Chapter 495 Feng Xinglang Will Only Die By Himself

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"Lan Youyou!"

Feng Lixin sternly reprimanded, "It's you who should shut up! Don't impose your dirty and sinful thoughts on Tuantuan! Her world should be clean and pure!"

"Feng Lixin, why do you reprimand me? What qualifications do you have to reprimand me?"

Lan Youyou, who was on the verge of losing control, turned into a hedgehog, who would stab anyone with the spikes on her body.

"Ping Tuantuan called me papa for five years!"

After Feng Lixin paused for a second or two, he answered Lan Youyou like this.

"Damn! Feng Lixin, do you think that if Tuantuan called you Papa, you would really be Tuantuan's father? You are just a counterfeit! It was Feng Xinglang who wanted to take into account your feeling that you were too weak to be vulnerable! Feng Lixin, You should wake up and stop lying to yourself!"

When Lan Youyou cursed Feng Lixin, she almost treated him like a grandson and scolded him severely. Completely disregarding Feng Lixin's feelings.

"The one who should wake up is you, Lan Youyou! If you dare to say or do anything that hurts Tuantuan again, I will definitely not spare you!"

Feng Lixin's eyes were filled with sternness.

This is the result of five years of accumulation and explosion; it is also Feng Lixin's understanding of the heartbroken scene of his younger brother Feng Xinglang after seeing his own son!

For Feng Lixin, his younger brother Feng Xinglang has already paid too much! People's hearts are fleshy, and he can better understand Feng Xinglang's gratitude and touch for the lost and recovered child.

"Then what are you talking about, why don't you spare me?"

Lan Youyou's bluffing nature is still distinct and individual.

"Okay, both of you should say a few words less, it will scare Tuantuan!"

Butler Mo gave a gentle and stern voice, and half-dragged and half-dragged Little Princess Feng from Lan Youyou's arms.

Feng Lixin stopped his sharp refutation with Lan Youyou, and reached out to caress his little princess tenderly and lovingly.

"Tuantuan, remember: that little brother is your real brother whose blood is thicker than water. From now on, you should love each other, understand?"

Feng Lixin said gently. He hoped that little princess Feng could always remain cute and kind.

"Really? Will Tuantuan have a brother in the future?"

The cutie stopped crying, but looked at her mother Lan Youyou with some fear.

"He's not your brother! He's a wild child! You are Feng Xinglang's real princess!"

Of course, Lan Youyou would not recognize Lin Nuo's existence. Feng Xinglang can only be the biological father of her daughter Feng Tuantuan.

"Lan Youyou, wake up! In fact, Tuantuan is..."

"Eldest Young Master!" Steward Mo stopped the out-of-control Feng Lixin, "You should go after Second Young Master! Those people shouldn't hurt Young Master, you chase after him to persuade Second Young Master not to push too hard! We should think long term!"

Seemingly aware of his gaffe, Feng Lixin pursed his thin lips and nodded.

"Take care of Tuantuan." After instructing Butler Mo, Feng Lixin left the Feng family.

In view of Mummy Lan Youyou's sudden hideous appearance, Little Princess Feng was still a little afraid. On weekdays, Mommy would quarrel with Papa, but it wasn't as scary as tonight.

So the little guy hugged Butler Mo's neck tightly, not daring to approach the somewhat abnormal mother, Lan Youyou.

Feng Lixin who walked out of Feng's house called Yan Bang.

He told Yan Bang concisely what happened to Feng's family just now.

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The Ferrari supercar rushed towards the two anti-riot vehicles in front of it like an arrow flying off the string.

Feng Xinglang was only thinking about getting his child back.

The flesh and blood of his dearest relatives, the continuation of his life.

Xiao Shiwu sat in Hetun's arms, feeling bored all the time. Hetun didn't ask him anything, because he could hear everything that happened in Feng's living room. So there is no need to ask.

Feng Xinglang's reaction made Hetun quite satisfied. What he wanted was the subversive emotion that Feng Xinglang felt when he saw his own son. In this way, the multiple-choice questions he will have to do in a few days will add atmosphere.

One is Feng Xinglang's lost son, and the other is Feng Xinglang's daughter raised by himself... It's exciting just thinking about it.

Of course, Hetun can only see the surface of some things.

"Father, Feng Xinglang has caught up."

The voice of Xing Ba in the riot car behind came from the Bluetooth device on the car.

"Then let him chase after you! Even if it's to warm up first!"

Hetun smiled coldly, and stroked the little guy's somewhat dull face with slightly rough fingers.

After hearing what Xing Laoba said, Xiao Shiwu immediately turned his head and looked through the rear window.

In Xing Laoba's anti-riot vehicle, a Ferrari supercar is looming.

That bastard Feng Xinglang really came after him? Isn't this courting death?

The little guy bit his little lip with a gloomy expression. The situation behind the riot car seemed tense.

"Fifteen, are you worried about your adoptive father? Or are you worried about your bastard father?"

Hetun asked in a low voice. There seemed to be a little sourness on it.

how to say? Five years ago when Hetun took the pregnant Lin Xueluo away, his purpose was clear and ruthless: to use the little guy to fight his biological father, Feng Xinglang, to the death!

But after five years of upbringing, Hetun couldn't help but have a different kind of emotion for the little thing in his arms.

And this little thing looks so similar to the woman on his heart!

So, Hetun wanted to deceive himself and have a dream: imagine that the little guy is his and that woman's child...

No matter how fierce and cruel a character is, there is the softest place in his soul!

But when he is awake, Hetun will know clearly: this is just a dream that he will never be able to realize!

"He's not my real father! He's just a bastard!"

The little guy stopped looking behind the car window, turned around and snuggled into Hetun's arms.

The little guy seems to be a little attached to Hetun's gentle embrace. That was his safe haven.

With a smooth big 'S' drift, the Ferrari supercar managed to get rid of a riot car behind, and kept pace with the one in Hetun.

The Ferrari supercar obviously wanted to force the anti-riot car to stop, but it was a little timid. Don't dare to do too brutal collision action.

In fact, the reason was obvious: Feng Xinglang was worried that his son in the car would be injured!

"Twelve, hit him, give him a hard push!"

Hetun hugged Xiao Shiwu tightly in his arms. He made good use of Feng Xinglang's weakness of eagerness to protect his son.

Although the speed of the anti-riot car is not as fast as that of a Ferrari supercar, its anti-collision ability is super strong. The two cars kept going side by side, and Feng Xinglang kept passively avoiding them.

"Father, the road on the right is closed. There are two stone piers in front, only one car can pass by, and Feng Xinglang keeps pushing against us..."

"Rush over with confidence! Feng Xinglang will only bump into the stone pier by himself, and dare not bump into us!"

Hetun lowered his head and rubbed the little guy's fat cheeks, full of confidence.

With such a fast speed, Feng Xinglang only has two options:

One is to keep pushing against the anti-riot vehicle; the result is that both vehicles will hit the stone pier! Then you can force the riot car to stop!

There is another way, that is, he himself hits the stone pier to make way for the anti-riot vehicle...