Chapter 1121 The Man Who Was Punished to Sleep on the Sofa

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Feng Xinglang returned to the Feng family smelling of alcohol.

This is the last thing Xueluo wants to see her husband, Feng Xinglang, in this state!

She knew that the man was extremely sad because of Yan Bang's death; but she couldn't lose his mind because of it, right?

Driving back with the smell of alcohol all over your body, wouldn't you be joking with your own life!

Why have you forgotten that you already have a wife and children? !

Xueluo felt sorry for the man, but she was also resentful and worried about the man not caring about his own body.

"Xinglang, have you had dinner?"

Xueluo quickly got up from the sofa in the living room and went to help Feng Xinglang, who was swaying.

"have eaten."

Feng Xinglang hugged the woman who came forward to help him, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you waiting for your husband to pamper you?"

Sometimes, the little affection and ambiguity between husband and wife also need the environment and atmosphere to set the tone.

Obviously, the atmosphere and situation at this moment are not suitable for saying such affectionate words.

"Yes!"

Xueluo simply admitted her concern for the man openly, "I'm worried that you'll drink and drive again... my whole heart has been pulled for you until now!"

"You must have absolute confidence in your husband's drinking capacity and driving skills!"

Feng Xinglang came over and sucked Xueluo's cheek hard, leaving a tender red mark.

"Feng Xinglang, you are not allowed to drive after drinking!"

Xueluo was serious about arguing with her husband, "Otherwise I will make Nuonuo unable to learn and supervise you 24 hours a day!"

"Are you really willing to let your own son not go to school?"

Feng Xinglang asked, slightly drunk.

"Of course I'm willing to give it up!"

Xueluo helped the man to the sofa and replied in a complaining voice, "Compared to his own father's safety, schooling is nothing!"

Feng Xinglang curled up his fingers and caressed the woman's fair face that was devoted to him.

"Honey, you are the most charming when you care about me!"

Xueluo pushed the man's hand away and said sternly: "A husband who makes his wife and children worry is the most annoying!"

The man smiled, a slightly sad smile slowly spreading on his drunken handsome face.

"Lin Xueluo... I never thought that I would fall in love with you..."

The man's voice was long and full of vague affection, "Is it an accident?"

Xueluo took a cushion and put it under the man's head to make him more comfortable.

"What's the surprise?"

Xueluo snorted, "Falling in love with me has wronged you?"

"I'm not aggrieved at all! It's my lifetime blessing, Feng Xinglang, to marry you!"

Feng Xinglang spread his big palms, clasped the back of Xueluo's neck and moved forward, letting the woman's lips touch her.

Just a shallow peck, but no deep kiss.

He knew that women didn't like him when he was drunk.

Hearing the sound of the engine, Feng Lixin put on his thick pajamas and got up and went downstairs.

He originally wanted to have a good talk with his brother Feng Xinglang, but he didn't expect to see the scene of their couple loving each other in the living room downstairs. Then he went back to the bedroom on the second floor without disturbing the couple.

At this moment, Feng Lixin suddenly felt that he and his daughter Feng Tuantuan should indeed move into the smaller villa next door. It is convenient to take care of each other and maintain a certain distance.

But how can I convince my brother Feng Xinglang and my daughter Feng Tuantuan?

Before Xueluo could bring him the hangover soup, Feng Xinglang fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.

"Madam, I'm going to call Xiao Hu and help the second young master upstairs to rest."

Butler Mo has been waiting in the study with Xueluo in the living room for the second young master Feng Xinglang who returns late.

"No."

Xueluo let out a long sigh, "Let him sleep on the sofa in the living room tonight."

Butler Mo could understand what his wife Xueluo wanted: for the drunken second young master, sleeping on the sofa was obviously more meaningful than sleeping in the master bedroom on the third floor. It's just that the comfort will be worse.

"Ah? Let the second young master sleep on the sofa?"

Aunt An was the one who most obviously protected her, "It's okay to let Xiao Hu move the second young master to the guest room to sleep."

"No! Let him sleep on the sofa tonight!"

Seeing the man's drunken sleeping appearance, Xueluo insisted again.

"Mrs……"

"Listen to my wife, let the second young master sleep on the sofa. It will improve your memory!"

Aunt An wanted to say something else, but was pulled away by Butler Mo, "Old An, go get a quilt for the second young master."

Although Aunt An was still reluctant to give up, the wife and Butler Mo both insisted on letting the second young master sleep on the sofa, so Aunt An had no choice but to do so.

Thanks to the influence of alcohol, Feng Xinglang slept soundly that night.

With a 'pop' sound, Feng Xinglang turned over and fell to the floor.

"Hiss..." Feng Xinglang snorted in his sleep and woke up immediately.

Looking around, I realized that I was sleeping on... the floor in the living room?

Shouldn't I sleep on the kingsize bed in the master bedroom on the third floor? How could it be the living room floor?

Feng Xinglang climbed up from the floor and casually discarded the duvet that had rolled to the floor on the sofa.

That woman was willing to let herself sleep on the sofa?

How did you get so ruthless?

This is not in line with the deep affection that a woman loves him with!

Feng Xinglang vaguely remembered that when he came home drunk last night, the woman felt extremely sorry for him!

With dissatisfaction and unwillingness, Feng Xinglang walked briskly towards the third floor.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, the woman and the child slept together, which was particularly warm and beautiful.

The bed was so big, but they were willing to let him sleep on the sofa?

The man walked over, leaned on the bed with his hands and watched the mother and son in their sweet dreams; he seemed to be slightly angry that they did not bring him into their sweet dreams.

Feng Xinglang reached his big hand in and caressed the woman's exquisite and graceful figure.

With a little dissatisfaction, the man's big hand pressed under the woman's plumpness...

As he wished, the woman woke up from her deep sleep, glared at the evil man angrily, and wrapped the quilt tightly on her body.

"Why are you so bold that you are willing to let your husband sleep on the sofa?"

The man asked in a murmur, but he leaned close to her.

"You smell so much like alcohol, and you want us mother and son to smell it all night, how can you bear it?" Xue Luo scolded back.

"Why, do you still dislike your own husband?"

Feng Xinglang hugged Xue Luo from behind and pinched her delicate parts.

"Yes, dislike! Very dislike!"

Xue Luo snorted, pulled out the man's big hand to wrap her pajamas, "The sofa in the living room is reserved for you. It's reserved for you to sleep when you drive back drunk!"

"Are you serious?"

The man bit the woman's delicate ear lightly, "Are you really angry?"

"Your life is your own. If you don't cherish it, others can only worry about it!"

Xue Luo snorted, cooperated with the action, and deliberately pushed the man under the bed.

"Wife, I was wrong... I must take care of my body in the future! Never forget that I am already a man with a wife and children!"

Feng Xinglang hugged the woman who pushed him in his arms and kissed her cheek.

He knew that the woman really loved him and was reluctant to let him go. It was also a manifestation of her deep love that she let him sleep on the sofa for a night.

"Asshole Feng Xinglang, why did you come back just now?"

Little Lin Nuo squinted his sleepy eyes and poked his little head out of his mother's arms.

"I came back a long time ago...but your cruel mother punished me to sleep on the sofa in the living room all night!"

Feng Xinglang leaned his handsome face closer, "Daddy is so pitiful, kiss daddy quickly and make daddy feel better!"

"You deserve it!"

The little guy immediately united with his mother, "Who told you to come back so late all the time? Is making money important to having a wife and son? You don't even come back to have dinner with your wife and children! It's so annoying!"

"Daddy knows...but shouldn't your son be more filial to you?"

The little guy pursed his lips and hid in his mother's arms without saying anything.

Then, he suddenly poked his little head out and gave his father Feng Xinglang a loud kiss on the face.

It was considered an apology to his father!

******

In the dark study, Feng Xinglang fiddled with a long box over and over again.

The box contained two unused potions: the light blue liquid was clear and refreshing, and looked harmless.

Only Feng Xinglang knew that these were two doses of deadly blood-related psychiatric poisons.

It had been delayed for more than a month, and it was time to use up the potion, which was valid for half a year.

Yan Bang's death, however, subconsciously extended someone's life.

When lives are about to pass away, people will develop a different kind of compassion.

That is a kind of remembrance and memorial for life.

Or perhaps, Lan Youyou should thank Yan Bang; Yan Bang used his own death to buffer her death.

Lan Youyou in prison waited for more than a month, but she didn't get the second potion Yan Bang mentioned.

Facts once again proved that Yan Bang was fooling her! He just wanted her to be completely disappointed with Feng Xinglang, and even desperate.

However, Lan Youyou didn't know that the outside world had gone through a turbulent change.

She was still alive and well, but the perverted Yan Bang died in the sea before her and was fed to sharks.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang slammed the box in his hand.

He thought of someone.

Someone he should have thought of earlier.

Cong Gang!

How could he forget Cong Gang?

In fact, Feng Xinglang also thought of Cong Gang at that time. He just felt that Cong Gang and He Tun had the same position and would only get rid of Yan Bang as soon as possible.

So Feng Xinglang jumped Cong Gang over.

Thinking of him again at this moment, he was at the end of his rope.

In fact, to put it simply, it should be that Feng Xinglang wanted to treat Yan Bang, a "dead horse", as a living horse.

Feng Xinglang knew Yan Bang's injuries at the time better than anyone else. Even if he was lucky enough to escape the exploding cruise ship, he would not survive that sea area.

In other words, it is very likely that Yan Bang has died.

If Yan Bang is really dead, then wanting to see his body is undoubtedly just an excuse to deceive himself.

The ability of the sea to decompose a body is too strong.

For fierce creatures like sharks, Yan Bang's body is just a snack that can only fill their stomachs.

Perhaps knowing that the probability of Yan Bang's survival is equal to zero, Feng Xinglang still wants to ask Cong Gang...