Chapter 1135: So Cute Is so Cute...

"Lan Youyou is your wife, what are you asking me for?"

Feng Xinglang responded lazily.

The critical illness notification from the military hospital is still credible.

Lan Youyou's doctor told Feng Xinglang: Although Lan Youyou finally resisted, two-thirds of the one-half medicinal solution had been injected into Lan Youyou's body.

With Lan Youyou's weak physique at the time, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand the violent erosion of the liquid.

Compassion, regardless of the emotion between men and women; even a heinous prisoner must win the mercy of others when his fragile life is about to disappear.

Feng Xinglang was originally an emotional person. Otherwise, he would not be sentimental about Yan Bang's death.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang would also ask himself: If that woman had not had that emotional entanglement with him; if that woman was not the woman that his elder brother Feng Lixin loved to death; if that woman was not the biological mother of his niece...himself When you start, will you still be so intolerable?

Feng Xinglang is not a villain, but he is not a good person either!

To be so cruel to a beautiful woman more or less breeds a little pity in the man!

"Xinglang, the military hospital said that Youyou won't live long... She cried again and said she missed Tuantuan... For Tuantuan's sake, I want to take her back to the Feng family and take care of her funeral affairs."

After just taking a moment to catch his breath, Feng Lixin stated anxiously, "Let her live in the small villa next door. I will keep an eye on her and won't let her hurt Xueluo and Nuonuo again."

"Okay, if you want to take your wife home and settle down, no one will stop you, and no one can stop you!"

Feng Xinglang sighed slightly, "You don't have to do it for Tuantuan's sake, nor for any of us!"

Feng Xinglang knew that if Lan Youyou returned to the Feng family this time, the only person he could hurt was Mo Ranran!

He would not allow it, nor would he give Lan Youyou another chance to hurt his wife and children.

It will just make Mo Ranran suffer!

But if Mo Ranran wants to be Feng Lixin's woman, she must go through Lan Youyou's test!

Otherwise, even if she had feelings for her brother Xin, she would not be able to eventually become Feng Lixin's wife and lover, and another mistress of the Feng family.

"Xinglang, I will keep an eye on Youyou! She doesn't have much time left, I think..."

"Okay, stop grinding!"

Feng Xinglang stopped Feng Lixin's endless chatter, "You are the boss of the Feng family. Are you afraid that my younger brother will bite you?"

"Xinglang..."

Feng Lixin choked and said, "Thank you!"

"You really want to thank me? Then give yourself to me tonight!"

Feng Xinglang hummed angrily. I just don't want the brothers to be too polite and outspoken.

He wanted to do something for his heinous wife and fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, but he still had to be so concerned about the feelings of his younger brother.

Perhaps Feng Xinglang agreed so readily because of Yan Bang's contribution.

Yan Bang's death made Feng Xinglang cherish the brotherhood between brothers even more.

Feng Xinglang hung up the phone with a stern look on his handsome face.

I don't know what he is thinking, but I can only feel that his heart must not be peaceful at this moment.

Feng Xinglang looked around and saw his son sleeping on a small bed not far away. There was a duvet folded into two layers, and it was also covered with a duvet. The little guy was sleeping soundly, his plump little face flushed red.

How could this Cong Gang treat one person so favorably over another?

Why didn't you find yourself a duvet to lay on?

This complaint made Feng Xinglang feel that his old waist was even more sore. It was a solid hard wooden bed, and he actually slept on it all night!

It doesn't matter if he always sleeps like this. The key is that he always sleeps on high-end and high-quality latex mattresses.

After kissing his son's warm little face, Feng Xinglang began to look around.

This is a simple wooden house built before leaving. It's as simple as it was for primitive people to live in. It’s pretty much the same as Cong Gang described it. There’s no village in front of it, no shop in the back, and there are jungles on both sides. It’s not surprising at all that a wild animal pops up out of nowhere.

There is indeed a cemetery to the right front. Looking at it during the day makes people panic, let alone at night.

Although Feng Xinglang didn't believe in ghosts and gods, it was still very uncomfortable to be next to these dead people.

When Feng Xinglang went downstairs, he saw Cong Gang sitting alone on the wooden table in the corner, peeling Brazilian pine nuts.

He already had a lot of pine nut shells piled up on his hands; the sealed box on one side was almost full of pine nut kernels.

"You didn't sleep all night, so you peeled this thing off?"

Judging from the quantity, it takes one person seven or eight hours. And Cong Gang’s peeling speed is not fast.

"You occupied the bed, so I'll find something to do." Cong Gang responded calmly.

"Are you a pig? You don't know how to find a few wooden boards and build another one?!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, picked up the sealed box and poured some pine nuts into his mouth.

Cong Gang didn't answer and started to pack up the pine nut shells.

"You said you, a living person like you, live among the dead...what's going on in your head?"

Feng Xinglang glanced at the cemetery again.

"quiet!"

"quiet?"

Feng Xinglang curled his lips and hummed, "Aren't you afraid that they will crawl out in the middle of the night to chat with you?"

"Other than you and your son, there should be no one else who can make me upset in the middle of the night! No matter whether they are dead or alive!"

Cong Gang's words brought with it a hint of domineering... resentment?

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Feng Xinglang snorted contemptuously, "You are such a different kind of mother! You are neither human nor ghost!"

Just as he moved the chair and was about to sit down, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. Feng Xinglang subconsciously supported it with his hand.

"Why didn't your mother get me a quilt to cushion me?" Feng Xinglang complained.

"You are too squeamish!"

Cong Gang raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xinglang's waist.

"My body is delicate and my flesh is expensive! I can't compare to a crude ghost like you!"

Feng Xinglang was dissatisfied with Cong Gang's arrogant attitude towards him as his master.

"You are so delicate, so expensive...it means that Yan Bang will lift you above his head and hold you in the palm of his hand! Don't be too self-righteous!"

Talking to Cong Gang always made Feng Xinglang angry.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang also wonders: What is the reason that allows him to be so 'humiliating' and keep this arrogant bitch like Cong Gang alive until now? Even if he died hundreds of times, he would not be wronged!

"If you have the guts, don't lick your face and save me!"

Feng Xinglang snorted with anger.

"I'm just saving you to relieve my boredom! Don't think too much!"

Cong Gang made a sarcastic remark out of the blue, which really made Feng Xinglang furious.

"I'm hungry! Get something to eat!"

Feng Xinglang was too lazy to say anything more to a pretentious guy like Cong Gang.

Looking at Cong Gang's thin but strong back, Feng Xinglang suddenly had a very evil thought:

If this guy was stripped naked and dumped on the commercial street... would he be so depressed that he wanted to die?

When Feng Xinglang and his son rushed back to Feng's house, it was already sunny outside.

Because brother Nuonuo didn't go to school, Feng Tuantuan also stayed at home and refused to go.

"Uncle...Brother Nuonuo...you are finally back! You have been waiting so hard!"

The little cutie rushed over, and instead of rushing towards her uncle Feng Xinglang who was waiting for her to hug him with open arms, he ran directly towards the little friend Lin Nuo who was holding a big red Chinese knot in his hand.

This bright red Chinese knot was given by Cong Gang. Seeing that there was nothing more interesting in the wooden house, the little guy accepted it.

"Slug, what are you doing? You're so annoying!"

Although he scolded him like this, the little guy didn't push away Feng Tuantuan who threw himself into his arms. After letting her hug him for a while, he pulled her little arms away from his body.

"Brother Nuonuo, do you want to be together?" the cute little girl asked in a milky voice.

"I didn't think so!"

The little guy found a place to hang up the Chinese knot in his hand, "Why should I miss you? It's annoying!"

"Tuan Tuan, where is your aunt? She won't be doing academic work early in the morning, right?"

Feng Xinglang glanced towards the study room. That seductive woman is coming back, and he must keep his woman under his radar 24 hours a day.

"Xinglang, are you back?"

Xueluo walked out of the study with a pile of documents and materials, "Great, I'll leave it all to you! You have to work harder today and go to work with your two children."

"What do you mean?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman with light makeup.

"I'm going to the job market. There's a big job fair today!"

Xueluo has been preparing for this job fair for more than a week. She has been studying for more than half a year, and it's time for her to show off her skills.

"My wife, Feng Xinglang, is going to the job market? Did I hear you correctly?"

Feng Xinglang frowned, "Shouldn't you be helping your husband recruit talented people?"

"I'll find myself a job!"

Knowing that her husband was going through this difficult time, Xueluo had been secretly working on her resume and information. The effect of online filing was not very satisfactory, so she wanted to go to the talent market to experience it for herself.

"Again!"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and wanted to take the resume from Xueluo's hand, but Xueluo ducked aside alertly.

"I'm not making trouble with you! I really want to find a job to support myself!"

"What the hell...what's this all about? Lao Mo didn't give you enough pocket money? My husband does, so you can get as much as you want!"

Of course Feng Xinglang would not agree with Xueluo's decision to take any class and earn any money, "My husband is honored that you can spend money for me!"

"Xinglang, it's not about money! I don't want to waste my future life."

Xueluomao got dressed and tried to avoid Feng Xinglang and ran out of the living room. But he was still stopped by the man.

"Speaking so profoundly...can you bear to leave your husband and children to serve others?"

Feng Xinglang hugged Xueluo's waist, brought her handsome face close to his, and sucked the woman's face hard.

"Everyone living in the world must reflect his or her own value in life! Feng Xinglang, you can't be too selfish!"

Xueluo also thought about finding a job secretly, but in order to avoid the trouble of finding a job with a man and not letting her go, she decided to be honest with the man first.

"My good son, your mother will cruelly leave us, father and son, to serve others. Do you agree?"