Chapter 315 The Punctured Window Paper

Lan Youyou was shocked by Feng Xinglang's hostility. Then she pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing.

It’s really scary to think about it: an 8-year-old child chased a dog for five or six miles, and then beat the dog to death with rocks! Just because the dog bit his eldest brother Feng Lixin?

It seems that freezing three feet is not a day's cold: Feng Xinglang has been a violent person since he was a child!

"Xinglang, why are you yelling again? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have told Youyou such bloody things."

Feng Lixin is a good old man. He has a habit of taking all the mistakes on himself. Especially when dealing with your loved ones and loved ones.

Feng Xinglang approached the hospital bed, picked up Feng Lixin's hand that had been used to expand and soften the epidermis from the sterile cloth, and carefully inspected and compared it.

"Feng Lixin, I really doubt that if it was Zhang San or Li Si who was trapped in the underground warehouse, you would have risked your life to save him, right?"

Feng Xinglang asked casually.

"I'm not as noble as you think! Of course I also want to live!" Feng Lixin smiled.

Life is only once for everyone. But Feng Lixin gave this limited life to Feng Xinglang!

Feng Xinglang suddenly fell silent and remained silent for a long time.

Feeling that Feng Xinglang's mood became heavy again, Feng Lixin quickly held his hand.

"Xinglang, don't be gloomy. Brother is much better now! I just hope you can live well and be happy."

Feng Xinglang said nothing and didn't want to say anything.

He just leaned over and kissed Feng Lixin loudly on his scar-covered face.

Aunt An and Xiao Qian came in carrying a bunch of thermos bottles. Because Feng Lixin's treatment took a long time and was not suitable for running around and tiring in a short period of time, Aunt An brought lunch at noon.

"Aunt An, has Xueluo eaten? She didn't go to school this weekend."

While Aunt An was serving dishes, Feng Lixin asked with concern.

"I didn't go. I'm sleeping at home! Just before I came, I served her a bowl of fresh mushroom and fish balls. After eating, my wife went to bed again! I guess there are too many sports in school recently, and she will easily become sleepy!"

Too much sports? Lan Youyou's beautiful eyes narrowed: I think she was tired of being with Feng Xinglang!

"Oh, then don't disturb her and let her have a good rest." Feng Lixin said warmly.

"Young master, don't worry. I will take good care of my wife."

Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows raised slightly: Didn't he toss her for a while in the kitchen last night? Why was she still so sleepy? He worked so hard throughout the whole process that he didn't feel tired, and that silly Baitian was so pretentious! It seems that I will do this exercise more often in the future!

As usual, Feng Xinglang picked up the bowl and went to feed Feng Lixin; but Lan Youyou took it over.

"Alang, you can eat it yourself. I'll feed your brother."

Lan Youyou was so beautiful that she looked like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of this world. And the gentle words at this moment made her appear kind and pure.

Feng Xinglang did not insist, but supervised Lan Youyou to feed Feng Lixin.

Feng Lixin ate slowly, and Lan Youyou fed slowly; from time to time, he would use chopsticks to pick up shredded beef fillet or sticky meat skin and feed it into Feng Lixin's mouth.

"Yuyou, thank you for your hard work!"

When Feng Lixin looked at Lan Youyou, his eyes were filled with unbreakable tenderness.

But Feng Xinglang wanted to know: How much of Lan Youyou's tender feeding was disguised?

Everything is pretty good. At least that's what it seems on the surface.

But Lan Youyou is itchy again!

She picked up a piece of Dongpo meat and fed it to Feng Xinglang's mouth, "Alang, are you hungry too? Eat a piece of meat."

Feng Xinglang didn't open his mouth, but stared at Lan Youyou with his sharp eyes to warn her that what she was doing was inappropriate.

"Why, you don't dislike the chopsticks your brother used, do you?"

Lan Youyou asked this deliberately.

Feng Xinglang even ate the fish balls that fell on Feng Lixin, so how could he dislike the chopsticks that Feng Lixin used?

Lan Youyou did this just because she wanted to 'make peace' with Feng Xinglang.

If Feng Xinglang is willing to open his mouth to eat, it means that he has forgiven her; but if Feng Xinglang is unwilling to open his mouth to eat...

"I don't dislike my brother, but I dislike you!"

This time, Feng Xinglang refused simply, leaving no room for Lan Youyou's imagination.

Watching his beloved woman hold up her chopsticks for a long time, Feng Lixin felt really distressed.

"Yuyou, give it to me. I haven't eaten much these days and I want to eat meat." Feng Lixin didn't want to embarrass Lan Youyou too much.

The Dongpo meat on the chopsticks could not be put into Feng Xinglang's mouth, nor was it intended to be put into Feng Lixin's mouth. Instead, it was eaten by Lan Youyou himself.

Lan Youyou's beautiful eyes were stained with tears, ready to come out.

"You also said that you want to be a nanny for my brother. With your attitude, you are not qualified in the first place!"

Feng Xinglang took the bowl and spoon from Lan Youyou and began to feed Feng Lixin himself.

"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!" Lan Youyou ran out with tears in her eyes.

Left behind was an indifferent Feng Xinglang, and a distressed Feng Lixin.

Feng Lixin did not open his mouth when Feng Xinglang fed her medicated liquid food; Lan Youyou left in tears, and it seemed that his heart went with him.

"Xinglang, isn't it just a piece of meat? If you eat it, won't you get it?"

"Feng Lixin, are you a bit promising? That is the woman you love so much! She may become my sister-in-law in the future. You actually let me eat the meat she feeds? Aren't you being cruel?"

Feng Xinglang scolded him harshly. Don't show any mercy to Feng Lixin.

"Can you bear it if I sleep with her?"

Feng Xinglang asked another irritating question.

Feng Lixin was silent, not knowing how to answer. It took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Actually, I can see that the person Youyou likes is you."

This layer of window paper was finally removed by Feng Lixin himself.

Feng Xinglang stared at Feng Lixin with cold eyes and said coldly: "Then what you mean is: do you want to give Lan Youyou to me?"

Feng Lixin felt a pain in his heart. The whole person trembled slightly.

"If you can make Yuyou happy...I am willing!"

"Feng Lixin, put the P!"

Feng Xinglang roared angrily, "Feng Lixin, as long as you say: you don't love that woman Lan Youyou anymore, I will throw her from the twelfth floor right now!"

"Xinglang, don't...don't get excited...just calm down! I like Youyou, I love her."

Feng Lixin was so nervous that his hands were trembling, and he hugged Feng Xinglang tightly, who was almost out of control.

"Please don't hurt Youyou! I like her, I love her!" Feng Lixin confessed urgently.

"Feng Lixin, remember: if you love her, she can live; if you don't love her anymore, then she will die!"

Feng Xinglang hissed, "I really hope that this cancer of Lan Youyou can be dug out of your body as soon as possible!"

"You can't dig! If you dig her up, I won't be able to survive! Just keep her alive. The person you will never hurt the most is you, Feng Xinglang!"