Novel Name : Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 398

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Chapter 398: That wasn't a failure.

Only they themselves knew what kind of feelings existed between the two brothers.

It was something that was deeply ingrained in his bones!

At this moment, Feng Lixin's tears proved that he understood Feng Xinglang's actions!

It was as if he had left his hope of survival for Feng Xinglang in the sea of flames in the underground warehouse without even thinking!

"If you are alive, then I am alive!"

Feng Xinglang kissed Feng Lixin on the forehead.

Feng Lixin could understand clearly these words. Because that was what he had told Feng Xinglang in the underground warehouse more than half a year ago.

When he said that, he didn't ask for anything in return.

But today, at this time and place, Feng Xinglang had still repaid him with such a method!

Feng Lixin didn't know how to reject Feng Xinglang, so he just sobbed and sobbed.

It was said that men's tears were the most precious, but at this moment, Feng Lixin couldn't help but cry bitterly.

He did not try to persuade Feng Xinglang anymore, because he did not know where to start.

Feng Xinglang turned around, and faced the Hetun once again, and his sharp eyes became calm.

"Hetun, if you are still a f * cking man, don't shoot a weak woman with a weak hand!

"If you have the guts, then you …"

Bang! A gunshot sounded out, interrupting Feng Xinglang's provocative and arrogant words.

Xueluo shut her eyes tightly, using both her hands to protect her stomach; before she could understand the intent of Feng Xinglang's provocations, a gunshot sounded out.

In such a large cabin, the transmission was very ear-piercing!

Xueluo even stopped breathing!

She thought the gun in Hetun's hand had hit her body. After she recovered from the terrifying fear, she discovered that there were no traces of being shot.

There was no pain. The little girl in his stomach was still there!

Did the bullet miss him? But she could hear the sound of the bullet hitting the target.

If she wasn't shot, who was?

Xueluo immediately turned around to check.

With just a single glance, Xueluo's face was covered in tears.

The bullet hit the leg of Feng Xinglang's right leg. Blood was pouring out from that bloody hole.

Feng Xinglang's body staggered a few steps, and only when he was on the wheelchair behind him, was he able to stabilize his body so that he wouldn't fall down.

Hetun once said: He wants Feng Xinglang to pay for every single one of his words!

Right now, this bullet was Feng Xinglang paying for his earlier sentence of 'if you still f * cking consider yourself a man, then don't shoot a weak woman with weak hands'!

Hetun originally wanted to use this spear to make Feng Xinglang kneel to him. To quell his youth's insolence.

But who knew that after Feng Xinglang staggered a few steps, he managed to stabilize his body in the end. He stared at Hetun with even more determination and calmness.

In those eyes, not only was there an unstoppable intent, there was also a ruthless aura that wanted to eat his Hetun alive.

"Xinglang..."

Xueluo couldn't help but sob. It was as if she had just realised that Feng Xinglang's provocation was just to anger the Hetun into turning the gun and shooting at himself.

"Listen to your woman's crying. How miserable!"

Hetun snorted coldly in contempt.

Xueluo immediately stopped crying and wiped the tears off his face.

This was more like his, Feng Xinglang's, woman!

"Hetun, are you old? You don't even have the strength to fire the second shot? "

Feng Xinglang was laughing. In a mocking way.

He was infuriating the Hetun. He continued to shoot himself.

Undoubtedly, Feng Xinglang was stalling for time. He wanted to give Cong Gang and Old Chu's ruffians more time.

When he was kissing his big brother Feng Lixin's forehead, he had already felt that the tracking device in his biceps had activated.

A small vibration felt a bit itchy, as if Cong Gang was telling Feng Xinglang:

He already knew where he was and was on his way here.

Another provocative and arrogant stimulus.

Feng Xinglang's right leg, which had been shot at, was already trembling unsteadily; he shifted his center of gravity almost all the way to his left leg, in order to reduce the weight on his right leg.

However, the muzzle of the Hetun's gun was turned towards Lin Xueluo, aimed directly at her slightly protruding abdomen.

There was a tiny four-month-old life being born there!

This time, Xueluo did not turn around; instead, he used both hands to protect his stomach.

She wanted to let her child know: Mommy can't bear to part with it! So Mommy used her own two hands to protect it from me!

But my child, you are also Feng Xinglang's child. If your father is able to face the brutality of a demon, you should be able to do it too!

Xueluo opened his eyes and looked at Hetun. Faced with his almost inhuman cruelty.

The Hetun sat facing the east and west while Xueluo stood facing the south.

From this angle, he could precisely see the side of Hetun's face.

Actually, when he was staring at Hetun's face, Xueluo didn't think of anything.

What made Xueluo think of something was when she looked at the tail of Hetun's eye that looked like a fish's tail. When she looked carefully, she realized that it was a long and slender scar.

Xueluo learned about the visual media, so she remembered it very clearly.

That was a failure!

The failure she thought she had!

At this moment, although the facing death Xueluo was trembling in fear, she was calm. Because Feng Xinglang was by her side.

Maybe Feng Xinglang did not like the mother and son pair, but this did not stop her from admiring the man who was willing to sacrifice everything for her brother. At least he was a loyal little brother!

Oh yeah, Xueluo remembered …

That picture!

A memento from Feng Xinglang's mother.

That half-finished painting. That eyes and tail failure!

Xueluo had always thought that it was because Feng Xinglang's mother did not finish her drawing, or that she had made a mistake in her drawing.

But now it seemed that it wasn't because Feng Xinglang's mother had failed at the end of the eye area, but because the failure was a scar in the first place.

Therefore, when Xueluo first saw the painting, he was puzzled: The man in the painting was clearly a young man, how could there be such a deep crease?

It turned out that it wasn't a wrinkles nor was it a failure. It was a scar!

Xueluo suddenly thought: Could the painting painted by Feng Xinglang's mother be the Hetun?

The man on the drawing paper had eyes as sharp as a falcon's …

And the current Hetun … There was one as well!

And the more Xueluo looked at it, the more it resembled him …

With a "peng," another shot was fired without any warning.

Xueluo was shocked, his mind went blank.

This time, the bullet did not land on her body. Her whole body was still intact.

Focusing his eyes, Xueluo was shocked to realise that Hetun's gun was aimed at him yet again!

The bullet struck the left half of Feng Xinglang's body, which was where his heart was.

Seeing the shirt on the left side of Feng Xinglang's body being dyed red with blood, Xueluo involuntarily cried out in pain:

"Feng Xinglang..."

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