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang first!"

In the next half hour, Xing Ba analyzed this complicated-sounding relationship to Xing Shiqi one by one.

Xing Shiqi was a little confused! But I finally understood.

…

"Brother Bang, I brought you what you asked for."

What Bai Mo Feng Feng Huohuo brought from Bai Mansion was a black leather suitcase. It's not very big. It's smaller than an ordinary suitcase and can't hold many things. And Bai Mo picked it up quite easily.

This is the secret between Bai Mo and Yan Bang!

Yan Bang had told Bai Mo more than once: If one day he really died suddenly on the streets, he would ask Bai Mo to take out this black suitcase from Yulong City.

It was more than a month after Yan Bang's death that Bai Mo remembered to take out the suitcase from Yulong City. Fortunately, they were able to catch Yulong City before it fell into Cong Gang's hands.

There is another agreement: if Feng Xinglang cries at Yan Bang's funeral, or is heartbroken because of Yan Bang's death, Bai Mo can give this suitcase to Feng Xinglang!

Unfortunately, Feng Xinglang did not show any sadness until the memorial service for Yan Bang was over; his life was still quite comfortable. How could such a Feng Xinglang let Bai Mo give him Yan Bang's precious relics!

"Brother Bang, what good things do you have hidden in this suitcase?" Bai Mo approached and asked.

Yan Bang, who had already undergone left ankle correction surgery, just touched the suitcase for a while, but did not open it.

"Brother Bang, after all, you are better to Feng Lao Er than to me!"

Bai Mo muttered dissatisfiedly, "What good treasures are left to Feng Er... and never think of me!"

"It's not a treasure! Look how jealous you are!"

Yan Bang threw the suitcase aside, lay back on the rattan chair and began to close his eyes and rest.

"Could it be... a love letter to Feng Er?"

Bai Mo, who is extremely curious, always has such strange ideas.

Yan Bang curled his lips coldly, "Don't imagine! I only regard Feng Xinglang as my own brother!"

"You're kidding me!"

Bai Mo rolled his eyes, "If you don't have that relationship with Feng Er, I'll write my name backwards!"

"Mo San, Feng Xinglang has his own family; he has a wife and children! Even if I really have that extra relationship with him, I will kill it! So, from now on, you are not allowed to talk nonsense! Especially in front of the Feng family! Do you understand?"

Bai Mo looked at Yan Bang quietly, and after a long time he murmured: "Brother Bang, you have changed!"

"It's not me who has changed! It's..."

"It's Feng Er?" Bai Mo interrupted.

Yan Bang smiled faintly, "There are some things that Feng Xinglang has no choice about! But he is unwilling... but powerless to change!"