Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Feng Xinglang shouted with a thunderous roar.

Perhaps at this moment, no one could understand the meaning of Shang as a father!

Furthermore, Feng Xinglang was a man who paid special attention to family feelings!

He slightly raised his face, only to see his Adam\'s apple violently moving up and down.

He seemed to be trying his best to hold back the bitterness in his heart.

After he took a deep breath to adjust his body, Feng Xinglang\'s face once again recovered its calmness. The calmness was tinged with the coldness of a stranger.

His heart ached from being too rational.

"Nanny An, I\'m hungry, go cook! Little Qian is still lying in the hospital. Old Mo, I\'ll trouble you to go and check all the cars. I\'ll use it more frequently these few days! "

"Enough, stop standing in front of me, you two go do what you need to do."

Feng Xinglang sighed and urged Butler Mo and Nanny An who were still standing in front of him, wanting to say something but not daring to.

After the Butler Mo and the Nanny An left, Feng Xinglang collapsed onto the sofa in the living room like a mountain collapsing. He stayed still for a long time, as if he had stopped moving.

The dinner was sumptuous.

Even if First Young Master Feng Lixin and Second Madame were not here, they would not treat him unfairly.

To First Young Master, he was respectful. But to Second Young Master, he was partial. From the bottom of her heart, she really liked the stubborn and intelligent Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang\'s appetite did not seem to be affected at all by the trouble he was facing. He ate it in big bites, looking like he had a great appetite.

"Both of you, stop standing. Sit down and eat together."

Feng Xinglang raised his head and glanced at the Butler Mo and Nanny An who were bowing towards him.

"I wonder if those evil people can give the First Young Master and Madam a bite to eat …"

Nanny An was always so sentimental. Once she saw Feng Xinglang eating so happily, she immediately thought of the First Young Master and the Second Young Master\'s Wife that were trapped in prison.

Bada! Feng Xinglang smashed the chopsticks on the table, "You are crying. Are you not letting me eat properly?"

Being so fierce with Feng Xinglang, the Nanny An cried even more fiercely.

Butler Mo immediately pushed her. "Old An, go to the kitchen and have a look at the soup. I\'ll take care of this place."

The Butler Mo sent the Nanny An away.

Only the Butler Mo knew that: Second Young Master was very unhappy!

Feng Xinglang did not pick up the chopsticks that he dropped. His eyes were tightly shut, as if he was suppressing something.

"Second Young Master, let me give you some egg soup. When you were young, you drank so much that you fought with the First Young Master over it! "

Butler Mo said nostalgic words as he helped Feng Xinglang fill up a small bowl of egg soup.

Actually, Feng Xinglang did not like drinking chicken egg soup. It was only when he saw that Feng Lixin liked to drink that he would fight over food with Feng Lixin for the sake of snatching it away.

There were too many past events that were worth Feng Xinglang recalling. Most of them were good, because Feng Lixin had a kind heart.

Feng Xinglang picked up the bowl of egg drop soup and drank it all.

It was sticky and dull!

He thought that he was really stupid all those years to have fought with his big brother Feng Lixin for so many years.

"Old Mo..."

"He\'s here."

"Thank you."

"Second Young Master... "You\'re welcome."

Xing San kept his word.

In these two days, he had always been good to Lin Xueluo and her son.

The food that Xing San sent over was extremely sumptuous. Xueluo also did not stand on ceremony with Xing San, but continued to eat heartily, feeding himself and the little girl in his stomach to their fill every day.

Xing San quietly stared at the woman that was devouring her food.

He was surprised that this woman could still eat in such a calm and collected manner even though she was already on the verge of death.

"I told Feng Xinglang about you being pregnant!" he said quietly.

Xueluo\'s hand that was holding onto the chopsticks trembled, and then laughed lightly: "His reaction must have disappointed you!"

If you think about it, that makes sense! Otherwise, how would Xing San be willing to tell her after enduring for two days?

"He said: a fist-sized thing, not even half a thing."

Xing San\'s voice was always so calm. Just like the pot that was half boiling.

Xueluo\'s expression immediately became gloomy, and he lowered his head to continue eating the food in the bowl. This time, however, she did not take the dish, but only picked at the rice in the bowl.

"However, the hand he used to hold the teacup is trembling!"

A few seconds later, Xing San added.

Xueluo paused again as he used his chopsticks to poke the rice in the bowl.

Can\'t you just finish what you said?

"The more he pretends to be indifferent on the surface, the more struggle he has in his heart!"

Xing San started to speak in a hidden manner.

Xueluo placed the chopsticks on top of his rice bowl.

"You don\'t understand Feng Xinglang! If he didn\'t struggle internally, then he wouldn\'t be able to calm down in anger! He was blaming me for acting on my own and sneaking into his child\'s arms! In his eyes, this action of mine was an outrageous one! He deserved to die a thousand deaths! They are asking to be humiliated! "

Alright, what Xueluo said right now was exactly the same as what Feng Xinglang was shouting at Feng Family!

"..."

Xing San was startled at first, but then he shook his head.

"It looks like you don\'t understand him! He suggested to use Lan Youyou to exchange for you two! "

Xueluo pursed her lips and sighed softly.

"He knows that Lan Youyou will not be harmed even if he fell into your hands. Furthermore, if you can fish me back, why not scold me and beat me up?

Xueluo instinctively held the little girl in his stomach, and when he thought about his future with the little girl, his expression fell.

"Mr. Xing San, how will people who are not chosen by Feng Xinglang die?"

Xueluo did not want to ask such a bloody question, but he still could not help but ask.

"So you\'re not as calm and unafraid as you seem to be!" Xing San laughed.

Xueluo thought: If I can let the child inside her live, then I can let her die no matter what!

"Don\'t worry, Feng Lixin is only a half-dead person, yet you\'re carrying his flesh and blood. If Feng Xinglang is calm enough, he will choose you two as mother and son! "

But Xueluo shook his head, and said with sorrow: "He won\'t!"

Seeing how sure Xueluo was, Xing San could not help but frown: Could it be that Feng Xinglang really knows how to choose a half-dead Feng Lixin?

Just as Xueluo was immersed in an incomparably sorrowful state of mind, the heavy anti-theft door opened.

"Big brother?"

Xueluo astonishedly discovered that the one who had appeared outside the prison\'s door was actually Feng Lixin.

An hour ago, when Feng Lixin, who had a face full of scars and was carried in by a stretcher, appeared in front of Hetun, Hetun was startled.

Although he was stupid, he had a brave heart!

Thus, when Feng Lixin asked to see his own younger brother\'s wife, Lin Xueluo, Hetun agreed.