Chapter 303 If I Die, Remember to Take Good Care of My Brother

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"Miss me? So engrossed."

As usual, Feng Xinglang sat down next to Xueluo's row of seats. The magnitude of the sinking reflects the man's robustness and uprightness.

"Second Young Master Feng, why are you here? Why didn't you call first?"

When Yuan Duoduo saw Feng Xinglang, her sad face, which was originally very realistic, suddenly returned to the dreamlike longing of a girl.

Xue Fen really underestimated Feng Xinglang's attraction to Yuan Duoduo: Yuan Duoduo, who was full of righteous indignation and criticized Feng Xinglang just now, now seems to have changed his appearance, and even used "you"!

I really lost to her!

Xueluo stood up; but was grabbed by Feng Xinglang's strong arm.

"Where are you going? Sit down obediently! I don't mind showing violence in public!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was low and sharp. He thought that Xueluo wanted to avoid him again.

This man is always like this, he can stare at each other with a few words. If you can't stand it, you have to bear it. It seems that you never estimate the feelings of others!

"I'll get you some stomach-warming tripe soup."

Xueluo said softly. She remembered that the man had a bad stomach, and he didn't know how to take good care of it himself.

Seeing his dusty appearance, Xueluo knew that this man must not have eaten.

In fact, it was indeed not an easy task to get rid of that clingy woman Lan Youyou and rush to Xueluo's place.

The hand that was clasping Xueluo's wrist was slowly loosened, and the eyes became charming: "Then there will be Mrs. Laofeng."

Xueluo turned around and went to the small window to buy tripe soup. Normally, she and Yuan Duoduo would only buy food at the big window. Because the small windows are usually eaten by local tyrants and rich second generations, the price is extremely expensive.

"Feng Xinglang, why didn't you go to Shipi County to retrieve Xueluo? She has been missing for so many days, yet you don't care about her? Don't tell me that you haven't found Xueluo's whereabouts. I The beautiful fairytale love between the prince and Cinderella in my mind has been destroyed by you!"

Yuan Duoduo was still somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Xinglang's indifference to Xueluo's 'missing' these days.

"Fairytale love? Prince and Cinderella? How old are you?"

Feng Xinglang asked Yuan Duoduo instead without answering, while catching Xueluo's figure casually.

"In every woman's heart, there is almost a fairytale love hidden in her heart. It has nothing to do with age!"

Yuan Duoduo is the kind of girl whose reality and fantasy coexist. Reality when it should be reality, fantasy when it should be fantasy.

Otherwise, I really can't live happily this day!

"You mean...that silly Baitian Lin Xueluo also has a stupid dream hidden in her heart?"

It could be seen that Feng Xinglang was only interested in the fairy tale love that Xueluo harbored in his heart.

But in his opinion, no matter how beautiful fairy tale love is, it is extremely stupid!

"of course!"

Yuan Duoduo pouted, her expression seemed to be a little gloomy. Because she could tell that Feng Xinglang only cared about everything related to Lin Xueluo.

Not jealousy, but pure envy.

Obviously, Feng Xinglang is not suitable for men who talk about fairy tale love! Because he is a realist.

"I asked the master to reheat it in the microwave. It's still hot, so drink it carefully." Xueluo brought the big soup bowl to Feng Xinglang.

There are still chopped green onions scattered on the white tripe soup. Although the taste is not as rich as Nanny An's, but with Xueluo's caring heart, it warms the heart and stomach a lot.

"Xueluo, your sister-in-law is so kind to my uncle!" Yuan Duoduo deliberately made a sour sound.

sister in law? Uncle?

Xueluo bit her lip bitterly. She didn't refute Yuan Duoduo's words, and she couldn't refute them.

This man refuses to admit it, nor does he want to admit her as his wife in law, so why should she explain herself wishfully!

"Duoduo, let me buy a bowl for you too." Xueluo stood up again.

"Thank you, no need! I can't afford this local rich soup! I'd better drink my tomato and egg soup, it's nutritious and beautiful!"

Yuan Duoduo made a joke. She and Xueluo almost never bought any food from the small window, and almost only ate big pot meals from the big window.

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The campus in the afternoon, bathed in sunshine, is lazy and quiet.

Xueluo did not leave with Yuan Duoduo to go back to the dormitory, but stayed with Feng Xinglang for a walk on the campus. Xueluo knew that even if she wanted to escape, Feng Xinglang would not let her.

Xueluo wanted to give the little boy in his stomach more opportunities to get close to his biological father whom he had never met.

Xueluo clearly realized: such opportunities are running out!

"If I accidentally die, please take good care of my brother! I will leave enough money to let you and my brother live comfortably for the rest of our lives!"

I thought that Feng Xinglang would start his conversation with her with angry questions, abuse, or sarcasm, but he didn't expect him to use such sad words as his opening remarks.

Xueluo didn't know how to answer the man's sudden pessimistic words, tears rolled down uncontrollably in an instant.

"No! I won't help you take care of your brother! He's not my brother! I won't take care of him!"

Xueluo hastily denied it. She knew that Feng Xinglang cared the most and was most worried about his elder brother Feng Lixin!

And he actually said such desolate words, does it indicate that...

Xueluo didn't want to think about it, nor did she want to think about it!

"Didn't you take good care of my brother when I was away this morning?"

Feng Xinglang slightly bent his index finger, and wiped away the tears that rolled down Xueluo's cheeks.

"Anyway, I won't help you take care of your brother! You don't even have to think about it! Your own brother, you take care of yourself!"

Xueluo was so sad that she couldn't stop crying.

The tears streaming down made Feng Xinglang inexplicably distressed.

Of course he knew: with the kindness of a woman, if he ever had such a day, she would definitely take good care of his elder brother Feng Lixin.

Feng Xinglang suddenly held Xueluo's cheek tenderly, and carefully wiped away Xueluo's tears with the pulp of his thumb.

But I found that my actions like this have become counterproductive.

"Feng Xinglang, don't wipe it!"

Xueluo pushed Feng Xinglang's hand away, sobbing, trying to stop crying in front of the man, but still choked up habitually.

"Why do you keep rubbing more and more? This faucet can't be turned off? Waste of water!"

Feng Xinglang joked in a humorous tone. The woman's tears touched the softest string in his heart.

The tears streaming down her cheeks turned Xueluo, who was originally tough and strong, into a glass doll that shattered.

"It seems that the method of rubbing is wrong!"

Feng Xinglang slightly lowered his head and leaned forward, covering the corners of her eyes with his lips, gently sucking away the teardrops.

Xueluo froze suddenly, her tears stopped falling immediately as if a faucet had been turned on.

She stared blankly at the strange man, staring blankly, without any response for a long time.

It seemed that Xueluo couldn't believe it: a violent man like Feng Xinglang would have such tender moments!