Chapter 387 Are You Sure You Are Not a Happy Father?

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Feng Xinglang stopped for a moment in front of the door of the medical room, but in the end he didn't go in.

He turned and left.

The master bedroom on the second floor is his and Lin Xueluo's wedding room.

In the wedding room, there was still a festive atmosphere. The red quilt was replaced by Aunt An again.

He couldn't remember whether the little thing in the woman's belly was made on this chu, but he only remembered that every time he had fun with her, she always pushed and shoved like that, playing that extremely dangerous game. Gao's desire to refuse and welcome the show.

I really don't know if that silly woman is really stupid or fake. Doesn't she know that a man's conquest will only be stronger in that state?

Feng Xinglang lay on the wedding table, he wanted to feel the festive atmosphere of the wedding table; but he couldn't feel it!

Yes, it's just the woman's bloody little face, but it is full of tenacity and stubbornness that can't beat Xiaoqiang to death.

Even if she is abused and bullied like this by him, she will still say: I will take good care of your brother! I have soup to drink, but I will never let your brother drink water! If you can serve him in the toilet, so can I!

What a stupid woman who is too stupid to look straight at!

She's so stupid... Feng Xinglang really feels sorry for her!

When he turned his head, Feng Xinglang saw two bottles of red wine in the triangular cabinet beside the chaise longue. There are also two crystal clear crystal cups.

The Feng family did not hold a wedding for Xueluo and Feng Xinglang. Feng Lixin's mental outlook is not suitable for being too noisy.

Nanny An prepared red wine for the second young master and second young mistress, hoping that they could have some wine on their wedding night.

But I didn't expect the Second Young Mistress to be scared away from the wedding room that night!

And those two bottles of red wine have been shelved until now.

Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards the two bottles of red wine.

At this moment, he really needs these two bottles of red wine to relieve his fatigue.

The crystal clear crystal glass against the coquettish blood-like red wine immediately gave off a sense of grandeur and dignity.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that the red wine, like the vampire's mouth, seemed to want to devour his soul.

Gan Li's wine enters the throat, cool and refreshing, calming down the anguish and depression accumulated in the heart in an instant.

So, Feng Xing Lang Suo lay down on the imperial concubine chair, and began to drink one cup after another.

[I don't want to sit and have breakfast with rude people! 】

[Please call me sister-in-law! Didn't your parents teach you to be polite? 】

[What's so fancy about this platter? Color, aroma, taste, color and shape rank first. I just want your brother to feel better after watching this smiling face puzzle, and his appetite will also improve. 】

【Feng Xinglang, do you like children? 】

【Feng Xinglang, you only intend to live for your brother in this life? 】

【Feng Xinglang, do you need me to give birth to a child for you? 】

Maybe, he doesn't like children;

Maybe, he doesn't need her to bear him a child...

It's just that he doesn't deserve a child!

Under the influence of alcohol, Feng Xinglang's world began to blur.

Sometimes, not having a calm and rational heart is a blessing. You can live silly and innocent, carefree, don't think about anything, don't care about anything!

Holding the red wine bottle, Feng Xinglang blew directly at it. After a few sips, a bottle of red wine bottomed out.

Feng Xinglang staggered, wanting to step over the chaise longue to get another bottle of red wine on the triangular cabinet; he just felt that the red wine seemed to have grown legs, the more he stretched his arms, the bottle of red wine would be gone The farther he goes.

In a daze, he saw a figure dangling in front of him.

There was no light in the wedding room, and with the moonlight outside the window and the alcohol in his body, Feng Xinglang was really not sure: Is it a human or a ghost that dangles in front of his eyes?

"Huh? Cong Gang... Did you come back to life? Or did I die?"

Feng Xinglang was not drunk. This little red wine is not enough to get drunk for a person like him who often spends nights with Baimo.

So he recognized the figure holding the bottle of red wine, it was Cong Gang!

"It doesn't matter if I die or not! The important thing is that you only need to know that you are still alive!"

Cong Gang spoke up, and put the bottle of red wine away from Feng Xinglang.

The lights came on, dazzled the whole room.

"What are you doing with the light on? It's about to turn off!"

Somewhat uncomfortable, Feng Xinglang blocked the dazzling light with his hands.

Cong Gang didn't move at all, just stood there quietly, staring at Feng Xinglang, who was drinking away his worries.

Somewhat decadent Feng Xinglang!

At this moment, Feng Xinglang hated Cong Gang! He wouldn't even leave him such a short escape from himself!

Feng Xinglang patted his temples with both palms, as if he wanted to wake himself up by hitting him this way.

"Take off your clothes!"

Feng Xinglang said in a somewhat abrupt and cold voice.

"..."

Cong Gang was stunned for a moment: It seemed that he was not sure whether Feng Xinglang was drunk or awake?

"You don't take it off, I will do it myself!"

Feng Xinglang rushed towards Cong Gang, and pushed the clothes on his upper body straight up to his collarbone.

"No injuries...very good!"

While Feng Xinglang was muttering to himself, his style of painting suddenly changed, and his right uppercut hit Cong Gang hard in the abdomen.

Cong Gang is also a carbohydrate man, he is not a god!

The point is, he never expected that Feng Xinglang would attack him like crazy!

With a muffled groan of pain, Cong Gang half-curled his body and took a big step back to avoid the uncertain Feng Xinglang.

"Dog, I was almost played to death by Hetun, and you still have the leisure to play with me and pretend to be dead?"

"And it caused me to pinch the dead body in the funeral parlor for a long time! Why didn't your mother really die!"

As soon as Feng Xinglang said this, Cong Gang knew that he had woken up.

Cong Gang knew Feng Xinglang went to the funeral home. He also knew that Feng Xinglang recognized that the corpse was not Cong Gang himself.

And what Feng Xinglang said to the corpse in the funeral parlor, he also heard it!

"Isn't it just a multiple-choice question, so that you can be played to death?"

Cong Gang said quietly. He bent over and took out something that looked like an air nail gun from the canvas bag on the ground.

"Lin Xueluo is pregnant."

After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang said, "The child is almost four months old!"

Cong Gang, holding the air nail gun, paused slightly, still indifferent, "Congratulations, you are going to be a father!"

After delaying for a second, Cong Gang casually added another sentence, "Are you sure you are not a happy father?"

"..." Feng Xinglang was stunned for a moment.

It seems that he didn't expect Cong Gang to have a cold humor.

In fact, Cong Gang's cold humor was just to divert Feng Xinglang's attention.

With a "poof", Cong Gang tore off the shirt on his left shoulder, and punched something into Feng Xinglang's bicep.