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Chapter 703: Are you more like a lord than I am?
Receiving the call from the hospital, Xueluo immediately brought his son Nuonuo over.
The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant; one could even faintly smell the scent of blood.
Yuan Duoduo's face turned pale white, his eyes opened wide as he stared at the pale white ceiling.
He stood there motionless, as if he had died with everlasting regrets.
"Duo Duo …"
Xueluo shouted, and immediately went to the side of Yuan Duoduo's illness.
"Duoduo, how are you, is it okay? The doctor said you've lost a lot of blood and you're not taking care of it. They scared me to death! "
Seeing that there was nothing left for Yuan Duoduo to do and his eyes were empty, Xueluo began to cry softly out of heartache.
"Didn't you say you'd like me to accompany you to the hospital for surgery on Friday? Why did you come all alone? "
Xueluo caressed Yuan Duoduo's pale white face, anxious: "Duo Duo, say something ah … "Can you not scare me?"
"Duo Duo, what's wrong with you? If you don't say anything, I'll kiss you! "
The little guy's heart ached for his mother who was crying, for the unmoving and unmoving Yuan Duoduo who was heartbroken as well.
Her childish voice finally reached Yuan Duoduo's ears. She turned her head, and saw her little friend Linnuo in close proximity.
"Nuonuo... Big kids. No more! "No more..."
Or perhaps it was the innocence of a child that touched Yuan Duoduo, whose heart was like dying embers. She struggled to support her upper body and hugged little Linnuo tightly in her embrace, crying without a sound.
At the very least, crying was better than being alone in your heart. Yuan Duoduo cried out in pain, as if his heart was broken.
She knew that she could not keep the child inside her, but she was mentally prepared to knock it out. However, when the little thing came out of her stomach, she felt an excruciating pain that made her wish she was dead.
The little guy was hugged by Yuan Duoduo as he cried in a daze. It was as if he had not even realized what had happened: Since when did the big flowers have children?
Seeing that, Xueluo's heart was in pain from Yuan Duoduo's heart-wrenching cry.
He could not help but think about himself: If his own child was gone too... Would there still be the current Lin Xueluo?
Or perhaps, what kind of life would be reopened?
Every time he thought about it, he would feel a lingering fear. Especially when he was locked up in a container. Every day was a living torment for a pregnant woman. To even have to face the provocation and persecution of that malicious woman, Lan Youyou …
When he thought about how he was beaten up by Lan Youyou until blood flowed out, Xueluo could not help but hate him.
But what was the use of hatred?
Lan Youyou married Feng Lixin, and became Feng Xinglang's sister-in-law. She successfully cleansed everything for herself!
Feng Xinglang would not punish her, but Feng Lixin was even less!
What about the persecution and grievances that Lin Xueluo and her child had suffered? It was written off just like that?
Just thinking of how Hetun was unwilling to transfer Nuonuo's account to his, Xueluo felt so much pain in his heart.
The son of the Feng Family …
The son of the Xing Family …
How could they have the face to snatch it from her!
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When Feng Xinglang rushed to the hospital, Yuan Duoduo had already passed out.
His son Linnuo was in Xueluo's embrace and was napping.
After coming to the hospital, Xueluo turned off his phone, which was why he had walked around for a long time before coming to this place.
"Why didn't you turn it on? How is Yuan Duoduo? "
Feng Xinglang reached his hands out and wanted to hug Xueluo's tired son in his arms.
Xueluo hesitated for a moment, but still allowed Feng Xinglang to carry the child. He couldn't possibly bring Lil Thing along with him to keep vigil in the hospital, right?
"The phone was turned off because I didn't want to answer your call!" Xueluo said bluntly.
He could tell that the woman's mood was low. Feng Xinglang held out his hand and pulled Xueluo into his embrace.
Maybe it was because he had been holding it in for too long, or maybe it was because of the situation, Xueluo first struggled for a bit, then started to sob from the man's embrace.
Feng Xinglang gently patted Xueluo's back, and carefully kissed her hair, rubbing her cheek against it.
After a long while, Xueluo finally calmed down.
"Feng Xinglang, bring Nuonuo to sleep tonight. I'll stay in the hospital and take care of Dodo. "
"Isn't there a nurse?" The man whispered.
"I have to stay here! If you find Nuonuo troublesome, you can leave it to me! "
Xueluo reached out to hug the child, but was caught by Feng Xinglang in the palm of his hand.
"I know you two have a good relationship …" After I send Nuonuo out tomorrow, I'll come and see you. "
It was as if Feng Xinglang still wanted to say something to Xueluo, but it was already very late and the patient had to stay still. There was also the little fellow sleeping on his shoulder, forcing Feng Xinglang to leave first.
Bentley was heading towards the Yulong City.
But halfway through, he suddenly changed his direction and rushed towards Qibei Mountain City's Ghost Hut.
At the entrance of Mount Pan, below the mountain, a roadblock was set up. Bentley was forced to stop.
He looked into the depths of the forest. There was a distance of more than 10 kilometers between them. And there was also a sleeping baby girl …
According to common sense, Bentley should have turned around and headed towards the Yulong City that could treat them as his lords.
However, Bentley stopped in his tracks. Two minutes later, a muscular figure came out of the house and walked towards the haunted house in the middle of the forest.
As expected, after Feng Xinglang carried his sleeping son and walked a kilometer, he saw an off-road car.
It was strange that a car should suddenly appear in such a dark and terrifying forest.
But Feng Xinglang smiled, and then got into the car. He knew that this carriage was prepared by Cong Gang.
Wisps of light shone from the haunted house, as if they were welcoming the arrival of this father and son.
Feng Xinglang used his long legs and kicked open the already empty door. He saw Cong Gang, dressed like a resident, sitting in front of an oval shaped tea table, as he savored the new tea.
"Pretending to be ghosts!"
Feng Xinglang retorted with dissatisfaction, "Cong Gang, you look even more like a lord than me, is that alright?"
The sofa at the side had been cleaned up long ago, and there was even a small pillow placed on it.
It was obvious that Cong Gang knew about the arrival of this father and son pair. Thinking about it, that barricade was something he had done on purpose.
After placing his son comfortably on the sofa, Feng Xinglang sat down in front of Cong Gang.
On the tea table, there was a cup of freshly brewed tea. It was slightly hot, but it was tasting good times.
Feng Xinglang also drank his tea. But it was rare for someone to taste tea like Cong Gang did.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of tea, Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang who was fiddling with the cups and lamps in his hands. He looked like a master from the outside world, with a little bit of an otherworldly atmosphere.
"Are you still alive?"
Feng Xinglang let out a leisurely snort, "And here I thought you had been turned into ashes by Yan Bang!"