Chapter 353: Meet the enemy, jealous!

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Hetun didn't get angry with his men, but waved his hand to let the third group of Xing retreat.
Staring at the faux leather goods stained with blood, Hetun seemed to be trapped in a certain mire.
He thought of Feng Xinglang's face again ...
The face that made him want to scrape away at a glance!

Feng Xinglang awoke from the pain of the sky.
I felt uncomfortable sleeping.
In addition to the whole body pain, and the fierce collision of dreams, the thin sweat that disturbed him seemed to be thrown into the oven.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Cong Gang's face that made him want to sting.
Chinese herbal medicine is applied externally, and fumigation heat is also emitted. It could make his injuries better.
It was western medicine antibiotics that were just injected into the body by Cong.
Just a brief look around, Feng Xinglang recognized that this was Cong Gang's haunted house. In the daytime, the curtains were closed.
Feng Xinglang wanted to roll over and sit up, but he could touch the wound on his body, and it hurt him for a while.
At that time, in the commercial vehicle, except for the enthusiasm of the people on the riot vehicle, Feng Xinglang did not feel the pain on his body; but at this moment, all the wounds were fighting back to him.
Cong Gang braced Feng Xinglang's strong waist, and drove his upper body flattened together.
"It was n’t bad, but it was n’t too light for you: a rib fractured and slight internal bleeding; a broken glass shard cut your left ear and spread to the shoulder blade of the left back shoulder; there was on the left leg A four-centimeter-long wound did not hurt the aorta. "
It is enough to show that Cong Gang's inspection of Feng Xinglang was quite careful.
Feng Xinglang tried to sit up again, but his left half of his body seemed to be anesthetized, so he could not exert a little strength.
Apparently the effect of the anaesthetic is not over. Feng Xinglang cursed lowly, and finally lay back.
"Give me my phone, I'll make a call." Feng Xinglang said vigorously.
After all, people who are just carbohydrates can't compete with chemicals.
Cong Gang's phone is very quaint and old, it's an encrypted phone. The call was to Mo butler.
"Old Mo, it's me. Feng Xinglang."
This is a strange phone with no calling number displayed. So Feng Xinglang opened his mouth first.
"Master Er, where are you? Are you hurt?"
Hearing, Mo butler over the phone was very impatient.
"Don't worry about me! Aren't I still alive."
Feng Xinglang cheered up, "Yes, my brother? Is he all right? Do you think I'm going crazy?"
"Do you still need to say that, the young master worried about you all night!" Mo butler said truthfully.
The next second, Feng Lixin's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Old Mo, is it right? Let me talk to him."
At this moment, when Feng Xinglang heard that his brother Feng Lixin was safe, he instinctively wanted to hang up the phone. Because he didn't want to face the questioning of Feng Lixin.
But the phone finally reached Feng Lixin's hands.
"Xinglang, is it you? Have you been injured?"
"Okay! I can eat, I can sleep ... and I can sleep."
Feng Xinglangfeng light and indifferent.
"Where did the snow fall? Where did the snow fall go? Didn't you send it to the White Mansion? Why don't you see the snow fall?"
Sure enough, Feng Lixin asked her brother-in-law Lin Xueluo's whereabouts tightly.
"Maybe it's going back to school. The child's thoughts on learning are so important that we don't influence her."
The reason for this foolishness was only his imagination. It was really painstaking to appease Feng Lixin.
"Xing Lang, you're less of me! I called Yuan Yuan and she said that Xue Luo never returned to the dormitory last night! Even Xiao Qian's cell phone could not work! Xue Luo must be something wrong.
Feng Lixin has formed a certain immunity to Feng Xinglang's words. It's not so easy to flicker him.
In the face of Feng Lixin's forced questioning, Feng Xinglang's inexplicable dryness rose.
He's not hard-hearted either! Maybe he cares about that woman, but last night's situation, he had to give up all.
"I'm not obliged to help you look at her again! Okay, don't ask any more! Have a leisurely chat, and go play chess with Bai Lao!"
Feng Xinglang hung up his phone without giving Feng Lixin the opportunity to continue questioning him.
As long as Feng Lixin enters the White Mansion, it is like entering a safe. He is safe and comfortable.
It is indeed an ideal place! Much quieter than training camp!
Inadvertently, Feng Xinglang remembered the woman whose whereabouts were unknown. Where is she now?
It should be in the hands of Hetun!
Is the ferocity of Hetun good for a weak woman? What kind of poisonous hands will they have?
Feng Xinglang's heart can no longer be calm. Better waves are surging up and down.
"Two women, which one are you thinking?"
Cong Gang's hand slid across Feng Xinglang's smooth muscle texture, and fumigated Chinese herbal medicine patches were applied to his bruised subcutaneous bleeding wound.
Feng Xinglang's eyes narrowed slightly, humming, "Do you guess?"
"I guess you first thought that Lin Xue fell, and then you should think of Lan Youyou ..."
Cong Gang's words with a certain hint.
Feng Xinglang seemed stunned: If Lin Xueluo was really walked by Hetunyu, then Lan Youyou would know her whereabouts.
Instinctively want to leap up to sit up, but the tired body, especially the left half who has not been able to restore consciousness, is preventing the impulse behavior of Feng Xinglang. He had to lie back on the sofa.
The second call was made to the house. An Jingjing sat by the phone and waited.
"Ana, how about Lanyouyou? Did she wake up?"
"Master Two, I can't wait until your call ... both of you brothers must be good."
As soon as the second master Feng Xinglang's voice was heard, An Yan could not bear the worry that he had not slept all night, and wept into a cry.
"Anan, I'm fine, and my brother is fine. I worry you. By the way, what about Lanyouyou?"
After consoling the last sentence, Feng Xinglang questioned Lan Youyou's situation again.
"Oh, shortly after you left last night, someone came to pick up Miss Lan."
"Who is it?"
"A lean, high cheekbones man."
Xing San!
It seems that it is still one step behind. Lan Youyou now fell into Hetun's hands.
"Lan Youyou has been taken away from Feng's family by that youngest."
Feng Xing Lang Jun frowned slightly and threw the phone to Cong Gang.
"That's terrible!"
Cong Gang pasted the last piece of Chinese herbal medicine for promoting blood circulation and stasis to the mermaid line on Feng Xinglang's left waist.
"This love meets the enemy and is extremely jealous! With Lanyou's venomous means, she will certainly not let Lin Xueluo live well!