Chapter 163: Who is funeral for Feng Lixin (1/2)

In fact, Xue Luo has met Feng Lixin.

That was the only time Xueluo went in when his uncle Feng Yiming took a large group of shareholders, as well as forensic doctors, etc., to the nephew Feng Lixin to perform a medical performance appraisal. Passed Feng Lixin's medical room.

At that time, the first impression that the medical room gave Xue Xue was cold. It is several degrees lower than the outside temperature. It is also mixed with a pungent disinfectant.

The room was dark at the time. Xue Luo could only vaguely see Feng Lixin lying on the special bed.

To be honest, Xue Luo didn't see Feng Lixin's look clearly at that time, but just felt that Feng Lixin was wrapped in various vital signs monitoring instruments, which made people feel pity. A living life is trapped in the cold medical equipment.

At that time, Xue Luo was only concerned about the sadness of Feng Lixin, and did not think about it in other aspects. I just felt that Feng Lixin's condition had become a lot worse, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Where would Xueluo know? It was just the real Feng Lixin. The ‘Feng Lixin’ who walked out of the medical room were all just Feng Xinglang ’s bad man posing.

”Why didn't Feng Xinglang agree to let me go in to see Feng Lixin? I'm Feng Lixin's wife, and I'm his first guardian. Why doesn't Feng Xinglang agree?”

Feng Xinglang refused! Xue implementation is unbearable: ”When is it? He is like a tyrant, and he wants to cover the sky with one hand. This will not let those who don't let him, who gave him such power!”

Just as Xue Luo was arguing with the butler, the door of the intensive care unit was slowly opened from the inside. Then Feng Xinglang's erect posture appeared in front of Xue Luo.

The snow fell for a moment.

It's only been a few days, the man seems to have been choking for many years: because he was not taken care of, the man's originally healthy short hair went messy at this moment; the blue beard on the cheek smashed out of the skin; Baba's clothes ... It took only three days for Fengxinglang to look like a Syrian refugee!

The blood-red eyes of the man, as well as the chapped lips, stabbed Xue Luo's heart.

At this moment, Xue Luo could never say anything to blame this man.

But fiercely, the man's movement was as fast as a cheetah, and he rushed forward and jammed the snow-falling neck, using the force that almost lifted her all off the ground.

”Lin Xueluo, haven't you done enough? Haven't you all escaped from the home cage? Why should you come back?”

Feng Xinglang's eyes full of anger reflected his blood-red eyes, as terrifying as the devil, ”Lin Xueluo, if my brother can't wake up or die, I will make you all for him Funeral! ”

Xue Luo did not struggle, but just looked at the angry eyes of the man quietly, and tears fell.

”Master Two ... Master Two, don't do this ... my wife is innocent. I will bury the master!” Mo steward rushed to stop Feng Xinglang who was violent like a trapped beast.

Under the concerted efforts of all the people, the furious Feng Xinglang was finally pulled apart.

”Cough ...” After a breath of snow falling from the breath of life, he couldn't help coughing heavily. Looking at the corridor door in a covert state, Xue Luo took advantage of everyone's attention and rushed in with just a little effort to recover.

The opportunity lies in grasping. Xueluo knew that if he missed this time, he would never be able to take advantage of Feng Xinglang's eyelids.