Chapter 1172: Unpaid wait

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"Dog, do you really know ?!"
Feng Xinglang, who frowned for several days, immediately saw the bright light in his eyes, and the whole person leapt across the baffle of the first-class chair and rushed over.
"You want to know?"
Cong Gang asked with a mild look. There was a soft light in the eyes.
"Of course I think! Come on!"
With the whereabouts of her niece, Feng Xinglang was both excited and excited.
"Even if you begged me ... I won't tell you! You know why!"
"I don't know!"
Feng Xinglang Jianshuo's posture jumped over directly and was suppressed on Cong Gang's body, "Come on! Otherwise you will be killed!"
The sound of fighting attracted flight attendants; Feng Xinglang, who was on Cong Gang's body, still had no intention of converging.
"We are now looking for Xing San, and we will only fight against the grass and scare the snake! With Xing San's keenness and deceit, before we can get close to him, he has already shed the shell!"
Cong Gang, who was under the pressure of Feng Xinglang, looked at the flight attendants who came up awkwardly. The original face was resolute, and he was also ashamed:
"Furthermore, he has such a good shield as a regiment. If he points a gun at your niece's head and a gun at your head, will you resist or not? Xing San is a gang. Not alone! "
That's enough!
Unbearable Cong Gang, a strenuous and strenuous carp struck, driving Feng Xinglang's body into the aisle aside, pushing him away.
"This-man-has-intermittent-neuropathy (this guy has intermittent neuropathy)!"
"..."
Mexico City is the most populous metropolitan area in the Americas and the highest altitude metropolitan area in the world. The oldest city in the Western Hemisphere is full of ancient Indian cultural heritage.
I do n’t know if it ’s a problem with the crepes, or if the tuna tacos are not hygienic enough, Feng Xinglang became sick that night.
It was a difficult master to serve, but it is even harder now.
Cong just gave Feng Xinglang medicine, but he refused to vomit.
After frustrating for three or four hours, Feng Xinglang almost collapsed.
Cong Gang once again explored Feng Xinglang's forehead and showed no signs of fever.
"Have a shot! The effect is better and faster."
"……roll!"
Cong Gang certainly wouldn't roll. He lay on the edge of the bed with his clothes on, and watched Feng Xinglang's condition all the time.
...
Shen Cheng at this moment is undoubtedly undefended.
At least for Xing San!
He Tun took Lin Xueluo's mother and son back to Fort Pete; while Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang chased to Mexico City.
Only those old and young women who remained in Feng's home were sick and sick.
A Basong is simply not a problem!
As expected by Cong Gang: Xing San was a gang.
He has his eyeliner in Shencheng. Always report to him where Hetun and Feng Xinglang are.
But Xing San never contacted Lan Youyou.
Until Feng Tuan Tuan woke up in his arms.
Feng Tuan Tuan didn't cry much, humming like a cat.
After all, the little guy is less than five years old and can't bear the fear and anxiety of these days alone; alone in a foreign country, strange and horrible environment, thinking about small things, crying in his sleep.
"Why are you crying again?"
Xing San kissed Xiaoli's cheek and wiped her tears like a father.
"Tuan Tuan wants to go home ... Tuan Tuan wants papa ..."
Little cute was sobbing low, for fear that her voice would be too high to cause Xing San's unhappiness.
"Do n’t you tell my good father 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 table lamp at the bedside, took a paper towel and wiped the teary face for the little things.
"Tuan Tuan still wants to go home ... Good father, will you send Tuan Tuan home?"
Feng Tuan Tuan has always been well-behaved. Knowing that he would be unhappy to call Xing Sanda badass, he always pleased him and called him a good father.
"If I get you home, there is only one good dad left ... it will be lonely and lonely!"
Xing San used his knuckles to clear the thick hair sticking to his forehead and cheek for Feng Tuan. "Does Tuan Tuan be willing to let his father be alone?"
"But Tuan Tuan really wants to go home too much ... Good father can live with Tuan Tuan and papa, and uncle. Just like Tuan Tuan and Brother Nono, eat together and go to school ..."
Talking, the little thing started crying pitifully; the original clear and watery eyes were crying red and swollen. That pitiful little appearance really made people feel pity.
"Tuantuan, good dad knows that you are sad now! But long pain is better than short pain. Good dad must take you by your side! No one can separate our father and daughter from each other any more! Xinglang is even worse! They all want to take you for themselves! They are too selfish! "
Xing San distorts Feng Tuan Tuan's cognitive world. In a black and white way.
Little things under the age of five, her cognition is still quite plastic. What Xing San said, whether she could accept it at the time, but she did not have the ability to distinguish between true and false. In the near future, as Xing San repeats his statement further, presumably the small things will slowly believe it. Then he was forced to accept the cognitive world provided by Xing San.
When thinking of the big python at the exit downstairs, Feng Tuan Tuan was afraid to say to Xing San: You are the selfish big villain!
"Tuan Tuan wants to go home ... Tuan Tuan wants to go home ..."
Aside from crying in a low voice, the little guy has no other way to resist.
"Don't cry! Otherwise, my 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 to cry, then the good dad and the group must feed the snake together!"
"That group is not crying ..."
The little boy stopped crying, but still choked a few times from time to time; a little tearful face was really pitiful.
"That's good! A good dad will protect the group! No matter whether it is a person or an animal, it will not hurt the group, and it will not take it away!"
Xing San patted the little cute back gently, coaxing her to go to sleep.
...
Xing San suddenly didn't need to take risks.
But Xing San felt that no place would be safer than Shencheng without Hetun and Fengxinglang.
Not only does Hetun and Fengxinglang not exist, but there are also no Cong Gang and Yan Bang!
Xing San also knew that Hetun and Feng Xinglang could return to Shencheng at any time; but they never thought that Xing San would kill a returning carbine.
Xing Sanzhong returned to Shencheng, of course, he was not sent back to Fengfeng.
Subconsciously, he has regarded Feng Tuan Tuan as his daughter. How could it be possible to return him to Feng Lixin and Feng Xinglang!
The purpose of his return to Shencheng was to see Lan Youyou. It is enough to prove that he is true to Lan Youyou.
But withered and withered Lan Yuyou, apart from making him extremely sorry, it seemed that this cruel reality could not attract his interest.
Men are mostly visual animals!
It is impossible to precipitate and sublimate the already fragile feelings without experiencing the aging of Xiang Yimo.
But when Xing San saw Lan Youyou who was already using a ventilator on his bed, he was in pain.
Is this still the woman he took care of from childhood to age?
If she had chosen herself, maybe they had lived a rich and comfortable life in Uxmal. Maybe there will be many beautiful girls, cute and sweet like Tuantuan.
But he took care of the girl who grew up, but fell in love with a man who should not love! And ruined her life!
Until the moment of death, it was still cruel and lonely!
Xing San touched his palm, and touched a little face of Lan Youyou out of the ventilator: like a dead body with no temperature.
At this moment, Xing San suddenly burst into a strong passion, which was to let Lan Youyou die with dignity! Instead of staying in the Feng family for a long time, they ca n’t survive, but they ca n’t survive.
So, Xing San made a temporary surprise and decided to take Lan Youyou away!
"Girl, third brother takes you away! Where you should go!"
Xing San leaned over and took off the ventilator from Lan Youyou's cheek. He groaned and faintly breathed;
Such persistence is not necessarily what Lan Youyou needs.
"Let her go!"
Xing San just hugged Lan Youyou's skinny body, just when he was about to turn around and leave, but heard a rush of thought coming from behind.
It's Feng Lixin.
Feng Lixin, who could not sleep at night, went downstairs to visit Lanyouyou's wife Ruoyousi.
However, he did not expect that Xing San would like to take Lan Youyou away.
Xing San didn't panic, but glanced at Feng Lixin lightly.
"She doesn't belong here! You can't kill her cruelly!"
"She doesn't die, I don't need you to control her! She is my wife Li Fengxin, and she must die!"
Feng Lixin had a noticeable drag on one leg, and it was thought that the fall was not healed.
"Also, give me back my daughter!"
Feng Lixin was blocked at the door of the ward, and he shook the tree and decided.
"Your daughter? Hehe!"
Xing San sneered, "Feng Lixin, forgot to tell you that Tuantuan is my daughter of Xing San! She now calls me a good dad, but it's sweet!"
"Xing San, you are despicable!"
Angry Feng Lixin dragged his sick leg and attacked Xing San, who was hugging Lanyou ...
With such quarrels and fighting methods, Ba Song thought it would be difficult to find Xing San. At the same time, Ba Song also found two followers brought by Xing San.
If it wasn't for Ba Song, he just felt the need to call Boss for a call.
Ba Song was kept by Feng Xinglang at the Feng family.
Mexico City was still shrouded in dim morning light when Bason called.
Cong Gang, who had been tossed by Langxing for most of the night, was also tired.
This is the lack of uncle to serve! Really cheap enough!
"Boss, Xing San killed the Feng family! He is going to take Lan Youyou, Feng Lixin has caught him!"
"Oh, he's so brave!"