Chapter 345: The Last Supper (1) (2/2)

Feng Lixin said jokingly.

Seeing Xue Luo talk with Feng Lixin very happy, Feng Xinglang hung aside was a little unpleasant.

”Okay, don't kneel on the ground now, you have to kneel tonight.”

Feng Xinglang's words were unruly bandits. Most people can't hear the inner meaning.

Of course, kneeling on the cymbals is much more comfortable than kneeling on this carpet.

”Xing Lang, when will you make a decent wedding for Xue Luo?”

Feng Lixin had some urge to ask.

Xue Luo's marriage to Fengjia was indeed wronged, let alone a decent wedding, and even the Feng family was quietly completed.

Xue Luo bowed her head awkwardly.

wedding? I dare not think about Xue Luo.

She instinctively began to worry that Feng Xinglang would say something to ridicule her.

as expected.

”Hasn't all the money for this wedding been used as a gift by Xia Zhengyang? Two hundred million yuan in gift money ...”

Feng Xinglang sighed, ”Brother, how frustrated you are, can you exchange 200 million yuan for such a silly sweet?”

”Presumptuous! Why isn't Xueluo worth 200 million yuan in gift money?” Feng Lixin warmly criticized Feng Xinglang.

”Okay! You are worth it!”

Feng Xinglang casually said.

Regardless of whether it is worth or not, her Lin Xueluo is nothing but a favorite product of the two brothers Fengjia.

It seems that Feng Lixin also realized something. I felt my way of thinking was being brought into the ditch by Feng Xinglang.

”Snow falls in my eyes, it is priceless! It cannot be measured with money at all!”

”Since you can't measure it with money, then you asked me to pay Xia Zhengyang a two-million-dollar gift? Otherwise, I'll go back tomorrow?”

”Feng Xinglang, would you like to withdraw money from me again?”

Feng Lixin was furious. The instinctual Yang Yang wanted to use his hand to smash Feng Xinglang, and when he found that it was the big white tumbler sent by Xue Luo, he put his hand down again.

”If you do n’t mention it, what ’s your anger? Feng Lixin, you are no longer a gentleman! Do you still apply for the tenth son of Chengcheng? ! ”

I don't know when, Feng Xinglang is used to playing tricks in front of Feng Lixin.

Perhaps he was making up for the many years of Feng Lixin's lingering in front of him.

When brought back to Feng's family, Feng Xinglang didn't like to talk; Feng Lixin once thought he was a little dumb.

Later, knowing that Feng Xinglang could speak, but he was not willing to speak, he teased him every day.

He kept talking in front of Feng Xinglang and kept saying that there was only one purpose, and let Feng Xinglang speak with him.

”Have your kids cool off!”

Feng Lixin no longer cares about Feng Xinglang, who is embarrassed and entangled, but instead gently drops his eyes and squats on the carpet with snow falling and says:

”The snow is falling, don't need to walk away, let him stay cool! Let's go to dinner. An An has done a lot of what you like.”

Xue Luo hurriedly got up from the carpet, because she wanted to avoid the belly, and her posture was a little dazed.

It seems awkward.

Feng Xinglang took her long arm and easily lifted her.

”Two hundred million! You want a face without a face, a body without a figure, and you can't be elegant, clumsy like a penguin.”