"Lan Youyou is your wife. Why are you asking me?"
Feng Xinglang answered lazily.
The notice of critical illness from the military hospital was still credible.
Lan Youyou's doctor had told Feng Xinglang that although Lan Youyou resisted in the end, two-thirds of the half of the medicine had been injected into Lan Youyou's body.
And with Lan Youyou's weak body at that time, she should not have been able to withstand the fierce erosion of the medicine.
Compassion was an emotion between men and women. Even if it was a heinous prisoner, at the moment when his fragile life was about to disappear, he still had to win the pity of others.
Feng Xinglang was a person who valued relationships. Otherwise, he would not have been sad because of Yan Bang's death.
Sometimes, Feng Xinglang would ask himself: If that woman had never had that emotional entanglement with him; if that woman wasn't the woman his big brother, Feng Lixin, loved so dearly; if that woman wasn't the biological mother of his niece … Would he have been so reluctant to do it?
Feng Xinglang was not a villain, but he was not a good person either!
Being so cruel to a beautiful woman would more or less instil a man's tenderness for the fairer sex!
"Xinglang, the military hospital said that Youyou won't be able to live for long … She cried and said that she missed Tuan Tuan … For Tuan Tuan's sake, I want to bring her back to the Feng family and deal with her funeral."
Feng Lixin just calmed down for a moment and said anxiously, "Let her live in the small villa next door. I will watch her closely and won't let her hurt Xue Luo and Nuo Nuo again."
"All right, if you want to bring your wife home, no one will stop you and no one can stop you!"
Feng Xinglang sighed slightly. "You don't have to do it for Tuan Tuan's sake or for any of us!"
Feng Xinglang knew that if Lan Youyou returned to the Feng family this time, the only person she could hurt was Mo Ranran!
He would not allow and would not give Lan Youyou a chance to hurt his wife and child again.
It would only make Mo Ranran suffer!
However, if Mo Ranran wanted to be Feng Lixin's woman, she had to go through Lan Youyou!
Otherwise, no matter how much she loved her Brother Xin, she would not be able to become Feng Lixin's wife and lover, the other mistress of the Feng family.
"Xinglang, I will watch Youyou closely! Her days are numbered, I think … "
"Alright, stop wasting time!"
Feng Xinglang stopped Feng Lixin's endless nagging. "You're the eldest son of the Feng family. Are you afraid that your younger brother will bite you?"
"Alright …"
Feng Lixin choked. "Thank you!"
"You really want to thank me? Then, I shall devote my life to you tonight! "
Feng Xinglang snorted like a bandit. He just didn't want the brothers to be too polite and treat each other as outsiders.
He wanted to do something for his heinous wife and fulfill his responsibility as a husband, but he still needed to be so considerate of his younger brother's feelings.
Perhaps Yan Bang had played a part in Feng Xinglang agreeing so readily.
Yan Bang's death made Feng Xinglang cherish the brotherly bond even more.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang's handsome face was cold and stern.
She didn't know what he was thinking, but she could feel that his heart was definitely not calm at this moment.
Feng Xinglang looked around and saw his son sleeping on a small bed not far away. It was cushioned by a duvet that was folded into two layers and covered with another duvet. The little fellow was sleeping soundly. His chubby little face was rosy.
How could this Cong Gang be so biased?
Why didn't he find a duvet for himself to sleep on?
With this complaint, Feng Xinglang felt that his old waist was even more sore. It was a solid, hard wooden bed. He actually slept on it for the whole night!
It was fine if he slept like this all the time, but he had always slept on a high-end latex mattress.
After kissing his son's warm little face, Feng Xinglang began to look around.
This was a simple wooden house that had been built before they left. It was so simple that it looked like it was built for primitive people. It was similar to what Cong Gang had described. There was no village ahead or shop behind, and it was surrounded by forests on both sides. It was not strange for wild animals to suddenly appear.
There was indeed a graveyard in front of them on the right. It was already frightening to look at during the day, not to mention at night.
Although Feng Xinglang didn't believe in ghosts or gods, it was still very uncomfortable to be neighbors with these dead people.
When Feng Xinglang went downstairs, he only saw Cong Gang sitting alone on the wooden table in the corner, peeling Brazilian pine nuts.
There were a lot of pine nut shells piled up in his hands, and the sealed box on the side was almost filled with pine nuts.
"You didn't sleep for the whole night, and you peeled this stuff?"
In terms of quantity, it would take seven to eight hours for one person to do it. Moreover, Cong Gang was not peeling very fast.
"You took the bed, so I found some work to do," Cong Gang replied lightly.
"Are you stupid? Can't you find a few wooden planks to build another one?! "
Feng Xinglang snorted, picked up the sealed box, and poured some pine nuts into his mouth.
Cong Gang didn't reply and began to clean up the pine nut shells.
"You're a living person, living in a pile of dead people … What's wrong with your brain?"
Feng Xinglang glanced at the graveyard again.
"Quiet!"
"Quiet?"
Feng Xinglang curled his lips and snorted. "Aren't you afraid that they will crawl out in the middle of the night to chat with you?"
"Other than you and your son, there shouldn't be anyone else who can disturb me in the middle of the night! No matter if they're dead or alive! "
Cong Gang's domineering words carried a hint of … resentment?
"Acting mysterious!"
Feng Xinglang snorted contemptuously. "You're really f * cking weird! You're neither human nor ghost! "
Just as he was about to sit down on the chair, his waist started to ache from the exertion. Feng Xinglang subconsciously propped himself up with his hand.
"Why didn't you f * cking get me a blanket?" Feng Xinglang grumbled.
"It's because you're too delicate!"
Cong Gang looked up and glanced at Feng Xinglang's waist.
"I'm delicate and my flesh is precious! It's not something a vulgar thing like you can compare to! "
Feng Xinglang was dissatisfied with Cong Gang's attitude of not respecting him as his master.
"Delicate enough, this precious … Only Yan Bang would lift you above his head and hold you in the palm of his hand! Don't be too full of yourself! "
Talking to Cong Gang would always provoke Feng Xinglang into a bellyful of nameless anger.
Sometimes, Feng Xinglang was also puzzled. What was the reason that made him endure the humiliation and let Cong Gang, this arrogant bastard, live until now? It wouldn't be wrong even if he died a few hundred times!
"If you have the guts, don't save me shamelessly!"
Feng Xinglang snorted angrily.
"I saved you just to get rid of my boredom! Don't think too much! "
Cong Gang's sudden sarcastic remark caused Feng Xinglang's anger to flare up.
"I'm hungry! Let's go get some food! "
Feng Xinglang was too lazy to say anything more to Cong Gang, this guy who pretended to be mysterious.
Looking at Cong Gang's thin but sturdy back, Feng Xinglang suddenly had a very evil thought:
If he stripped this guy naked and threw him on the business street … would he be so depressed that he would want to die?
When Feng Xinglang and his son rushed back to the Feng family, it was already sunny outside.
Because Brother Nuo Nuo didn't go to school, Feng Tuan Tuan stayed at home and refused to go.
"Uncle … Brother Nuo Nuo … You're finally back! Tuan Tuan waited so long! "
Little Cutie ran over, but she didn't pounce on Uncle Feng Xinglang who was waiting for her to give him a hug. Instead, she ran directly to Little Lin Nuo who was holding a big red China knot.
This big red China knot was given to her by Cong Gang. Seeing that there were no other fun things in the wooden house, Little Cutie accepted it.
"Slug, what are you doing ah? So annoying! "
Although she scolded, Little Cutie didn't push away Feng Tuan Tuan who was hugging her. After letting her hug him for a while, she then pulled her little arms away from him.
"Brother Nuo Nuo, do you miss Tuan Tuan?" Little Cutie asked.
"Not at all!"
Little Cutie found a place to hang the China knot in her hand, "Why should I miss you ah? Annoying! "
"Tuan Tuan, where's your aunt and uncle? Don't tell me she's studying so early in the morning? "
Feng Xinglang looked towards the direction of the study room. That witch is coming back, so he must make sure that his woman is under his eyes 24 hours a day.
"Xinglang, you're back?"
Xue Luo carried a pile of documents out from the study room, "That's great, I'll leave Tuan Tuan to you! Today you'll have to work a little harder and bring the two kids to work. "
"What do you mean?"
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, sizing up the woman with light makeup.
"I'm going to the job market. Today there's a large scale job fair! "
For this job fair, Xue Luo had been preparing for more than a week. She has been studying for more than half a year, so it's time for her to show off her skills.
"My, Feng Xinglang's wife is going to the job market? Did I hear wrongly? "
Feng Xinglang frowned, "Don't tell me you're going to help hubby recruit talents?"
"I'm going to find a job for myself!"
Knowing that her husband was going through a tough time, Xue Luo had been secretly preparing her resume and information. The effect of applying online was not very ideal, so she wanted to go to the job market to experience it personally.
"You're messing around again!"
Feng Xinglang walked up wanting to take the resume from Xue Luo's hand, but Xue Luo vigilantly dodged to the side.
"I'm not messing around with you! I'm really going to find a job to support myself! "
"What's going on … what's going on? Old Mo didn't give you enough pocket money? Hubby has, take as much as you want! "
Of course Feng Xinglang would not agree to whatever job Xue Luo went to, "Hubby is honored that you're able to spend money for me!"
"Xinglang, it's not a matter of money! I don't want to waste my future life. "
Xue Luo crouched down, wanting to go around Feng Xinglang and run out of the living room. But she was still stopped by the man.
"Saying it so profound … do you have the heart to leave your husband and kids to serve other people?"
Feng Xinglang hugged Xue Luo's waist, moved his handsome face and fiercely sucked on the woman's face.
"Everyone who lives in this world must show their value in life! Feng Xinglang, you can't be too selfish! "
Xue Luo also thought of secretly finding a job first, but in order to avoid the trouble of the man not letting her go after finding a job, she decided to be honest with the man first.
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