Feng Xinglang returned to the Feng family with the smell of alcohol all over his body.
This was what Xue Luo did not want to see her husband Feng Xinglang in this state!
She knew that the man was extremely sad because of Yan Bang's death; but he could not lose his mind because of this, right?
Driving back with the smell of alcohol all over his body, wasn't he playing with his life!
How could he forget that he already had a wife and child?!
Xue Luo's heart ached for the man, but she was resentful and worried that the man did not take care of his own body.
"Xinglang, have you had dinner?"
Xue Luo hurriedly got up from the sofa in the living room and went to support the swaying Feng Xinglang.
"I have eaten."
Feng Xinglang hugged the woman who came forward to support him, "Why haven't you slept? Waiting for your husband to pamper you? "
Sometimes, the small affection and love between husband and wife also needed the environment and atmosphere to set the tone.
Obviously, the atmosphere and situation at this moment was not suitable to say such affectionate words.
"Yes!"
Xue Luo openly admitted her concern for the man, "I was worried that you would drink and drive again … My heart has been clenched for you until now!"
"You must have absolute confidence in your husband's alcohol tolerance and driving skills!"
Feng Xinglang leaned over and heavily sucked on Xue Luo's cheek, leaving a warm red mark on it.
"Feng Xinglang, next time when you drink, you are not allowed to drive!"
Xue Luo was very serious with her husband, "Otherwise, I will let Nuo Nuo not go to school and supervise you 24 hours a day!"
"Are you really willing to let your own son not go to school?"
Feng Xinglang snorted with the smell of alcohol.
"Of course I am willing!"
Xue Luo helped the man to the sofa and replied in a resentful voice, "Compared to the safety of his own father, what is going to school!"
Feng Xinglang curled up his fingers and caressed the woman's white and anxious face.
"Wife, when you are concerned about me, you are the most charming!"
Xue Luo pushed the man's hand away and said sternly, "A husband who makes his wife and child worry is the most annoying!"
The man smiled, a slightly sad smile, slowly spread on his drunken handsome face.
"Lin Xue Luo … I really did not expect that I would actually fall in love with you …"
The man drawled, his voice full of deep affection. "Are you surprised?"
Xue Luo took a cushion and placed it under the man's head to make him more comfortable.
"What are you surprised about?"
Xue Luo snorts, "Falling in love with me, do you feel wronged?"
"Not at all! To be able to marry you is my, Feng Xinglang's, blessing for three lifetimes! "
Feng Xinglang opened his palm and grabbed the back of Xue Luo's neck and pulled her forward, letting her lips come in contact with his.
It was just a light peck, not a deep kiss.
He knew that women didn't like him when he smelled of alcohol.
Hearing the sound of the engine, Feng Lixin put on her thick pajamas and went downstairs.
He wanted to have a good talk with his younger brother, Feng Xinglang, but he didn't expect to see the couple in the living room downstairs. She then returned to the bedroom on the second floor, not wanting to disturb the couple's intimate moment.
At this moment, Feng Lixin suddenly felt that she and her daughter Feng Tuantuan should indeed move into the slightly smaller villa next door. It was convenient for them to take care of each other while maintaining a certain distance.
But how was he going to convince his younger brother Feng Xinglang and daughter Feng Tuantuan?
Before Xue Luo brought over the hangover soup, Feng Xinglang had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
"Madam, I'll go call Xiao Hu now to help Second Young Master to rest upstairs."
Housekeeper Mo accompanied Xue Luo in the living room, waiting for Second Young Master Feng Xinglang.
"There's no need."
Xue Luo let out a long sigh, "Let him sleep on the sofa in the living room tonight."
Housekeeper Mo understood Madam Xue Luo's intention: For a drunk Second Young Master, sleeping on the sofa was more meaningful than sleeping in the master bedroom on the third floor. It was just that the comfort level would be lower.
"Ah? Let Second Young Master sleep on the sofa? "
Aunt An was the one who was most protective, "Let Xiao Hu move Second Young Master to the guest room."
"No need! Let him sleep on the sofa tonight! "
Looking at the man's drunken and sleeping appearance, Xue Luo insisted.
"Madam …"
"Listen to Madam, let Second Young Master sleep on the sofa. He will remember! "
Aunt An still wanted to say something but was pulled away by Housekeeper Mo, "Old An, go get a blanket for Second Young Master."
Although Aunt An was reluctant, but Madam and Housekeeper Mo insisted on letting Second Young Master sleep on the sofa, Aunt An could only do as they said.
With the help of alcohol, Feng Xinglang slept soundly that night.
With a 'plop' sound, Feng Xinglang flipped over and flipped onto the floor.
"Hiss …" Feng Xinglang groaned in his sleep and immediately woke up.
Looking around, he realized that he was actually sleeping on the … floor in the living room?
Shouldn't he be sleeping on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom on the third floor? Why is it the floor in the living room?
Feng Xinglang climbed up from the floor and casually threw the blanket on the sofa.
That woman was actually willing to let him sleep on the sofa?
How could she be so heartless?
This was not in line with the woman's deep love for him!
Feng Xinglang vaguely remembered last night when he returned home drunk, the woman's heart ached for him!
With dissatisfaction and unwillingness, Feng Xinglang walked briskly to the third floor.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, the woman and the child snuggled up to each other as they slept. It was exceptionally warm and beautiful.
The bed was so big, and she was actually willing to let him sleep on the sofa?
The man walked over and with both hands on the side of the bed, he quietly looked at the mother and son in their sweet dreams. It was as if he was slightly angry that the mother and son's sweet dreams did not include him.
Feng Xinglang's big hand reached in and caressed the woman's exquisite and graceful figure.
With a little dissatisfaction, the man's big hand pressed down on the woman's voluptuous body …
As he wished, the woman woke up from her deep sleep. She angrily stared at the evil man and wrapped herself tightly with the blanket.
"How could you be so daring to let your husband sleep on the sofa?"
The man muttered as he tightly snuggled up to her.
"You have such a strong smell of alcohol, how could you bear to let us smell it for the whole night?" Xue Luo scolded back.
"What, you still despise your own husband?"
Feng Xinglang tightly hugged Xue Luo from behind and naughtily pinched her delicate body.
"Yes, despise! Quite despise! "
Xue Luo harrumphed and pulled the man's big hand to wrap her pajamas, "The sofa in the living room is specially left for you. It is left for you to drive home drunk and sleep! "
"Are you serious?"
The man lightly bit the woman's delicate ear, "Are you really angry?"
"Your life is your own, if you don't cherish it, others can only worry about it!"
Xue Luo harrumphed and with her action, she purposely pushed the man down the bed.
"Wife, I am wrong … in the future I will definitely cherish my own body! Don't forget that I am a man with a wife and child! "
Feng Xinglang hugged the woman who was pushing him in his arms tightly and kissed her cheeks softly.
He knew that the woman really loved him and was reluctant to part with him. She hardened her heart to let him sleep on the sofa for the whole night, which was also the expression of her deep love.
"Bastard Feng Xinglang, why did you come back so late?"
Little Lin Nuo squinted his sleepy eyes and popped out his little head from his mommy's embrace.
"I came back long ago … it was just that your heartless mommy punished me to sleep on the sofa in the living room for the whole night!"
Feng Xinglang moved his handsome face closer, "Dear father is so pitiful, quickly give daddy a kiss and help daddy relieve his grievance!"
"You deserve it!"
The little fellow immediately united with his mother, "Who asked you to always come back so late? Is earning money more important than your wife and son? You don't even come back to accompany your wife and son for dinner! You are really too hateful! "
"My biological father knows … but shouldn't my biological son speak more filial words and act more filial?"
The little fellow pursed his little mouth and hid in his mommy's embrace, not saying a word.
Following that, he suddenly popped out his little head and gave his father Feng Xinglang a loud kiss on his face.
It was considered as an apology to his father!
*****
In the dark study room, Feng Xinglang was fiddling with a long box.
There were two unused drugs in the box: the light blue liquid was clear and refreshing, looking quite harmless to humans and animals.
Only Feng Xinglang knew that these were two deadly poisons that were related to blood.
It had been delayed for more than a month. It was time to use these drugs which had an effective period of half a year.
And Yan Bang's death had somehow extended someone's life subconsciously.
When a life was about to be lost, it would breed a kind of different kind of compassion.
It was a kind of remembrance and sacrifice of life.
Or perhaps, Lan Youyou should thank Yan Bang; Yan Bang used his own death to buffer her death.
Lan Youyou, who was in prison, waited for more than a month, but the second drug that Yan Bang mentioned did not come.
Once again, the facts proved that Yan Bang was fooling her! He just wanted her to be completely disappointed in Feng Xinglang, and even despair.
However, Lan Youyou did not know that the outside world had already experienced changes.
She was still alive and well, but the perverted Yan Bang was buried in the sea and fed to the sharks before her.
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang slammed the lid on the box in his hand.
He thought of a person.
A person he should have thought of a long time ago.
Cong Gang!
How could he have forgotten about Cong Gang?
In fact, Feng Xinglang also thought of Cong Gang at that time. He just felt that Cong Gang was in the same position as He Tun, and would only get rid of Yan Bang quickly.
Therefore, Feng Xinglang jumped over Cong Gang.
At this moment, he thought of him again. He was also at the end of his rope.
In fact, in layman's terms, it should be Feng Xinglang wanted to use Yan Bang, this' dead horse ', as a last resort.
Feng Xinglang knew Yan Bang's injury better than anyone else. Even if he was lucky enough to escape the explosion of the cruise ship, he would not be able to survive the sea.
In other words, the possibility of Yan Bang being dead was very high.
If Yan Bang was really dead, then wanting to see his corpse was undoubtedly an excuse to deceive oneself.
The ability of the sea to decompose a corpse was really too strong.
For fierce creatures like sharks, Yan Bang's corpse could only be a snack to fill their hunger.
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