Chapter 237: Feng Xinglang suppressed to the freezing point (2/2)
Snow fell instinctively back and back, back to the side of the armrest, there is no way back.
”I'm sorry ...” Xue Luo murmured.
She also knows that Feng Lixin can face her with her own disfigurement and face everyone, she seems to have gathered all the courage in her heart.
But he happened to be happy again at that time.
Xue Luo's vomiting fell into Feng Lixin's eyes, and with Lan Youyou's oil and vinegar, she was wronged against Feng Lixin's disgust.
Xue Luo couldn't explain it: she was just a symptom of dislike.
At this moment, in the face of Feng Xinglang in the fury, Xue Luo was afraid. Afraid he would accidentally hurt the little boy in his stomach.
That was her child, and it was his.
Before Feng Xinglang stepped out of the medical room, Feng Lixin, who had closed her eyes tightly, said something.
”Don't blame Snowfall! She is careless!”
This sentence was originally kind. Feng Lixin didn't want his brother Feng Xinglang to be angry at the snow falling just by instinct.
Xue Luo really couldn't argue with one hundred mouths: Her vomiting was not because she saw Feng Lixin's disability, but the physical symptoms of her dislike.
Dumb to eat Coptis chinensis, there is no way to tell. Perhaps it is the most realistic portrayal of her Lin Xueluo now.
”I know you are careless!”
Feng Xinglang's voice was faint, as if educating a child who did wrong.
”But why don't you be careful! You know my brother's psychological condition is fragile now, and he can't stand anyone's blow and disdainful eyes!”
”Sorry……”
All I can say about Xue Luo is that I'm sorry.
Feng Xinglang did not continue to blame Xue Luo, but clasped Xue Luo's wrist and dragged down the stairs smoothly.
”Feng Xinglang, I want to apologize to your brother!” Xue Luo pleaded pleadingly.
”My brother doesn't need your apology!”
Feng Xinglang's voice was not high, nor was it sighing, but a cold sound.
”Xing Lang, I didn't mean it on purpose, I ... I'm sick. I'm cold.”
The snow fell terribly. She couldn't say she was pregnant with little goodness, but she tried to explain something.
”Don't you stay in school? What are you doing back? My brother's life can no longer withstand any stimulus and harm! No matter whether such stimulus and harm are unintentional, I can't stand it!”
”Do you understand? Lin Xueluo?”
Feng Xinglang's voice was very cold and cold, and it was able to form a layer of frost.
”Really sorry.”
Xue Luo no longer knew what else he could say. Just repeating this sentence mechanically.
”I'll send you out!”
Feng Xinglang's voice was still low. It was so low that there was no trace of temperature.
Xue Luo dragged his wrist all the way across the living room, and quietly opened the double doors of the living room, a fierce shove, throwing Snow directly into the rain curtain under the steps.