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What kind of background did foster son 15 have?

What ceremony could cause the Hetun to give him such a high-profile and generous marriage ceremony?

There was no doubt that the reason the Hetun had invited so many noble clans of Shen City was to bear witness to his engagement with fifteen years of foster son. This showed that the Hetun was very concerned about the fifteenth foster son!

Five years ago, the Hetun was persuaded to leave by the yamen authorities of the Shen City.

The sudden departure of the Hetun also made Feng Xinglang feel that something was amiss. Because at that time, it was very easy for the Hetun to destroy the Feng Brothers while it was hot! But Hetun chose to leave the Shen City.

One year. Two years. Three years …. In these five years, Hetun had actually made another comeback!

And he wanted Feng Xinglang to make the choice again?

Feng Xinglang fell into deep thought. He was weighing whether he should take the initiative to attack this time, or whether he should just wait and see how the defenses changed.

It was as if the current Feng Xinglang did not have the same passive mentality as five years ago.

Alone!

When a person was full, his family would not be hungry!

Therefore, Feng Xinglang could fight the Hetun to the death at any time!

As for my big brother Feng Lixin and Feng Tuantuan … Naturally, he would do his best to protect them!

It was his, Feng Xinglang\'s, most beloved and dearest.

But to this day, Feng Xinglang no longer had the suffocating depression of five years ago, and the heavy mental shackles he carried. He could be more meticulous, more thorough, and more skillful in fighting the Hetun to the death! For the child who had died!

"Brother Lang, do you want me to make some preparations?" Ye Wen asked in anticipation.

"No need! Hetun is not stupid enough to attack me in front of a group of nobles. "

Feng Xinglang raised his heroic eyebrows, "Tonight, we just need to go with our mouths! Right, bring all of your friends here, so that you can adjust the atmosphere! "

"Roger that!" After a slight pause, Ye Xiaonian asked again, "Oh right, Brother Lang, who exactly do you think this fifteen year old is? could he be the son of the Hetun? "

"I\'m not interested to know if it\'s the blood of that poisonous fish!" I am only interested in how Hetun will die! "

Feng Xinglang\'s eyes were filled with cold air. He thought that after he settled down his big brother Feng Lixin, he would be able to move to do what he needed to do, but he didn\'t think that the Hetun would actually deliver himself up to him. This truly saved him a lot of energy.

"I think that the old poisonous being of the Hetun will not be able to give birth to his own son! It\'s clear that he has lost all of his descendants! "

Ye Xiaonian cursed. If he could not defeat the Hetun, he could just curse a few words to vent his anger.

"I really hope that he has children and grandchildren. This way, I can let him make the choice too!"

Feng Xinglang said rudely. With regards to the cruel atrocities that the Hetun had once committed on him, \'doing what one should do\', it was undoubtedly the best way to take revenge. He also wanted to let Hetun have a taste of that cutting pain.

"Yes, yes, yes! This move is perfect!" Let that old poison choose between his own son and his own grandson! And he could only choose one of the two options! If you lose, you will be shot to death right in front of him! "

Ye Chong was in high spirits. He felt that the idea of taking revenge on the Hetun that Feng Xinglang came up with was too extreme.

However, Feng Xinglang instead let out a small sigh, "But from what I know: Hetun doesn\'t have any sons! His bunch of foster son s were at most his tools for killing! whether they are alive or dead, Hetun probably won\'t even bat an eye! "

"Perhaps... This fifteen is an exception! "

Feng Xinglang muttered as though he had thought of something.

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His phone rang again.

Feng Xinglang only glanced at it, but did not answer.

Because he knew that the one who called him was Feng Tuantuan, that little imp.

The phone call was from Feng Family. This was already the fifth call. The first two used Lan Youyou\'s mobile phone, and the last one used the number of the Feng Family.

It wasn\'t that he didn\'t want to answer, but that he couldn\'t.

Feng Xinglang knew clearly that as long as he did not answer this phone call, the little guy would definitely call his big brother Feng Lixin.

Three minutes later, his cell phone rang again. This time, he changed it to Nanny An\'s cell phone number.

A few minutes later, the phone number changed to Butler Mo\'s.

Feng Xinglang frowned, as though he was unable to hold back his emotions. He couldn\'t bear to think about how injured Little Rascal would be if she didn\'t call him! Perhaps his eyes were already filled with tears!

To be honest, Feng Xinglang really loved that little thing Feng Tuantuan. It wasn\'t just because she was his spiritual support. He truly liked that soft and silky little cutie from the bottom of his heart!

Just as he was thinking about whether he should call Butler Mo to ask if the little thing was crying, his big brother Feng Lixin called.

Despite knowing what Feng Lixin would say to him, Feng Xinglang still called him.

A habit of many years! The title of brother and slave couldn\'t be forgotten in a short period of time. It had long since penetrated into his life.

"Xinglang, why aren\'t you answering their calls? Little Thing was gasping for breath on the phone. "

As expected, just as the phone slid open, Feng Lixin\'s reprimand came out.

"Oh, really? I almost forgot, I still have Feng Tuantuan, my biological daughter! "

Feng Xinglang brought about a thick sense of playfulness into his voice, it was unknown if he was making fun of himself, or mocking Feng Lixin.

"..." Feng Lixin was slightly startled, "Xinglang, she\'s still a little baby, she\'s only three and a half! Please don\'t treat her with such scheming methods! She will be very sad! "

"Feng Lixin, I\'m playing with my daughter, why are you in such a hurry?"

Feng Xinglang said casually.

"Enough, Feng Xinglang, I won\'t bicker with you anymore! I\'m already on my way back to Feng Family, so you should come back for lunch as well. "

"I\'m not free!" "I\'m busy!"

"Then I\'ll bring Mr. Pan to your office. That should be fine, right? the President Feng that does most of the work? "

"Then I\'ll have to trouble Young Master Feng!"

"..."

At dinner, Ye Xiaonian entered Feng Xinglang\'s CEO\'s office.

Feng Xinglang remained silent as he fiddled with a small piece of paper. After seeing Ye Shaonian, he quickly locked the thing into the safe under his desk.

Ye Shi Nian had been guessing from beginning to end that it should be a photo of his sister-in-law, Lin Xueluo. Whenever this happened, he would feel guilty.

Five years ago, if it wasn\'t for him coveting Lan Youyou\'s toxic kiss, he wouldn\'t have missed the chance to save his sister-in-law Lin Xueluo from the trunk! Sister-in-law Lin Xueluo would not be angry at Brother Lang and hit the baby inside her stomach …

"Brother Lang, are you thinking of sister-in-law again?"

Ye Xiaonian squeezed out a dry smile.

"At that time, you went to the \'Morning Star\' Dance Training Center and told them to fire Yuan Duoduo! Also, you must think of ways to cut off all of Yuan Duoduo\'s sources of income! "

Feng Xinglang added lightly: "Go and create some more bad repaying credits for Yuan Duoduo, so that the bank will catch up to us a little!"

"Yuan..." Duo Duo? Isn\'t she the best friend of Sister Xueluo? Brother Lang, you are trying to force me to death! "

Ye Xiaonian was really confused. Because Feng Xinglang had repeatedly warned him to support Yuan Duoduo in the dark, how could he suddenly fall out?

"Do as I say! The results must be quick! "