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

　　Feng Lixin had not used up all of his energy to accept the news of Lan Youyou's death, but what followed after was an even more cruel choice.

　　His wife was dead, and he couldn't even protect her?!

　　But her daughter Feng Tuantuan's life was still fres.h.!.+ She was only five years old, and his birthday was coming up in a month or so. Her life had only just begun … It was also a continuation of that woman's life!

　　The steel-like heart was refined like this! Sometimes, it was because Feng Xinglang protected Feng Lixin too much that Feng Lixin appeared to be more cowardly.

　　"Xinglang, then it will be hard on you: Let Xing San take away Youyou's ashes, and we can exchange them for the whereabouts of the lackeys. How the process will be carried out, I believe in you! "

　　Originally, he thought that Feng Lixin would cry, but he calmly made this choice. Even though his entire body was still trembling in fear.

　　"Alright... I'll do it! Brother, take care! Wait at home, she needs you! The father that no one can replace! "

　　Feng Xinglang did not speak any further with Feng Lixin, and decisively hung up the phone.

　　The moment he was hung up, Feng Lixin's body went limp once again … Almost fainting!

　　Fortunately, there was Butler Mo and his daughter Mo Ranran, who were supporting the sliding Feng Lixin steadily on the left and right of him.

　　After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang seemed to be in a bad mood.

　　Since he was young, he had always been protected and protected by his big brother Feng Lixin; after he grew up, he seemed to be even more anxious to protect Feng Lixin! However, the most innocent Feng Lixin, the one who had suffered the most, was still dragged into this grudge.

　　In fact, what Xing San said was very true: The reason behind everything that had happened was because of him and Hetun! Perhaps in the near future, he and Hetun would be able to sit at the same table and drink wine together. However, how could the injuries on an innocent person's body or heart be easily wiped away?

　　"How is Ah Lang? Have you had breakfast? "

　　Outside the door, the Hetun angrily asked and berated, "Seventeen, don't just stand there, hurry up and go to the hotel's dining hall and bring the breakfast over to Ah Lang! "How can we not eat?!"

　　"Good foster father!"

　　Xing s.h.i.+qi was even more tired. But the Hetun rarely cared about their living and eating. and that makes them able to survive on their own. " Ah Lang? Ah Lang... "It's Dad. Can you open the door?"