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Chapter 387: Are you sure you're not a happy man?
Feng Xinglang stood in front of the medicine room's door for a moment, but in the end, he did not enter.
He turned and left.
The main bedroom on the second floor was his and Lin Xueluo's wedding room.
In the bridal chamber, the atmosphere of celebration continued as before. The bright red happiness was once again replaced by the Nanny An.
He could not remember whether the little thing in that woman's stomach was created on this piece of paper. He could only remember that every time he was happy with her, she would push and shove him, playing that dangerous game of rejection.
I really don't know if that silly woman is really stupid or fake. Doesn't she know that when men are in that state, they will only conquer the strong?
Feng Xinglang laid horizontally on the wedding wall. He wanted to feel the joyous atmosphere of the wedding;
There was a woman with a face full of blood, but it was filled with the tenacity and stubbornness of an indestructible cockroach.
Even when he insulted her and bullied her into this, she would still say: I will take good care of your brother! I have the soup, so I won't let your brother drink it! If you can serve him, I can do it too!
What a foolish woman!
They were all so stupid … Feng Xinglang was really sad for her!
When he turned his head to the side, Feng Xinglang saw two bottles of red wine placed on the triangular cabinet beside the imperial concubine's chair. There were also two crystal clear cups.
Feng Family did not hold a wedding ceremony for Xueluo and Feng Xinglang. With Feng Lixin's expression and spirit, it was not suitable for him to make too much noise.
Nanny An then prepared red wine for Second Young Master and the Second Young Master's Wife, wanting them to borrow some wine to celebrate their wedding night.
Who would have thought that Second Young Master's Wife would be scared off from the marriage chamber!
The two bottles of red wine had been left aside until now.
Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards the two bottles of red wine.
At this moment, he really needed to use these two bottles of red wine to ease his fatigue.
The crystal clear cup reflected the demonic red wine that was as red as blood. It immediately gave off a noble feeling.
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that the red liquid was like the vampire's mouth, trying to devour his soul.
As soon as the liquor entered his mouth, it was refreshing and refreshing. In an instant, the pain and depression that had been building up in his heart was quelled.
Thus, Feng Xinglang laid down horizontally on the imperial concubine's chair and started to pour himself one cup after another.
[I don't want to sit down to breakfast with rude people!]
"Please call me sister-in-law!" Didn't your parents teach you to be polite?]
[How is it fancy to make a platter like this? Color, fragrance, color, shape, first place. I just want your brother to be in a better mood after seeing this smiling jigsaw puzzle, so his appetite will be better 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 give you a child?"
Maybe it wasn't that he didn't like children;
Maybe it wasn't that he didn't need her to give him a child.
It's just that he wasn't worthy of having children!
Under the influence of the alcohol, Feng Xinglang's world started to become hazy.
Sometimes, it was a blessing not to have a calm and rational heart. He could be very foolish and live an innocent life, carefree, without thinking or caring about anything!
Feng Xinglang held the bottle of red wine and directly blew on it. Within a few mouthfuls, a bottle of red wine was finished.
Feng Xinglang staggered, wanting to step over the imperial concubine's chair to get a different bottle of red wine from the other side of the cupboard. He only felt that the red wine seemed to have grown legs, the more he stretched out his arm, the further away from him the bottle of red wine.
In a daze, he saw a figure walking in front of him.
There were no lights in the bridal chamber. Borrowing the moonlight outside the window and the alcohol in his body, Feng Xinglang was really not sure if what was moving in front of his eyes was a human or a ghost.
"Eh? Cong Gang... Did you come back to life? Or am I dead? "
Feng Xinglang was not drunk. This little bit of red wine was not enough to make someone like him, who often went to the Night Villa with Bai Mo, drunk.
That was why he recognized the person holding the bottle of red wine. It was Cong Gang!
"It doesn't matter if I die or not! The important thing is that you only need to know that you are still alive! "
Cong Gang opened his mouth, releasing the bottle of red wine from Feng Xinglang's mouth.
The lights came on, blinding the room.
"Why are you turning on the light? It's about to close! "
Feng Xinglang was not used to it so he used his hand to block the light.
Cong Gang did not move at all and just stood there quietly, staring at Feng Xinglang who was drinking to ease his worries.
A decadent Feng Xinglang!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang hated Cong Gang! He wouldn't even leave such a short period of self-evasion for him!
Feng Xinglang patted his sun with his palms, as though he was trying to use this method to clear his mind.
"Take off your clothes!"
Feng Xinglang said in a somewhat sudden and cold voice.
"..."
Cong Gang was startled for a moment. It seemed that he was unsure if Feng Xinglang was drunk or awake.
"If you won't take it off, I'll do it myself!"
Feng Xinglang rushed over to Cong Gang, and pushed all of the clothes on his upper body up to his collarbone.
"I'm not injured... "Very good!"
Feng Xinglang muttered to himself, he suddenly changed his stance, and landed a heavy punch on Cong Gang's abdomen.
Cong Gang was also a carbohydrate person, he was not a god!
The key thing was, he never thought that Feng Xinglang would sneak in an attack on him like that!
With a stuffy groan from the pain, Cong Gang took a big step back while half-curling his body, in order to avoid the uncertain Feng Xinglang.
"You dog, I was almost played to death by the Hetun, you still have the mood to play to my death?"
"And it also caused me to pinch the body in the funeral parlor for half a day! How the f * * k did you die! "
When Feng Xinglang said this, Cong Gang knew that he had awoken.
Cong Gang knew about Feng Xinglang going to the funeral parlor. He also knew that Feng Xinglang recognised that the corpse was not Cong Gang himself.
As well as what Feng Xinglang said to the corpse in the funeral parlor, he heard it too!
"Isn't it just a multiple choice question? You can be played to death this way?"
Cong Gang said indifferently. He bent down and took out something similar to 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 onto a spear, paused for a moment, but remained as indifferent as before, "Congratulations, you're going to be a father!"
After delaying for a second, Cong Gang then carelessly added, "Are you sure you aren't a happy father?"
"..." Feng Xinglang was startled.
It was as if he did not expect Cong Gang to have such a cold and humorous moment.
In fact, Cong Gang's words of cold humour was only to divert Feng Xinglang's attention.
With a "puchi", Cong Gang tore off the shirt on his left shoulder and smashed something into Feng Xinglang's biceps.