In the medical room, Feng Xinglang quietly sat in front of his brother Feng Lixin's bed. The two brothers were silent, only hearing the sound of the life detector. It was suffocating.
After a few minutes of silence, Feng Xinglang asked again, "Brother, are you so protective of the person who asked you to go to the underground warehouse to find me because that person … is Lan Youyou?"
When Feng Xinglang said this, Feng Lixin suddenly reacted strongly. His originally lying body almost sat up straight on the bed.
"No, it's not Youyou … not her! Xinglang, Youyou is already dead, why are you still pursuing her? "Feng Lixin tried his best to protect Lan Youyou, even if she was already dead.
"I don't blame anyone! Xinglang, don't have any more psychological pressure! At that time I was so badly injured, I couldn't escape. I didn't deliberately want to save you … Xinglang, don't think that I sacrificed myself for you, I'm not that noble! "
Feng Lixin coughed twice, "Xinglang, don't pursue it anymore … I really don't blame anyone, I don't hate anyone!"
"I can't not pursue it!" Feng Xinglang whispered. Seeing Feng Lixin trying his best to protect Lan Youyou, his heart was fiercely twisted.
Even if Lan Youyou was' dead ', Feng Lixin's heart was still full of his feelings, trapped by love. At this moment, Feng Xinglang suddenly didn't want to tell his brother Feng Lixin that Lan Youyou was still alive.
In Feng Lixin's heart, Lan Youyou's death would only be better. Because if Lan Youyou was alive, she might hurt him even more. The truth of the matter was often so cruel that it was shocking.
"Xinglang … don't pursue it anymore! Even if I beg you! "Feng Lixin put his scarred hand on Feng Xinglang's hand.
"Then live well! Be healthy! "Feng Xinglang held Feng Lixin's hand tightly.
****
After helping Yuan Duoduo take a warm bath, Xue Luo washed herself and came out of the bathroom, but saw Aunt An waiting in the guest room.
"Aunt An, are you looking for me?" Xue Luo saw Aunt An's sad face.
"Madam, go to the third floor to see Second Young Master! He's drinking alone … His stomach isn't good, and I'm worried that he'll hurt his body! I have a stomachache again. "Aunt An said with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, okay …" Worried about the man's safety, Xue Luo put down the towel she used to wipe her head and walked out of the room. But after taking two steps, she stopped, "Aunt An, you better not go and persuade Feng Xinglang … I … I'm not very convenient!"
It was indeed inconvenient! Thinking back to more than an hour ago, she had been treated so shamefully by that angry man that even his belt had been unbuckled. He was just short of invading her last line of defense … If she went upstairs to persuade him now, and the man was drunk, what if he went crazy or something? Would she still want to live?!
"Sigh, Steward Mo and Doctor Jin are comforting Young Master. I heard that Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master quarreled. "Aunt An sighed worriedly.
"What? Feng Xinglang quarreled with Li Xin? Was he going crazy? He actually quarreled with his brother? Could Li Xin's body withstand his stimulation? Why is this Feng Xinglang like this? "
Xue Luo was anxious and indignant at first, but she suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Aunt An, Li Xin and Feng Xinglang quarreled, was it because of me?"
"No … it seems to be because of Miss Lan Youyou." Aunt An sighed worriedly.
"Oh," Xue Luo slightly let out a sigh of relief, so it wasn't because she went to the night manor to dance that kind of dance. "Then how is Li Xin now? I have to go and see him. "
Without waiting for Aunt An to respond, Xue Luo wore her pajamas and ran to the medical room on the second floor. But she was stopped by Steward Mo who just came out of the medical room, "Madam, you better not go in. Doctor Jin is putting a ventilator on Eldest Young Master! Eldest Young Master doesn't want to see anyone! Look, even I was chased out! "
"This Feng Xinglang is really! He clearly knows that his brother's body isn't good, but he still quarreled with Li Xin? Is he crazy? "Xue Luo anxiously criticized Feng Xinglang.
"This time it can't be blamed on Second Young Master … also can't be blamed on Eldest Young Master … can only blame the relationship between a man and a woman the most hurtful! Eldest Young Master can't forget Miss Lan Youyou, but Second Young Master found out that Eldest Young Master's injury is related to Miss Lan Youyou! One doesn't want to investigate, the other wants to investigate. "
Steward Mo lowered his voice, "Eldest Young Master almost lost his life, so how can Second Young Master not investigate! Eldest Young Master's case most likely has something to do with Miss Lan Youyou! "
"Is Feng Xinglang stupid? Can't he secretly investigate? Why must he let Li Xin know? "Xue Luo questioned.
"Most likely Second Young Master got some clues and just wanted to verify it from Eldest Young Master's mouth. How could Eldest Young Master withstand Second Young Master's scheme! "Steward Mo looked towards the third floor. "Madam, Second Young Master's mood isn't good, you go upstairs and take a look."
Xue Luo startled and instinctively took a big step back, "I'm not going! Feng Xinglang he … he … always … always … always … disrespects me! Steward Mo, I'll have to trouble you to go upstairs. "
"Madam, it's fine if you don't want to go! Then let Second Young Master's stomach hurt to death. "Steward Mo threw down this sentence and hurriedly went downstairs.
Leaving Xue Luo standing at the same spot, not knowing whether to go upstairs or go downstairs.
But Steward Mo's sentence 'let Second Young Master's stomach hurt to death' made Xue Luo extremely conflicted. Should she go up to the third floor to take a look at Feng Xinglang who was drinking?
Really depressing: Aunt An doesn't care, Steward Mo also doesn't care, why should she care? Could it be that they aren't worried that Feng Xinglang's stomach will hurt? Why does it feel like Aunt An and Steward Mo are purposely pushing her to Feng Xinglang's side!
Every time she cares about that man, what she gets in return is the man's frivolity and humiliation. Why should she care about him, asking to be humiliated! Xue Luo clenched her teeth: Fine, Aunt An and Steward Mo don't care, she also don't care!
Outside the medical room, she quietly listened for a while. It was quiet inside, Feng Lixin should have gone to rest.
Xue Luo turned around and resolutely walked downstairs. She still had to take care of the injured Yuan Duoduo in the guest room downstairs. But when Xue Luo walked to the second floor and prepared to go downstairs, a loud 'clang' sound was heard. It should be the sound of a wine bottle falling on the floor, followed by the sound of furniture falling on the floor.
Xue Luo's heart jumped up to her throat. She didn't even think as she jogged up the stairs.
"Xinglang … Feng Xinglang, are you alright?" Xue Luo rushed into the third floor's semi-open sunroom and saw Feng Xinglang's strong physique lying on the floor. A few empty bottles of red wine were scattered around the room.
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