Chapter 641 Becoming Cinderella Again 3

Cong Gang did not rush to answer Feng Xinglang's question, but first applied the last piece of Chinese herbal ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on the area above Feng Xinglang's hip bone.

"I was thrown out of the car!"

Then, he answered Feng Xinglang casually.

"I fucked your sister! You really did it to them..."

Feng Xinglang wanted to sit up angrily, but as soon as he exerted force on his abdomen, he felt pain that made his whole body go limp. But he still struggled to use his elbows to support his half-disabled body... After trying several times, he was about to roll off the hollow uterus, and Cong just grunted again.

"Wei Kang has been asked to pick up their mother and son."

Cong Gang still compromised. It was probably because Feng Xinglang's internal injuries were really serious this time.

But Feng Xinglang had a stubborn temper.

Sometimes his behavior is the same as that of 5-year-old Lin Nuo: torturing himself and making those who care about him nervous and anxious.

And Cong Gang was the one who was nervous and worried about him!

Feng Xinglang lay back on the hollow hut and moved to a more comfortable position that would not cause physical pain.

Then he just stared at Cong Gang, who was wet with sweat.

"Wei Kang...is he yours?"

As early as in Fort Pett, Feng Xinglang had such doubts. But at that time, it was obvious that he could only save his life first.

"Um."

Cong Gang just responded quietly. But nothing was explained. There was no deliberate concealment.

"Bullshit...when did you learn to recruit troops?"

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, revealing a dissatisfied interrogation mood.

Cong Gang did not answer, and seemed unable to answer. He pulled open the large towel around Feng Xinglang's waist, put it in cold water and scrubbed it for a few times, then covered Feng Xinglang's waist again.

There was not a single trace on Feng Xinglang's entire muscular body. Everything together is bright and pure.

"But Wei Kang appears next to Yan Bang?"

this is the key of the problem. Although Feng Xinglang was paraplegic, his mind was still extremely smart.

Cong Gang still didn't answer Feng Xinglang's question. It seems that when 'Yan Bang' is mentioned, he won't be in a good mood. He returned to his usual calm demeanor that he didn't deserve a beating.

"You want to assassinate Yan Bang?"

Cong Gang's silence made Feng Xinglang think that it was his acquiescence.

"It was Yan Bang who wanted to assassinate me! I was just acting in self-defense!"

Finally, Cong Gang was still trapped by Feng Xinglang's constant tricks, and he refuted for himself.

"With your skills, how can Yan Bang kill you? But if you take action, Yan Bang will definitely die!"

People sympathize with the weak. Between Cong Gang and Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang's words instinctively favored the weak Yan Bang.

"You praise me too much." Cong Gang snorted coldly.

"What is the deep grudge between you and Yan Bang that forces you to put him to death?"

Feng Xinglang, who was already restless, became sharper in his questions. Even harsh.

"You should ask Yan Bang about this!"

Cong Gang wiped the sweat off his cheeks with a towel, then threw the towel aside and stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xinglang asked, chasing Cong Gang's back.

"You have nothing to do with it!" Cong Gang didn't even look back.

"I fucked your sister! Get back here!"

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In the past two days, Xueluo thought a lot about the future of herself and her son.

Xueluo, who was originally resurrected with full blood, became more and more annoyed and confused the more she thought about it.

First of all, she didn't even get a college diploma from Shenda University, let alone her bachelor's degree.

In Shanghai, how can you find a job without a diploma? He also said that he would enroll his son Lin Nuo in a foreign language kindergarten.

Just yesterday, Xueluo heard the phone call from the bank to Yuan Duoduo to collect mortgage loans. Although Yuan Duoduo was still happy on the surface, Xueluo could still see her inner anxiety and sadness.

No matter how bad Yuan Duoduo is, at least he still has this small house of more than 40 square meters, so that he will not sleep on the street.

But what about her, Lin Xueluo? Except for his son Lin Nuo, he has no material possessions. It can be said that he is penniless and has no means of making a living.

Fortunately, Yuan Duoduo, a good friend, took in the mother and son, otherwise, she would have taken her son to the streets.

And for all this, who can Xueluo blame?

"Da Duoduo, your place is so small. It's not even big enough for me to do somersaults."

The child Lin Nuo really couldn't stretch his limbs in this living room and dining room, which was only about ten square meters. He seemed to be invisibly restrained by this cramped space.

Da Duoduo is the nickname given to Yuan Duoduo by Lin Nuo's children. The little guy loves to bark, and Yuan Duoduo loves to listen, and the two hit it off.

Although Xueluo, a mother, felt that it was not very polite for her son to call Yuan Duoduo that way, it would not be possible to correct this three-foot ice problem in a day.

"Yes... Daduoduo is a poor man and can only live in such a small house!"

Yuan Duoduo lovingly stroked the little guy's bumped head.

"You are so pitiful! I will ask my adoptive father to give you a big house when you wait!"

The little guy said generously.

"Okay! Then Duoduo is waiting for your good news!"

Yuan Duoduo teased the lively and handsome Lin Xiaozhengtai.

But Xueluo on the side couldn't laugh or cry.

Xueluo felt extremely sad because of her son's ignorance of worldly affairs. The little guy doesn't seem to realize yet: he and his mommy are about to start a life of eating one meal and no next meal. And now I can only stay in other people's homes.

How can I make my son understand the predicament he and Mommy are in now?

Xueluo is really worried.

"Nono, you and Mommy are free now. But the price of freedom is: we can't rely on your adoptive father or your biological father, but we have to be self-reliant. Mommy will work and make money to support us, understand?"

The little guy was stunned for a moment, blinking his clear eyes and looking at the serious Mommy Xueluo.

"Rely on ourselves?"

"Yes! Rely on ourselves!"

"But... but Nono is so young, and Mommy is a girl, how can we make money?"

Perhaps in the little guy's cognition: men should be the ones who make money to support the family.

In fact, the little guy doesn't even have a clear concept of 'making money'! Because in Petburg, he has never lacked food, clothes, and servants.

"Making money, that's what Mommy wants to think about, you don't have to worry too much! Wait a few days, Mommy will help you find a better kindergarten..."

Xueluo paused again. Sending my son to kindergarten is a big expense, and I am penniless, what can I do!

"Lin Xueluo, if you want to give your son a good learning environment, it is useless to just shout slogans and swear! Everything needs money! Do you understand? So, don't be hypocritical, and quickly throw yourself into Feng Xinglang's arms and be your rich wife again! Everything will be solved!"

Fairy tales are innocent, but reality is cruel.