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　　Chapter 485 - The Daughter Capture the Unruly Papa Feng Xinglang

　　Xueluo threw Xueluo onto a much more s.p.a.cious and comfortable business vehicle. What followed was a cellphone.

　　Xueluo stared at the phone, and was startled: Who should I call to redeem myself?

　　His son Linnuo would definitely not do! The little thing is still so small, it's impossible for it to come and redeem us! Furthermore, she didn't want Feng Xinglang to know that she was indeed the son of his' premature 'death.

　　He, Feng Xinglang, already had Lan Youyou and that daughter of his called Wu Huan, so it was impossible for them to have a place to stay.

　　Xueluo knew that he couldn't win against Feng Xinglang; he also knew that he couldn't defeat the ferocious Lan Youyou.

　　Therefore, his son Linnuo would only be safe in the hands of the Hetun.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er? Or was it the Hetun? Would they come to save him?

　　If they knew that he was in Feng Xinglang's hands, wouldn't it mean that their son Linnuo knew as well?

　　There was still one more person who could save him! That was the uncle of the police, who was always available, regardless of the reward.

　　Xueluo took the phone, glanced at Feng Xinglang, and started to cover up his desire to call '110'.

　　But before he could even dial the number, Feng Xinglang had already s.n.a.t.c.hed the phone away and threw it at the winds.h.i.+eld.

　　"The chance that you have been given has expired!"

　　Feng Xinglang ordered his men in the driver seat, "Drive! "Go to GK."

　　"Feng Xinglang, hurry up and drive my … "Let me off!"

　　No matter how Xueluo made a ruckus, beating and hissing, Feng Xinglang just stood there and did nothing.

　　"Lin Xueluo, the suffering that belongs to the two of us has only just begun!"

　　These cold words reached Xueluo's very bones.

　　Xueluo didn't know how he was carried from the private elevator all the way to the CEO's office on the top floor, nor did he know how he was locked in his resting room by this man.

　　All the cursing and cursing along the way, all the punches and kicks, all the indifference.

　　Then, Xueluo was pressed onto that familiar yet unfamiliar sofa. Five years ago, she had come here, and she had slept here.

　　Unexpectedly, five years later, she was still so unbearably pressed down by the man on the sofa.

　　In a muddled state, Xueluo felt that he had died time and time again.

　　In the beginning, Xueluo had still used all of her strength to resist, but later on, her resistance was shattered by him time and time again.