Sometimes, a sentence can give people hope, but it can also make people despair.
Feng Xinglang chose to give Lan Youyou hope.
While giving Lan Youyou hope, it was also equivalent to giving Lin Xueluo hope.
"At any time, you must light a lamp in your heart. As long as the lamp in your heart is not extinguished, there is hope. "
Feng Xinglang's words were ambiguous and very implicit.
Undoubtedly, it gave Lan Youyou hope. Long after he left Yuelai Teahouse, Lan Youyou maintained her sitting posture without moving.
After a long time, she picked up the glass of wine and smiled faintly, "Ah Lang, a toast to our future!"
*****
When Feng Xinglang entered the Cayenne, his forehead was already overflowing with sweat.
He took a deep breath and opened half of his suit at his abdomen. The shirt inside was already dyed red with blood.
The wound had not completely healed, and after being tossed around by Lan Youyou in his arms, the wound had probably burst open again.
"Don't worry, this won't kill you! I have already helped you stabilize your ribs! "
Suddenly, a calm voice came from the back. Feng Xinglang vigilantly turned his head and saw Cong Gang's annoying face.
"Son of a b * tch, are you trying to scare me to death by sneaking around?"
Although he was scolding Cong Gang, the moment he saw Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang's tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.
"This third toast is a toast to our future … Feng Xinglang, it's really a waste of your talent that you didn't become a movie king!"
Cong Gang mocked Feng Xinglang while taking out the hemostasis medicine to treat Feng Xinglang's wound.
"How dare you eavesdrop on me?"
Feng Xinglang was a little annoyed.
"I'm not the only one! Xing San and the others are eavesdropping! "Cong Gang said disapprovingly.
"Xing San wanted to ambush you, but you still dared to come?"
Feng Xinglang instinctively looked around for any suspicious people.
"So, it's safe to leave in your car."
Cong Gang wrapped the gauze around Feng Xinglang's waist a few times, so that it could cushion him from the second injury caused by the exercise.
Feng Xinglang was already used to Cong Gang's mysterious appearance. As for his sudden appearance in Cayenne, he was already used to it.
Feng Xinglang knew he couldn't stay here for long, so he started the Cayenne. Enduring the pain in his waist, he sped toward the dense traffic on the asphalt road. Of course, Xing San was not stupid enough to challenge Feng Xinglang in broad daylight!
After the Cayenne drove for a while, Cong Gang, who was in the back, suddenly said, "Let's go to the food market at the west gate! Buy some fresh beef. "
Feng Xinglang was startled for a moment, thinking that he had misheard.
To put it more seriously, he and Cong Gang were running for their lives, but he actually said he wanted to go to some market?
"What? You don't dare to go?" Cong Gang's voice rose in a playful tone.
"Are you going to use your life to buy vegetables?"
Feng Xinglang scoffed coldly. At a time like this, he was still thinking of buying groceries to go back and cook?
"Why? Just because Xing San chased us, we don't have to eat?" Cong Gang asked.
"…" Feng Xinglang really couldn't understand Cong Gang's lifestyle and beliefs.
Of course, he didn't go to the food market at the west gate. Instead, he directly drove the Cayenne and sped toward the Feng family.
When Aunt An saw the Second Young Master, Feng Xinglang, who had returned, she naturally couldn't help asking about his well-being.
Even when the Feng family was in a precarious situation, Aunt An didn't forget to stock the refrigerator at home with food.
This was the true meaning of life!
*****
Even Xing San could see that his foster father He Tun's trip to Shen City this time brought with him the understanding of the first half of his life.
Although his methods were still brutal, behind this brutality, there was the loneliness and helplessness of a strong person.
To be precise, Xing San didn't participate in the first half of He Tun's life, so he didn't know much about the world before He Tun.
But Xing San always felt that his foster father He Tun seemed to be old!
Not only was his appearance old, but He Tun's heart was also old!
When Xing San came in, He Tun was silent and thinking about something. It seemed that he was playing with the sandalwood bracelet longer and longer!
For He Tun, he had wealth that could rival a country and earth-shaking power. What else did he lack?
Xing San didn't know and couldn't understand what his foster father He Tun wanted!
He only felt that this time, the game between his foster father He Tun and Feng Xinglang had become muddy.
He wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, but it was full of a kind of melancholy that after the enemy died, he would also be at a loss!
Undoubtedly, this was not the mentality that a fugitive like He Tun should have!
"Youyou went to make trouble with Lin Xueluo again?"
He Tun knew everything that he found out like the back of his hand. Lan Youyou was his only foster daughter, so he would more or less favor her.
The so-called favor was just a kind of connivance within the scope of principle.
"Yes! I stopped her. "
Xing San answered He Tun's words truthfully. He knew that he couldn't lie in front of He Tun. Once He Tun found that he showed signs of lying, he would be ruthless and then choose one of his foster sons to replace him.
What He Tun didn't lack the most was these tools called 'foster sons'.
"Youyou is getting more and more presumptuous."
He Tun said lightly. There was no reproach in his tone, but there was not much warmth either. He was a person with a cold heart.
"Her presumptuousness brought you good news: Lin Xueluo is pregnant!" Xing San told He Tun this discovery.
"What? That woman … is pregnant? "
He Tun seemed to be slightly startled.
"What good news! I originally thought that this woman's bargaining chip was not heavy enough to arouse Feng Xinglang's interest in the choice! "
"Now it seems that her two-in-one choice should be equal to Feng Lixin's!"
He Tun habitually fiddled with the sandalwood bracelet in his hand and said coldly.
In fact, in the process of arresting Lin Xueluo and Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang had already made a choice between these two options.
He did not hesitate to choose his elder brother Feng Lixin, and threw Lin Xueluo to He Tun as a bait!
It was inevitable that it would be a little boring to do the same choice again.
Moreover, Feng Xinglang had given a clear choice. In the process of choosing, there was almost no hesitation.
This obviously did not achieve the original intention of setting up the choice by He Tun.
What He Tun wanted was Feng Xinglang's painful choice!
Not this kind of pain and itchiness!
"The key is that Feng Xinglang doesn't know that his wife is pregnant with his child!" Xing San added.
"Well, this game is getting more and more interesting!"
A long-lost smile appeared on He Tun's resolute handsome face. "Now there's only the option of Feng Lixin left."
"But Feng Lixin is now in the Bai Residence. I heard that it used to be a military important place, easy to defend and difficult to attack! Foster father, what should we do next? "
He Tun pondered.
After a moment, he raised his eyes and glanced around. "Where is Youyou?"
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