Chapter 400: Feng Xinglang, do you believe in love? (1/2)
Feng Lixin eventually left.
Perhaps this is not what Feng Lixin really wants to do.
He can understand why Feng Xinglang chose him!
Because for a long time, what hovered in his mind and heart was how to repay him and thank him!
Therefore, Feng Lixin left, and chose to become his brother Feng Xinglang's persistent gratefulness.
Hearing the speedboat leaving, Feng Xinglang turned to look at Lin Xueluo who was sitting on the ground.
He smiled slightly, although his smile looked very weak.
The mother and son of Xue Luo in front of her had already been layered, and a phantom appeared in front of him.
Feng Xinglang has felt that his consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, and he knows that his time is running out.
Some words are too late to say!
He gazed deeply at her, blood was flowing from his body, and Feng Xinglang, who was on the verge of shock, was unable to stand up.
”Lin Xueluo, I stay ... accompany you to die! Are you happy?”
Looking at the man's blood-stained face, Xue Luo suddenly laughed!
Tears burst into tears.
”I'm happy!”
She nodded. Turn your head into a wavy drum.
”I'm really happy!”
”It's cheap for you ... you say you're stupid and idiot, the key looks are average! I'm blind ... I just married you!”
Feng Xinglang's voice had begun to be intermittent.
Xue Luo crawled towards Feng Xinglang, who was stained with blood, and hugged his carefully raised head into his arms.
”Xing Lang, don't talk anymore? You have a lot of blood, don't talk anymore ... listen to me!”
Feng Xinglang's hands were shaking uncontrollably, and the palms and backs of his hands were stained red by his own blood.
Slowly, he stretched out his palm and carefully covered the slightly swollen belly with snow falling, but said nothing.
How good it would be if he knew earlier!
At least, he can make the first meeting with this little thing and arrange it warmly and lovingly!
Xue Luo choked again.
She took Feng Xinglang's hand and covered her belly with tears.
”Feng Xinglang, do you believe in love?”
”Feng Xinglang, I'll tell you a poem for your baby, okay?”
Snow dropped her head and kissed Feng Xinglang's blood-stained handsome face.
Then he wiped the blood on his face with his sleeves little by little.
With a choking sound, recite the poem written by Feng Xinglang's mother on that painting.
”I hear love;”
”I believe in love.”
”Love is a struggling cyanobacteria,”
”Like the breeze,”
”Through my blood loss vein,”
”Convictions for years.”
Xue Luo hugged Feng Xinglang's head tightly, and kept kissing his face.
”Xinglang, our family will never be apart again ... never!”
Feng Xinglang's consciousness has been blurred. He can no longer appreciate the love poems that Xue Luo recited to him.
Perhaps the only thing he could feel was that the woman kept kissing his face and telling him fine and dense love.
The biggest shock was, of course, Hetun.