Receiving the call from the hospital, Xue Luo hurriedly brought her son Nuo Nuo over.
The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and she could even smell the faint scent of blood.
Yuan Duoduo's face was pale, and her eyes were wide open as she stared at the pale ceiling.
He was motionless, as if he had died with a grievance.
"Duo Duo …"
Xue Luo cried out and immediately bent over to Yuan Duoduo's side.
"Duoduo, how are you? Are you alright? The doctor said that you lost a lot of blood, and you didn't cooperate with the treatment … I was scared to death! "
Looking at Yuan Duoduo's lifeless and empty look, Xue Luo felt heartache and started to sob softly.
"Didn't you agree to let me accompany you to the hospital for surgery on Friday? Why did you come alone? "
Xue Luo caressed Yuan Duo Duo's pale face and said anxiously, "Duo Duo, say something … don't scare me okay?"
"Big Duoduo, what's wrong? If you don't talk, I'm going to kiss you! "
The little fellow's heart ached for his sobbing mommy, and also for Yuan Duoduo, who was motionless and silent.
A childish voice finally reached Yuan Duoduo's ears. She turned her head and saw Lin Nuo, who was right in front of her.
"Nono … Big Duoduo's child … is gone! There's nothing left … "
Perhaps it was the innocence of a child that touched the disheartened Yuan Duoduo. She propped up her upper body with difficulty and hugged Lin Nuo tightly in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Crying out was better than holding it all in. Yuan Duoduo wailed bitterly as if her heart was being torn apart.
She knew that the child in her belly could not be kept, and she was mentally prepared to abort it. But at this moment, when the little thing was really scraped out of her belly, her heart ached so much that she wanted to die.
The little fellow was still in a daze as Yuan Duoduo hugged him and cried bitterly. It seemed that he still hadn't come to his senses. When did Big Duoduo have a child?
Xue Luo's heart was pierced by Yuan Duoduo's heart-wrenching cries.
He couldn't help but think of himself. If his child was gone … would there be a living Lin Xueluo now?
Or, what kind of life would he start anew?
Every time he thought about it, he would feel a lingering fear. Especially when she was locked in the container … Every day was a living torture for a pregnant woman. He also had to face the provocation and persecution of that vicious woman, Lan Youyou …
Thinking about how she was beaten by Lan Youyou until she bled profusely, Xue Luo couldn't help but hate.
But what was the use of just hating him?
Lan Youyou married Feng Lixin and became Feng Xinglang's sister-in-law. She successfully cleared her name!
Feng Xinglang wouldn't punish her, and Feng Lixin definitely wouldn't!
What about the oppression and grievances that Lin Xueluo and her child had suffered? Was he going to let it go just like that?
Xue Luo's heart ached at the thought of He Tun refusing to transfer Nono's account to her.
The heir of the Feng family …
A descendant of the Xing Family …
How could they have the face to fight with her!
*****
When Feng Xinglang rushed to the hospital, Yuan Duoduo was already unconscious.
His son Lin Nuo was in Xue Luo's embrace, dozing off.
After arriving at the hospital, Xue Luo had switched off her phone. That was why Feng Xinglang had searched around for a long time before he managed to find her here.
"Why aren't you turning it on? How is Yuan Duoduo? "
Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand, wanting to carry his sleepy son from Xue Luo's embrace.
Xue Luo hesitated for a moment, but still let Feng Xinglang carry the child over. She couldn't possibly bring this little thing along to keep watch in the hospital.
"I switched off my phone because I didn't want to pick up your call!" Xue Luo said bluntly.
Seeing that the woman was in low spirits, Feng Xinglang stretched out a hand and pulled Xue Luo into his embrace.
Maybe it was because she had been holding it in for too long, or maybe it was because she was too emotional, but Xue Luo struggled for a moment before she started sobbing in the man's embrace.
Feng Xinglang gently patted Xue Luo's back, kissing her hair and using his cheek to rub against her.
After a long time, Xue Luo finally calmed down.
"Feng Xinglang, you sleep with Nono tonight. I will stay in the hospital to take care of Duoduo. "
"Isn't there a nurse?" The man muttered softly.
"I must stay here! If you find Nono troublesome, then leave him with me! "
Xue Luo stretched out her hand to carry the child, but was caught by Feng Xinglang's palm.
"I know that you two best friends have a good relationship … Then you should rest early. Tomorrow after I send Nono, I will come to see you."
It seemed that Feng Xinglang still wanted to say something to Xue Luo, but it was already late at night, the patient needed silence, and the little fellow who was sleeping on his shoulder forced Feng Xinglang to leave first.
The Bentley was heading towards Imperial Dragon City.
But halfway through, it changed direction and headed towards Qi Bei Shan City's Cong Gang's Haunted House.
At the entrance of the mountain below the forest, there was a roadblock set up, and the Bentley was forced to stop.
Glancing at the depths of the forest, it was more than ten kilometers away. And there was a little boy who was sleeping soundly …
According to common sense, the Bentley should have turned around and headed towards Imperial Dragon City, where they could treat the father and son like a young master.
However, the Bentley stopped abnormally. Two minutes later, a muscular figure carrying a small child emerged from the car and slowly walked toward the haunted house in the depths of the forest.
As expected, after Feng Xinglang carried his sleeping son and walked for a kilometer, he saw an off-road vehicle.
In this deep and terrifying forest, it was really strange for a car to appear out of nowhere.
However, Feng Xinglang curled his lips into a smile and got into the car. He knew that this car was prepared by Cong Gang for him.
Rays of light shone from the Haunted House, as if it was welcoming the father and son's arrival.
Feng Xinglang used his long legs to directly kick open the door that was originally only half closed. He saw Cong Gang dressed in home clothes sitting in front of an oval tea table, leisurely tasting new tea.
"Acting mysterious!"
Feng Xinglang scolded discontentedly, "Cong Gang, you are acting more like a master than me, is it appropriate?"
The sofa at the side had already been cleaned up, and even a small pillow was placed there.
Obviously, Cong Gang knew of the father and son's arrival. Thinking about it, that roadblock was also deliberately made by him.
After placing his son comfortably on the sofa, Feng Xinglang sat opposite Cong Gang.
On the tea table, there was freshly brewed tea. It was slightly hot, but it was the perfect time to taste it.
Feng Xinglang also drank tea. But he rarely tasted tea like Cong Gang.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of tea, Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang, who was fiddling with the cups. He looked like an otherworldly master, with a bit of otherworldly demeanor.
"You are still alive?"
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