Chapter 1135: Jiao is cute enough ... (1/2)

”Lan Youyou is your wife, you ask me what I do!”

Feng Xinglang responded lazily.

The critical notice of the military region hospital is credible.

Lan Youyou's doctor told Feng Xinglang: Although Lan Youyou eventually resisted, two thirds of the one-half of the medicinal solution had been injected into Lan Youyou's body.

And Lan Youyou's weak physique at that time should not be able to withstand the violent erosion of the medicinal solution.

The cowardly heart, regardless of the emotions between men and women; even a wicked prisoner, at the moment when fragile life is about to pass away, has to win the compassion of others.

Feng Xing Long Ben is a person who values ​​feelings. Otherwise, he won't be sentimental about Yan Bang's death.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang also asks himself: if the woman has never been in a relationship with herself; if the woman is not the woman her brother Feng Lixin loved to die; if the woman is not the biological mother of her niece ... herself When you start, will you still be so intolerable?

Feng Xinglang is not a villain, but he is not a good stubble either!

So cruel to a beautiful woman, that more or less breeds a little bit of compassion for a man!

”Xinglang, the Military Region Hospital said, Youyou can't live long ... she cried again and said that she wanted to see the group ... For the sake of the group, I want to take her back to her family and take care of her funeral.

Just paused for a moment, Feng Lixin stated in a hurry, ”Let her live in the small villa next door, and I will pay close attention to her and not let her hurt Xueluo and Nono again.”

”Okay, you want to take your wife home and settle. No one will stop you, and no one will stop you!”

Feng Xinglang sighed slightly, ”You don't have to look at Tuan Tuan's sake, nor do you have to look at any of us!”

Feng Xinglang knew that Lan Youyou would return to Feng's house again this time, and only Mo Ranran could hurt.

He will not allow it and will not give Lan Youyou the chance to hurt his wife and children.

It's just bitter Mo Ranran!

However, Mo Ranran wants to be Feng Lixin's woman, she must go through the level of Lan Youyou!

Otherwise, even if she has an attachment to her brother Xin, she won't be able to eventually become Feng Lixin's wife and lover, another hostess of the family.

”Xinglang, I'll watch you carefully! She's running out of time, I think ...”

”Okay, don't fret!”

Feng Xinglang stopped Feng Lixin's endless revelation. ”You are the boss of Feng family, and you are afraid that my brother will not bite you?”

”Xinglang ...”

Feng Lixin choked, ”Thank you!”

”I really want to thank me? Let's make a promise tonight!”

Feng Xinglang humorous. Just don't want to be too polite and out of sight between their brothers.

If you want to do something for your unforgiving wife and do your duty as a husband, you need to be so jealous of his brother's feelings.

Perhaps Feng Xinglang promised to be so refreshing, and there was also Yan Bang's credit.

The death of Yan Bang made Feng Xinglang cherish the brotherhood between brothers even more.

Feng Xinglang hung up the phone, Jun face was cold.

I don't know what he is thinking, but I can only feel that his heart must not be calm at this moment.

Feng Xinglang looked around and saw his son sleeping in a small bed not far away. There was a duvet folded into two layers, and a duvet was covered. The little boy was sleeping soundly, and his little face was flushed.

How can this Cong Gang be so thick and thin?

Why didn't you find yourself a duvet?

With this complaint, Feng Xinglang felt that his old waist was even more sore. Real hardwood bed, he slept all night!

It doesn't matter if he sleeps like this, the key is that he always sleeps on high-quality latex mattresses.

Kissing his son's warm little face, Feng Xinglang began to look around.

This is a simple wooden house built on the move. It's as simple as living for primitive people. It is similar to Cong Gang's description. It is not surprising that the village is not in front of the village and the store is behind.

There is indeed a graveyard on the right front. It's scary to watch during the day, let alone at night.

Although Feng Xinglang doesn't believe what ghosts and gods say, it is still uncomfortable to be neighbors of these dead people.

When Feng Xinglang came downstairs, he only saw Cong Gang sitting alone on a wooden table in the corner, peeling Brazilian pine nuts.

A lot of pine nut shells had accumulated on his hand; the sealed box on one side was almost filled with pine nuts.

”You stripped this thing overnight without sleeping?”

In terms of quantity, it takes seven or eight hours for one person. And Cong just peeled not fast.

”The bed is occupied by you, so find some work to do.” Cong Gang calmly responded.

”You pig head? Wouldn't you find a few boards and build another one ?!”

Feng Xinglang hummed, picked up the sealed box and poured some pine nuts into his mouth.

Cong just didn't answer and started packing up those pine nuts.

”You say you're such a big living person, living in a dead pile ... what do you think?”

Feng Xinglang glanced at the grave again.

”quiet!”

”quiet?”

Feng Xinglang's lips hummed, ”Are they not afraid that they would come out and chat with you in the middle of the night?”

”It's even more likely to get into me in the middle of the night, except for your father and son, there should be no other people! Whether dead or alive!”