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Chapter 669: You're about to lose your soul
These words that caused Feng Xinglang's face to redden and her heart to beat faster were filled with emotion. It was so ambiguous that Xueluo couldn't even raise his head up, let alone look straight at this man.
But Feng Xinglang was not ashamed of his frivolous words, what appeared was still his handsome face that was like an iron wall.
"Feng Xinglang, quickly, don't say anymore … Do you even have any shame! "
Xueluo's face was flushed red, she wanted to reach out her hands to stop the man from running the train.
Of course, if Feng Xinglang really wanted face, he wouldn't try to seduce her like that.
"Your soul is about to be thrown onto your body, why do you still need it for this face? You can take it as well! With my body as a walking corpse! "
This matter had been stirred up so much … It was enough to make a person faint from alcohol!
"Feng Xinglang, you don't have to worry about it! I don't care about your soul, nor your body! Lan Youyou has been waiting for you for so many years, you should go and help her! "
Xueluo's expression was cold, but when he listened carefully, he could not hide the bitterness in his words.
"That's right. She had been waiting for me for so many years, yet I didn't give it to her … "Why is that?"
Feng Xinglang followed the woman's meaning, as if he was dissecting himself, and comforted the woman as well, "Isn't it because of my entire person, that your Lin Xueluo took my entire body and mind away?"
Who hooked you! "Shameless!"
Xueluo glared at Feng Xinglang resentfully, "Go! We're divorced! It's nothing! "
"A day of marriage and a hundred days of grace! Besides, we've been husband and wife for so many days … Would they still be able to separate their relationship in this lifetime? "
Sensing that the force of the woman pressing against the door was much less, Feng Xinglang used his strength to push himself in easily.
He was also carrying a tray of food. Inside, there was a plate of Cola chicken wings, glutinous rice ribs, mushrooms, vegetables and rice, all of which Xueluo liked to eat everyday.
"Your own son chose this for you. Do you have the heart to betray his filial piety?"
The brazen play of the hooligan card had ended, and they had begun to play the game of kinship.
Originally, he had rejected her words, but now, he swallowed them back. Her son was the flesh of her heart, and she really couldn't bear to see her own son lose.
"Where's Nuonuo?"
Xueluo instinctively raised his head and looked behind Feng Xinglang, but did not see his son Linnuo following his father.
"Oh, teaching his uncle and grandpa downstairs."
Feng Xinglang placed the food tray on the desk and started to look around the pavilion where Xueluo and her son lived.
The attic was only about twenty square meters, but it was made warm and cozy. However, the tight, low space still caused Feng Xinglang to frown.
"Feng Xinglang, you're indulging Nuonuo in such insolence, not respecting the elders, and not being courteous at all? Nuonuo is always like this, how can he be integrated into society? "
For the sake of his son's education, Xueluo was always the top two.
During the five years he lived with the Hetun, the Hetun had clearly made this little fellow into a bad child who was full of hostility.
"Why can't you just integrate yourself into society? This little thing, it was simply a copy of me since I was young. Isn't that great? "
As expected, Feng Xinglang praised his son's character and had no intention to criticize his son's education.
"Feng Xinglang, you're done! From now on, you are not allowed to spread your vicious thoughts to Nuonuo! My own son, I'll teach him myself! "
Xueluo was really anxious. Hetun's education had always been solely for him, and Feng Xinglang's education had fostered the unbridled aura of a son.
"Good, good, good. I will teach Nuonuo to respect his elders and to be kind to others."
Feng Xinglang did not want her and his world of women to become filled with anger because of her son's problem with education.
Xueluo stared at Feng Xinglang, and pursed her lips, "You have already delivered the food, you can go now!"
It was this merciless command to leave again.
Xueluo knew: Feng Xinglang genuinely and sincerely loved his son, Linnuo.
She felt that Feng Xinglang could give chase after her son's mother in order to satisfy his own son's wish.
He still lacked the confidence from the bottom of his heart!
There were four things a woman must have: the self-confidence raised in her face, the kindness growing in her heart, the backbone fused into her blood, and the fortitude carved into her life!
Xueluo felt that he looked really low!
Especially after he divorced Feng Xinglang, he did not have the ability to give his son a relaxed and happy home. At least, since he did not even have a diploma, he could only receive a certificate that was not accepted by the company.
A guest departure order, right?
How could this be hard to come by for a man with high IQ like Feng Xinglang?
"Eat first, I'll watch you eat." He could also go downstairs and tell his own son … Cough cough! "
Before Feng Xinglang even finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough lightly.
Instinctively, he used the back of his hand to hide the awkwardness of his cough, but he never thought that the back of his hand would actually be stained with blood.
It was not much, but compared to the white skin on the back of his hand, it was obvious what he wanted.
"Feng Xinglang, you're coughing blood..."
Xueluo anxiously went up to take a look. It really was blood. Fresh blood.
"How are you feeling? Does it matter? Shall I take you to the hospital? "
The woman's eyes were filled with heartache.
"To what hospital …" Even if I don't die, I'll be smothered to death by the smell of the disinfectant! "
Feng Xinglang's tall and sturdy body lightly swayed for a bit, and then smoothly laid on Xueluo's bed.
"Then... Then how about I send you to Cong Gang's place? He, he should be able to treat your internal bleeding. "
Xueluo had seen Cong Gang's exquisite medical skills in handling internal injuries and external injuries.
"No!" I see him and I don't care. "
Feng Xinglang straightened his back, "Maybe it's because I'm tired from climbing up the stairs … Let me lie down for a while. "
The man was already coughing blood and was extremely tired. Was Xueluo really going to chase him away?
Moreover, Xueluo was not that kind of cold-hearted woman!
In truth, Feng Xinglang's internal bleeding had stopped long ago.
As for the blood on the back of his hand, it was unknown whether or not Feng Xinglang had coughed it up.
But there was one thing that he was sure of: that was Feng Xinglang's own blood! As for where he had come from, only he himself knew!
His body's weakness stemmed from the battle in the Pater Castle.
His entire body and mind were tormented to the point that they felt as if they had died once.
Feng Xinglang was one of those men who were arrogant deep down in their bones. There were some things that he would rather die than live through.
A woman's bed was not very suitable, but it was extremely comfortable.
As he rested on the pillow that carried the scent of a woman and his child, Feng Xinglang's heart inexplicably calmed down.
There was no need for any external factors.
A few minutes later, Feng Xinglang could clearly feel the woman gently holding onto his hand that had just been drenched in blood …