F * ck your head! Xue Luo, who was still in shock, had already escaped from the room and ran downstairs.
But when Xue Luo ran downstairs to the living room, she seemed to recall Doctor Xing's words: Feng Xinglang's injured left shoulder could not touch water for at least two days.
She was not going to give him a bath! Let him stink to death!
Doctor Jin had already rushed back to the Feng family and brought along two specialists from the burn department for a consultation. They were all close friends of Doctor Jin and were trustworthy.
Seeing Xue Luo running downstairs in a panic, Aunt An hurriedly went up to her. "Madam, what's wrong? Are you in shock? How about I make you a bowl of tranquilizer soup? "
"No, it's okay. I, I'm fine. Oh right, Aunt An, how is Li Xin? I saw Doctor Jin bringing two specialists in for a consultation. "Xue Luo asked.
"Sigh," Aunt An let out a long sigh. "If he doesn't have the will to live, no matter how many specialists come, it's useless."
Did he lose his will to live? Xue Luo was startled and suddenly asked, "Aunt An, is Li Xin because of that Lan Youyou?"
Aunt An only sighed and did not directly answer Xue Luo's question. She only vaguely felt that Feng Lixin's condition suddenly became so serious, it was really inconceivable. One must know that that night, Feng Lixin actually … had that kind of reaction! How could it be serious to such an extent?
That Lan Youyou, who was she? How could she have such a strong magical power? How could she, as his wife, endure this!
Sighing slightly, Xue Luo couldn't help but think of Feng Xinglang. If she didn't want to give that man a bath, she could ask Mo Jiajia to do it. According to Aunt An, that man was a little bit of a clean freak. If he didn't take a bath for two days, how uncomfortable would it be! If he couldn't stand the dirt and took a bath, what if the wound opened and became infected … what did that have to do with Lin Xue Luo!
Xue Luo really couldn't understand: Since Feng Xinglang cared so much about his brother and the relationship between the two brothers was so deep, why did Feng Xinglang take advantage of his sister-in-law again and again? How twisted and perverted was his mentality!
That shouldn't be! If he really wanted a woman, there were plenty of women out there! He, Feng Xinglang, did not need to show off his illustrious financial magnate aura. Just based on his handsome appearance and identity as the second young master of the Feng family, he could easily choose any rich young ladies from wealthy families! The Three Thousand Gold of the Xia Family was a good suitor for him!
Just as Xue Luo's heart was in turmoil, she saw Feng Xinglang walking down the stairs in formal attire.
It had to be said that Feng Xinglang was indeed a handsome man. His handsomeness was dyed with an aggressive, wild handsomeness. His well-made black casual clothes outlined his almost perfect and proud physique. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows made his presence even more domineering.
Xue Luo originally wanted to ask Feng Xinglang where he was going so late at night. But in the end, he wanted to say something but hesitated. If the consequence of caring for him was to be taken advantage of, Xue Luo would rather choose to watch from the sidelines.
"I've already sent people to guard outside the villa. Be at ease at home. "After Feng Xinglang said this, he quickly left.
Was he trying to comfort her? Watching the man's back as he left, Xue Luo's heart was filled with mixed feelings. Was she angry at the man's frivolous actions? Or was she worried that he would go out so late at night with his injuries?
Her heart was really messed up! With this mess, it was hard to calm down! Xue Luo felt that she was almost unable to control the indescribable throbbing in her heart.
***
In the outskirts of the city, on a viewing platform facing the sea.
Waves after waves rushed ashore, crashing against the rock walls, making a roar like ten thousand horses galloping. White foam splashed everywhere, it was a magnificent sight.
On the viewing platform stood four muscular men dressed in black. They were forcing a man with a green dragon tattoo on his neck to retreat towards the iron railings of the viewing platform.
Clang clang clang … that was the sound of a machete rubbing against the rocks, creating dazzling sparks. It had a gloomy visual effect, as if it was a curse from hell.
"Brother Lang, before Lan Youyou got into the car accident, she was together with this kid." The four men dressed in black made way for Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang's face was as cold as a thousand year old ice. His eyes that were swallowed by hatred, were filled with burning anger.
The young man with the Azure Dragon tattoo seemed to be frightened by the machete in Feng Xinglang's hand as he stumbled backwards. He staggered backwards until he reached the railings of the viewing platform. Beyond that was the roaring seawater and the towering, strange rocks.
If he fell from here, even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.
"How did Lan Youyou die?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice, his tone was gloomy. Like Satan from hell.
"I don't know … I really don't know." The young man with the green dragon tattoo pretended to be calm as he replied.
"Then I can only help you remember!" With a ripping sound, the clothes on the chest of the young man with the green dragon tattoo were all cut open by the tip of the machete. His slightly thin ribs, along with his hurried breathing, the outline of his ribs flickered.
"Feng Xinglang … What are you trying to do … I only know that Lan Youyou was hit by a car … I really don't know anything else!"
He moved back in panic and curled up his right leg, ready to give Feng Xinglang a fatal kick. However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Feng Xinglang. Before his right leg could kick out, Feng Xinglang pounced on him and heavily punched his chin with a right hook. Suddenly, he vomited blood from his mouth.
"Hiss …" That was the sound of the blade cutting through skin and flesh. It was so creepy that it made people shudder. Because the cut was only on the surface of the skin, there wasn't much bleeding.
"Ah!"
The tattooed man saw with his own eyes that the skin and flesh on his abdomen, the size of a palm, was cut open by the tip of the knife. The heart-wrenching scream was dispersed by the roaring sound of the waves. It wasn't just pain, there was also a horror that made people's hair stand on end.
"Feng Xinglang, stop … Stop! I'll talk … I'll talk … "
Only when faced with death could one truly experience that horrifying fear.
"Lan Youyou didn't die … She … She was just pretending to be dead … She didn't die!" The tattooed man was so scared that he almost collapsed.
It was really exciting news.
***
When Feng Xinglang returned to the Feng family, Xue Luo and Butler Mo had just sent off the two burn specialists that Doctor Jin had invited.
"Second Young Master, are you hungry? I'll go cook a bowl of noodles for you. "Aunt An always cared about Feng Xinglang as if she was closer to him than her own son.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang had returned safely, Xue Luo didn't want to stay in front of him any longer. She chose to be invisible and quietly walked downstairs to the guest room. She wanted to keep the distance between him and his sister-in-law.
However, Aunt An's scream made her stop in her tracks.
"Ah, Second Young Master, you're bleeding again! Did the wound open again? "Aunt An's eyes were red from heartache.
Xue Luo was shocked to find that Feng Xinglang's white shirt on his left shoulder was dyed red again. Why didn't this man take care of his own body? Xue Luo's heart inexplicably ached.
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