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One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

Chapter 925 - Tears Tear

"Fifty percent!" However... However, he only had 30% left. That guy has a weapon on him. "

A triangular-like object flew across the left shoulder of the V-mask, splashing blood and flesh.

"Throw it to him! Be gentle, and don't hurt yourself! Think of a way to leave yourself, and I'll come out to meet you! "

"Alright!"

After the mask answered, he threw the canvas bag on his shoulder into the bushes beside him. Then, he leaped over a fake hill to escape the scene alone.

Xing Shisi did not chase after the V-mask. That was because when he opened the canvas bag, he saw a red, sleeping face.

This was the Little Fifteen they were looking for!

Hearing sounds coming from behind him, Xing Shisi immediately moved behind the fake mountain with his canvas bag; he saw Yan Bang pushing Feng Xinglang's wheelchair, accompanied by a group of muscular men, heading towards the basement.

Xing Shisi didn't have time to meet up with Xing Shi'er and the others, so he decided to bring the fifteen people in his canvas bag with him and leave the Yulong City.

The most torturous thing was to be Lin Xueluo's mother.

In the past few days, she had barely been able to close her eyes. He didn't want to cry, but the tears rolled down uncontrollably.

He had experienced too many tribulations with his son, it was enough to leave her engraved in Lin Xueluo's memory.

She really only wanted to live an ordinary life!

However, it was destined that her extremely ordinary wish could only be an extravagant hope.

Who could he blame?

Was it because of the uncle and aunt that pushed him into Feng Family?

Or was he blaming his charming husband?

Picking up a father that could shake the world, and a lover that he could sacrifice his life for …

And there was more than one! They weren't even men and women!

That was enough!

What a messy life atmosphere this was!

Xueluo thought about it: Could it be that without Feng Xinglang, the mother and son could finally calm down?

For the past few days, Xueluo locked herself in the master bedroom on the third floor. She decided to trust her husband, the father of her children.

She didn't want to go to the Shallow Water Bay to find 'help', and it wasn't convenient for her to go there to ask about the situation.

The only thing he could do was wait.

Every minute that passed was torture for Lin Xueluo!

He really did not know how to calm the worry and longing for his son that filled his heart. On Xueluo's palm, there were already lines of blood marks formed from his fingernails.

Xueluo was angry that her own child was used as a hostage, but she was also helpless about it.

When will these days stop! Xueluo felt that she really couldn't hold on any longer.

The sound of a whistle came from outside the window, interrupting Xueluo's grief. This sound seemed to come from the courtyard of the Feng Family.

She immediately stood up and looked through the window. With just one glance, tears instantly covered his face.

From the MPV, he pushed out the wheelchair husband, Feng Xinglang.

And in the arms of her husband, Feng Xinglang, was actually hugging her sleeping son, Linnuo!

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

After calming himself down, Xueluo immediately stumbled down the stairs towards his bedroom's door, wishing that he could grow a pair of wings and fly to his son's side.

Feng Xinglang, who was pushed out of the business car, immediately kissed his son. The little thing was still sleeping soundly, its entire face flushed red.

Feng Xinglang, who had rushed to the Shallow Water Bay, immediately brought the little thing back to the Feng Family to return it to her wife, her own child's mother!

It was because Feng Xinglang knew that this woman was even more worried than he was about his son's disappearance!

Her son had been born in October after all the trouble a woman had gone through; a woman was more attached to her own flesh and blood than anyone else.

Fortunately, Hetun did not stop them, but immediately called for a spacious commercial vehicle in the back, and personally escorted her own son and grandson back to Feng Family.

Just by comparing his heart to her heart, he could understand just how this mother Lin Xueluo was thinking as she led him into a missing child!

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

Xueluo who had rushed out of Feng Family's living room and tripped on the stairs seemed to be rolling and crawling all over the place.

"Xueluo, slow down! Your son is fine. "

Feng Xinglang wanted to stand up to support the stumbling woman, but he still had a broken leg. In his arms was his sleeping son.

"Nuonuo... Mommy's own son! "

Xueluo snatched the little thing from Feng Xinglang's embrace and hugged it tightly. With her face that was tainted with tears, she kissed it again and again.

With the help of the medicine, the little guy was sleeping soundly. Her face was abnormally red.

Feng Xinglang watched the girl kiss the child in his arms quietly, her gaze was so gentle that water could drip.

Fortunately, the girl and the child had safely returned to his side. It was worth the pain.

"Nuonuo, wake up … Why don't you open your eyes and look at your mother? Nuonuo, wake up …. "

Xueluo kissed his son's small face and realized that something was wrong. Nuonuo, why is he not awake yet? "

"Fifteen was fed some medicine by Yan Bang's men that contained the ingredients for a peaceful sleep."

The one who answered Xueluo was the Hetun who was seated behind her wheelchair, "He will wake up soon, don't worry too much."

It was not hard to tell from his words that his view of Yan Bang was deeply rooted.

Xueluo only raised her head to glance at Hetun, and did not accept his words.

In his subconscious, Xueluo had already developed a resistance towards the Hetun.

could not like the tyrannical father-in-law who wanted her own daughter-in-law to accept her own son's illegitimate daughter!

Although the misunderstanding had been resolved, the effects and shadows that it produced had already formed in Xueluo's heart.

Xueluo caressed her son's little face again and again, her tears once again inadvertently dripping. Her little life had returned to her side, and that was better than anything.

"Mrs. Xueluo, come back to your room. The wind was strong outside. Second Young Master's legs... "

The one who spoke was Butler Mo. Not only was he concerned about the young master who had disappeared, he was also worried about Second Young Master Feng Xinglang who had his legs fixed in place.

Hetun was inconvenient to enter.

For Feng Xinglang to allow him to escort him all the way to the Feng Family was already giving him face.

"Ah Lang, take good care of fifteen … Take good care of yourself too. "

Behind the wheelchair, Hetun's concerned voice transmitted over. Feng Xinglang's hand that was holding the wheelchair slightly curled back.

He did not turn back, nor did he answer the Hetun.

"Uncle, you may enter now."

From behind Xing Shi'er, a small figure squeezed out.

It was Feng Tuantuan.

Little cutie has always been here. She could only silently watch Uncle and her aunt's incomparably precious love as they fell asleep, Big Brother Nuonuo.

The little cutie was envious and felt even more sad.

If he lost them for so many days, would his papa and mamma also care about him the way Uncle and his aunt cared about him?