Feng Xinglang stood in front of the medical room for a while, but he did not enter.
He turned around and left.
The master bedroom on the second floor was his and Lin Xue Luo's wedding room.
The wedding room was still filled with a festive atmosphere. The bright red wedding blanket was changed by Aunt An.
He could no longer remember if the little thing in that woman's stomach was created on this piece of paper. He only remembered that every time he had fun with her, she would always push and shove, playing that extremely dangerous drama of wanting to resist but also welcoming.
He really did not know if that silly woman was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Did she not know that when a man was in that state, he would only be more eager to conquer her?
Feng Xinglang lay on the wedding bed. He wanted to feel the festive atmosphere of the wedding bed, but he could not feel it at all!
There was only the woman's bloody face, but it was full of tenacity and stubbornness like a cockroach.
Even if she was scolded and bullied like this, she would still say: I will take good care of your brother! If I have soup to drink, I will never let your brother drink water! If you can help him to go to the toilet, I can too!
What an unbearably stupid woman!
She was so stupid … Feng Xinglang felt sorry for her!
When he turned his head, Feng Xinglang saw two bottles of red wine in the triangular cupboard next to the chaise longue. There were also two sparkling and translucent crystal cups.
The Feng family did not hold a wedding for Feng Xinglang and Xue Luo. Feng Lixin's spirit and appearance were not suitable for a noisy wedding.
Aunt An prepared red wine for the second young master and the second young mistress, hoping that they could use it on their wedding night to liven things up a little.
But she did not expect that the second young mistress would be scared out of the wedding room that very night!
And the two bottles of red wine had been left on the shelf until now.
Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards the two bottles of red wine.
At this moment, he really needed these two bottles of red wine to relieve his tiredness.
The sparkling and translucent crystal glass reflected the blood-like red wine, immediately giving off a sense of elegance and nobility.
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that this red wine was like the mouth of a vampire, as if it wanted to devour his soul.
When the sweet wine entered his mouth and entered his throat, it was cool and refreshing. In an instant, the depression and depression that had been accumulating in his heart were quelled.
Thus, Feng Xing laid down on the chaise longue and began to pour himself cup after cup of wine.
[I don't want to eat breakfast with rude people!]
[Please call me sister-in-law! Didn't your parents teach you manners?]
[How is this platter fancy? Color, fragrance, and taste. Color and shape rank first. I just want your brother to feel better after looking at this smiley face puzzle. His appetite will improve as well.]
[Feng Xinglang, do you like children?]
[Feng Xinglang, do you only plan to live for your brother in this lifetime?]
[Feng Xinglang, do you need me to bear a child for you?]
Perhaps it was not that he disliked children;
Perhaps, he did need her to bear a child for him …
It was just that he didn't deserve to have children!
Under the influence of alcohol, Feng Xinglang's world began to blur.
Sometimes, it was a blessing not to have a calm and rational heart. He could live very naively, carefree, and not think about anything. He did not need to care about anything!
Feng Xinglang held the red wine bottle and started to drink it. After a few mouthfuls, the bottle of red wine was emptied.
Feng Xinglang staggered and wanted to step over the chaise longue to get another bottle of red wine on the triangular cupboard. He only felt that the red wine seemed to have grown legs. The more he stretched his arm, the further the bottle of red wine was from him.
In a daze, he saw a figure swaying in front of him.
The lights in the bridal room were not turned on. With the moonlight outside the window and the alcohol in his body, Feng Xinglang could not be sure. Was the person swaying in front of him a human or a ghost?
"Huh? Cong Gang … Are you alive? Or am I dead? "
Feng Xinglang was not drunk. This little bit of red wine was not enough to make him drunk, a person who often went to the nightclub with Bai Mo.
Therefore, he recognized the figure holding the bottle of red wine. It was Cong Gang!
"It doesn't matter whether I'm dead or not! What's important is that you know you're still alive! "
Cong Gang spoke and put the bottle of red wine away from Feng Xinglang.
The lights were turned on, dazzling the whole room.
"Why are you turning on the lights? Turn it off! "
Feng Xinglang was not used to it. He used his hand to block the dazzling light.
Cong Gang did not move at all. He just stood there quietly, staring at Feng Xinglang who was drowning his sorrows in wine.
Feng Xinglang was a little dispirited!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang hated Cong Gang! He did not even want to give him such a temporary escape!
Feng Xinglang patted his temples with both palms, as if he wanted to sober himself up by doing this.
"Take off your clothes!"
Feng Xinglang said coldly, a little abruptly.
"…"
Cong Gang was stunned. It seemed like he was not sure if Feng Xinglang was drunk or awake.
"If you don't take it off, I'll do it myself!"
Feng Xinglang rushed toward Cong Gang and pushed his clothes up to his collarbone.
"Not hurt … Very good!"
Feng Xinglang muttered to himself. Suddenly, the scene changed. His right hook landed heavily on Cong Gang's abdomen.
Cong Gang was also a carbohydrate person. He was not a god!
More importantly, he did not expect Feng Xinglang to attack him like crazy!
With a groan of pain, Cong Gang curled up his body and took a big step back to avoid Feng Xinglang, whose expression was fluctuating.
"Son of a b * tch, I was almost played to death by Hetun, and you still have the leisure to play dead with me?"
"And you made me pinch the corpse in the funeral parlor for half a day! Why didn't you f * cking die for real! "
As soon as Feng Xinglang said this, Cong Gang knew that he had woken up.
Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang went to the funeral parlor. He also knew that Feng Xinglang recognized that the corpse was not Cong Gang himself.
He also heard what Feng Xinglang had said to the corpse in the funeral parlor.
"Isn't it just a multiple-choice question? You were played to death like that?"
Cong Gang said calmly. He bent down and took out something that looked like an air nail gun from the canvas bag on the ground.
"Lin Xueluo is pregnant."
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang said, "The child is almost four months old!"
Cong Gang, who was holding the air nail gun, paused slightly. He was still indifferent. "Congratulations on becoming a father!"
After a second of delay, Cong Gang casually added, "Are you sure you're not going to be a father?"
"…" Feng Xinglang was stunned.
It seemed like he did not expect Cong Gang to have a dry sense of humor.
In fact, Cong Gang's dry sense of humor was just to divert Feng Xinglang's attention.
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