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

　　As night fell, Feng Xinglang made a trip back to Feng Family.

　　Firstly, he wanted to see how his big brother Feng Lixin was doing, and secondly, he wanted to find something for him to do.

　　Otherwise, if his daughter was lost, he would not be able to do anything, and would be choked by that Feng Lixin!

　　When Feng Xinglang rushed back to the Feng Family, Feng Lixin was not there at all.

　　Butler Mo was preparing to leave with a thermos of medicine that could calm the mind and nourish the energy. He should be sending it over for Feng Lixin to drink.

　　"Where's my brother?"

　　"Second Young Master, you're back."

　　Butler Mo's exclamation revealed his helplessness and hesitation, "First Young Master is still in the surveillance room of the small sector, repeatedly watching those surveillance videos! He's so weak that he's about to collapse, and his leg is also injured … "

　　"Ran Ran is accompanying my brother?"

　　"Yes." He is standing guard right there, afraid that First Young Master will … "

　　"Call my brother back!" Tell him I have a group of whereabouts, and tell him to come back and help us. "

　　"Alright, alright, alright. I'll go now."

　　Butler Mo put down the thermos bottle and immediately went out to pa.s.s the message to First Young Master Feng Lixin.

　　Watching Butler Mo with his eyes, whose hair was already half white, Feng Xinglang felt a little pity in his heart: For Feng Family, it can be said that Butler Mo has done his best!

　　But all these years, the Feng Family was still in a precarious situation.

　　He had finally managed to settle down and settle down, but all of this happened in a calm and peaceful manner.

　　Feng Xinglang stood there quietly for a few seconds, then turned and walked out of the Feng Family's living room, towards the small villa next door.

　　That door blocked off too many things. Life and death, sorrow and pain; the erased past and the imprinted evil.

　　Feng Xinglang stomped outside. His expression turned a little heavy.

　　In order to find his niece Feng Tuantuan as soon as possible, in this stormy day, Feng Xinglang wondered if he could get a shortcut from Lan Youyou's mouth. It would save the world from the senseless search for no purpose.

　　Since Xing San was summoned by Lan Youyou, they should have plotted a strategy to take revenge on the two brothers. Maybe they would have to go somewhere far away.

　　It was just that, at that moment, Feng Xinglang did not want to speak another word to the crazy girl in the room.

　　Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door to the ward opened.

　　"Second Young Master Feng." It was the doctor in charge of Lan Youyou's treatment.

　　"Yes." How is she? " Feng Xinglang didn't even seem to want to mention his name.

　　"In a severe coma. The situation is not looking good! "

　　The doctor's words made Feng Xinglang frown, "It looks like I won't be able to get anything out of you."

　　"I probably won't be able to wake up for a short period of time!" Unless a miracle happens. "

　　The doctor took a cell phone from his pocket. "She held it tightly in her hand. I found it when I was p.r.i.c.king her. I think it should be useful for the whereabouts of the little princess of Feng Family. "

　　Feng Xinglang took the phone from the doctor's hands. Judging from the number that had been dialed, it should be Xing San's number.

　　Several hundred times over. It seemed that the woman still retained a trace of her humanity and knew how to worry about her own daughter.

　　She, Lan Youyou, was still unable to bear the consequences of binding herself in a coc.o.o.n.

　　Feng Xinglang didn't go in to take a look at Lanying. Instead, he turned around and left.

　　There was no need to visit, nor was there any reason to!

　　The moment Feng Xinglang walked out of the small villa next door, he saw Mo Ranran rus.h.i.+ng back while pus.h.i.+ng Feng Lixin's wheelchair.