Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Chapter 910

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Chapter 910 - Brilliant Son

Three minutes ago, in the modified explosion-proof SUV, Xing Wu stopped abruptly. The SUV stopped dangerously at the side of the canyon.

He almost did the same thing as someone else, rolling down the mountain from the canyon with the others in tow.

"F * ck me!"

These were the few curses that Xing Wu learned in Chinese.

"Old Five, relax, your foster father is still here!"

Xing Ba who was sitting on the driver's seat glanced at foster father Hetun and scolded him who had almost driven the car down the canyon.

Xing Wu cursed a few more times in Spanish. He was probably blaming the rugged mountain road and the sharp turning warning sign that he had been thrown by the car on the side of the road.

Hetun's mood seemed to be very gloomy, his entire person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloominess.

Not surprising: his granddaughter's beautiful dream had not been completed, and now he had almost lost his own grandson!

Furthermore, he was being ruthlessly toyed with by the person in the shadows, Hetun's face couldn't even be hung on!

After driving for around 10 minutes, Xing Ba suddenly said, "Old Five, stop the car first!"

"Stop again? You still need to pee?! " Xing Wu snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Just now … I think I heard Feng Xinglang's voice... "

"Feng Xinglang's voice? "Where is it?"

With a creak, the Xing Wu braked and stopped the SUV.

The Hetun in the back row squinted his eyes as he was resting, instantly opening his eyes wide, he turned around to look at his surroundings, and rushed towards the son Ah Lang had mentioned.

However, there was practically nothing but desolation and desolation everywhere. Forget about living people, there wasn't even a single living thing.

"I'm not sure either... The sound seemed to have come from under the cliff … "

It was not because Xing Ba's reflexes were too long, but because at that time, what he was most concerned about was the safety of foster father Hetun. Because Xing Wu had almost driven the SUV off the cliff, he would inevitably sweat profusely from nervousness at that time.

Now that the SUV had returned to the normal road, with his tensed mind, Xing Ba seemed to realize that he had heard something.

Xing Ba was used to opening the window on his side by a small gap. This way, he could easily capture the strange sounds and sudden danger from his surroundings with his sharp senses. This was a habit that he had developed over the years of vigilance.

"Below the cliff? Why did Feng Xinglang run down the cliff? Do you want to take advantage of the cold? "

Xing Wu stared at Xing Ba with a peculiar gaze. He felt that Xing Ba seemed to have an exceptionally fondness for Feng Xinglang that couldn't be exposed to the light.

"What if you don't have the same speed as before? This was the only way to Shi Zhu County. Based on Feng Xinglang's journey, if he travelled through the night, when he passed by this place, it would be before dawn … "And I just saw smoke coming up from under the cliff..."

"Old Five, quickly turn around!"

Before Xing Ba could finish his analysis, the Hetun immediately issued a decree.

Regardless of whether or not eighth brother's analysis was accurate, Hetun had to return and take a look before he could be at ease.

The Land Cruiser turned around and drove back for more than ten minutes. Sure enough, they saw smoke rising from the mountainside below the sharp bend in the canyon road. It should have been man-made smoke, proving that there was indeed someone halfway up the mountain.

Due to the cover of the oil pine trees, shrubs and grass, Hetun and the rest were not able to clearly see the situation on the mountainside, they could only find the smoke.

"Feng Xinglang... Feng Xinglang... Are you enjoying the cool down below? "Hearing a reply from me..."

Xing Ba said in a humorous tone. Honestly speaking, he was not used to greeting the rebellious Feng Xinglang.

However, Xing Ba's shouts did not get any feedback from him.

And Feng Xinglang at this moment, was already unconscious.

"Ah Lang... Ah Lang... "

Hetun's powerful shout resonated throughout the entire valley.

"Father, don't worry. I'll go down and have a look."

Halfway down the mountain, the one who checked was Xing Ba. His figure was much thinner than the Xing Wu, and the skills he used to climb the stairs were much stronger than the big and tall Xing Wu.

Fortunately, there were some climbing and landing tools in the SUV. To Xing Ba, a distance of over seventy meters was not a problem. He had climbed steeper and steeper mountains with his bare hands, and he still had a safety line on him.

When he went down to fifty meters, Xing Ba saw Feng Xinglang, who was half lying between the oil pine and the cliff.

"Foster father... I saw Feng Xinglang. "

"How is Ah Lang? Is he hurt? "

Hetun started to panic. If it wasn't for Xing Wu stopping him, he really would have rushed down the mountain road to check it out.

"It should be... A little hurt, but still alive. Father, don't worry. I'll go take a look first. "

Actually, Xing Ba was only reporting his joy without reporting his worries; because he was completely unable to confirm whether the motionless Feng Xinglang was still alive or not.

"Then hurry up! Ah Lang should be injured, don't let him wait too long! "

The moment Hetun said this, he expressed his selfishness in a nasty way: Only your own son is his son, so this foster son isn't his son anymore?

He didn't even bother to say that he was too lazy to do something like 'be careful and be safe'!

When Xing Ba approached Feng Xinglang and saw his bloodstained left calf, he cursed inwardly. It should be a broken leg!

"Feng Xinglang... Feng Xinglang... Wake up. Wake up! "

It wasn't easy to grab this opportunity, and he, Feng Xinglang, would also have a chance to be slapped on the face by Xing Ba today.

After probing at Feng Xinglang's breath, Xing Ba fed a small bottle of light blue liquid into his parched mouth.

"Cough …" "Ahem!"

Feng Xinglang coughed twice before finally opening his eyes, revealing Xing Ba's perspiring face.

"Thank God you're awake! If you don't wake up, then your foster father will definitely be buried with me! "

Xing Ba joked with a humorous tone. Although it was a joke, it was also the cruelty and helplessness of the truth.

"Xing Ba... I... My legs. It seemed... It was cut off … Already. It was almost over … "I feel it..."

Feng Xinglang's voice was already drifting on and off because of the pain and hunger.

"Endure it for now, let me see."

"Ah …!"

When Xing Ba just moved his leg, he immediately let out a stuffy groan in pain.

"Rest assured, although it will definitely break, it has not reached the point of amputation! I'll think of a way to get you up there now! "

"Thank you …"

Feng Xinglang said weakly.

"You don't have to thank me so much. I will be flattered! Actually, I should thank you for your undying kindness! "This way, I won't have to accompany you in death!"

Xing Ba laughed bitterly as he teased Feng Xinglang.

"Don't f * cking grumble! I can't hold on any longer! "

Feng Xinglang urged Xing Ba who was still babbling, he was even losing all his strength to talk.

On the mountain road, Hetun's questioning never stopped, it was just that Xing Ba kept it a little perfunctory.

"Eighth brother, how is Ah Lang? Are your injuries serious? "

"It's not too heavy... Old Five, bring the stretcher down and I will wrap Feng Xinglang in it. It will be easier this way. "

Xing Ba did not dare to mention the matter of Feng Xinglang's broken leg to Hetun. At that time, not only would he have to torment Feng Xinglang, he would also have to serve the foster father Hetun, the Buddha.

Xing Ba steadily wrapped Feng Xinglang in a simple stretcher to prevent his body from getting hurt twice.

He also wrapped the safety rope around his body. Xing Ba knew: Feng Xinglang's life was far more important than his! Even if he were to die a hundred times, it would not cause any mishap to Feng Xinglang.

Xing Wu, who was as strong as an ox, was responsible for pulling and dragging the spirit beasts above.

The previous thirty meters went by without a hitch, but when he dragged the stretcher halfway, a huge boulder blocked it. Xing Ba tried a few times but to no avail.

"I'm going down!"

The Hetun who loved his son dearly could not wait any longer.

"Father, don't come down …" I'll try again. "

With his heart on the line for the safety of Hetun, Xing Ba decided to take the risk and try again. After all, Hetun who had not trained for many years would very likely fall straight into the canyon.

Xing Ba almost used half of his body to carry Feng Xinglang's stretcher, wanting to push the stretcher to the side so that the Xing Wu on top could easily drag him.

The stretcher was successfully pushed to the side of the cliff, but Xing Ba was unable to balance his body and was unable to grab onto the rocks …

Xing Ba thought that his days of serving foster father Hetun were over, but in that moment of life and death, he stretched out an arm from the stretcher and pulled on Xing Ba's arm that was about to fall.

"Thank you."

It was sincere gratitude for having survived.

After successfully transporting Feng Xinglang's stretcher onto the mountain road, Xing Ba's skin that was exposed to the outside was practically cut open.

Fortunately, he had successfully saved Feng Xinglang. I don't need to be buried with him!

"Ah Lang... Ah Lang... How are you? "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Hetun half knelt on the mountain path to check on his son's injuries, his eyes filled with an unprecedented deep love.

But Feng Xinglang could not be bothered to care about the concerns and concerns of the Hetun, and instead looked at Xing Ba who was panting heavily on the stone road.

No matter how you looked at him, Xing Ba looked miserable as he sat limply on the ground, his skin torn and flesh lacerated.

"Xing Ba, are you alright?" Feng Xinglang asked indifferently.

Xing Ba was slightly startled, he turned around and looked at Feng Xinglang, "Oh, it's alright, a superficial wound."

"Hetun, lend Xing Ba and his car to me. I want to go to Shi Zhu County."

"No!" Ah Lang, you are so heavily injured, you must be treated first! Otherwise, one of your legs will be crippled! "

Hetun quickly rejected it, "As for Xueluo and her son, I will send people to look for them again."

"I don't need you to concern yourself with my matters! Get out of my way! "

Feng Xinglang glared at Hetun with hostility.

"Err …!"

"Why are you wasting words with him!" Just knock it out! "

The Xing Wu saw that Feng Xinglang was disrespectful to the foster father Hetun, and directly used his blade to knock Feng Xinglang out.

When Xing Wu knocked Feng Xinglang unconscious, and raised his head to meet foster father Hetun's eyes that were looking like it was about to devour him, he finally realized deeply that he had knocked his foster father's son, this darling, unconscious!

And his movements were fast, ruthless, and accurate!

Don't you have to see who owns it when you hit the dog?

What's more, Feng Xinglang had the dazzling aura of a 'biological son'!