Chapter 979: Help me have a baby too! (1/2)
Feng Xinglang at that time was really annoyed by Cong Gang's downfall:
If you do n’t shoot, it will become a coward ’s performance;
If it were shot, it would really be Cong Gang's routine!
Slowly, some stiff, Feng Xinglang finally put down the gun aimed at Cong Gang's forehead.
”Cong Gang, let's talk about it.”
Reason finally defeated the anger, Feng Xinglang sighed a heavy sigh of breath, ”You don't want to hurt me ... I know that! Otherwise, I won't pretend my grandson to change the medicine in the middle of the night! , Let's talk! ”
Perhaps the wisdom of Feng Xinglang is good at strategy. Handle tough problems in a more calm way!
In Cong Gang's eyes, Feng Xinglang is still a **** man!
But this bloodiness seems to be much weaker!
But Feng Xinglang was a greedy man!
”Feng Xinglang, you have to reflect and reflect in time! In fact, it is your kindness that is destined to continue all the troubles now!”
Cong Gang's words are more than just a hit, he can be called an anatomy of red pheasant!
”Then you mean: I should be like you-can be bloodthirsty and arbitrary killings for the purpose?”
Feng Xinglang snorted sternly, ”It's the only way you can deal with a man who has rescued you so badly.
Cong Gang was silent, and he stared quietly at Feng Xinglang who reprimanded himself with a strange look.
Seeing Cong just silent, thinking that he had found it with conscience, Feng Xinglang continued his scolding and sarcasm.
”No wonder you almost dying on the street, it's purely deserved! I'm sorry to save you after eight lives!”
”...” Eight lifetime regrets? This regret is long enough!
Cong Gang, who had been silenced by Feng Xinglang's reprimand, had been silent, and suddenly opened his mouth spookily.
”Feng Xinglang, when he was in Peteburg, what kind of taste was there in the moment when Hetun was going to make your son alive?
Feng Xinglang has long been silent!
That experience was enough to impress him, and eternity can't forget it!
”Feng Xinglang, you are all right. Scars forget the pain!”
Cong Gang smiled faintly, ”Goodnight Er Ye, I wish you a good dream!”
Until Cong just left, Feng Xinglang remained silent.
It took a long time for Feng Xinglang to close his eyes slowly, concealing his desolation and sadness.
*****
The grand white mansion, under the shadow of night, adds solemnity and mystery.
At the dinner table, there was Father Bai and a newly-married couple.
Although the dinner was as rich as ever, Yuan Duoduo's mood was different.
The first is her identity: his wife, who dreamed of becoming Bai Mo, did not say that he was still pregnant with his two twin children!
Yuan Duoduo held chopsticks in one hand and hugged her tall and swollen belly in one hand: Babes, Mommy finally got you two straight! You now have a dad. You are the righteous son of the Bai family!
To be honest, Yuan Duoduo's heart is still beautiful!
The inferiority complex was covered by the joy and comfort of being Bai Mo's wife. No matter how she and Bai Mo will go in the future, she will cherish every hard-won day!
”Duoduo, hurry up ... don't pull the rice from the bowl!”
Compared to his grandson, Bai Mo, who was smashed in the head, the old man cares more about Yuan Duoduo's diet.
It's a nutritious soup and a dish, and the plate in front of Yuan Duoduo has always been full.
”Duoduo, this pork rib soup is a bit cold. Let's drink it again.”
”It's not cold, just right.”
After returning to Shen'er, Yuan Duoduo immediately picked up the small bowl of ribs soup and sipped it.
She really didn't want to trouble the domestic servant to reheat her again. Besides, she was not so coquettish.
”Master, don't worry about it! Yuan Xiaoqiang feeds better than dogs!”
Why is this so unpleasant?
”Small boy, what's your analogy? Doduo is now the wife you are married to! Do you describe your wife as a dog? I think your head must be smashed a few times!”
The old man reprimanded his love for Sun, but at the same time he added food to his granddaughter Yuan Duoduo.
”Grandpa, it's okay ...”
Yuan Duoduo glanced at Bai Mo secretly, ”Bai Mo is just kidding ... he is not malicious!”
Bai Mo didn't continue to talk back to the old man, glanced at Yuan Duoduo's belly hidden under the tablecloth, and began to bury his head in a deep expression.
”Bai Mo, eat some beef willow. Auntie is very delicious.”
Yuan Duoduo added Bai Mo with clean chopsticks.
Bai Mo's sudden expression was serious, which made Yuan Duoduo a little uneasy. Can't help thinking: Does this man regret getting a marriage certificate with her?