Chapter 25: I can hit the floor

Xue Luo was ashamed to grit her teeth. But Xia Yiqin was still there, and she couldn't struggle with the big hands clasping her wrists. Can only stare fiercely at this proud and rude man.

Under the cover of a suit, Xia Yiqin did not see the small movements of Feng Xinglang and Xue Luo.

"Feng Ershao was right. That's goodbye. Good night, snow falls, so is Feng Ershao." The rejection was uncomfortable, but Xia Yiqin still smiled with a signature. If you don't leave again, you will be ignorant of current affairs.

Watching the red BMW car leaving Fengjiayuan, Xueluo converged and just became forbearable, angry into a prickly hedgehog.

"Feng Xinglang, let go of me! In the face of your brother, I forgive you once! If I come back next time, I will tell your brother. He saved your brother's health with his fresh life, How can you tolerate this to his wife? "

These words, hitting Feng Xinglang's pain, he released the big hand that snapped Xue Luo's wrist.

Snow fell and ran into Feng's living room.

"Ma'am, you are back." After seeing the snow fall, An An was also very happy. It seems that his wife is willing to forgive the second master.

"An An, Li Xin?" Xue Luo felt guilty about her husband Feng Lixin. Not to mention that he left him alone in the wedding room on his wedding night, and ran back to Xia's house yesterday. He is indeed wayward.

"It's still in the medical room," An Ying answered sadly. In order to force Master Er to retrieve Xueluo, Master Master was really angry this time.

"Let's feed Li Xin for dinner. Starting from tonight, I will sleep in the medical room with Li Xin." Xue Luo said firmly. On the way back to Fengfeng, she made this determination.

An Yi was really surprised, she glanced at Feng Xinglang questioningly, and said quickly: "How can this be done! There is Dr. Jin in the medical room. You have nowhere to sleep."

"It's okay, I can hit the floor!" Xue Luo was so eager to enter the medical room to take care of Feng Lixin.

Feng Xinglang's eyes sank, and Jun's face was cold.

"You go and make something for my brother first. The fruit jigsaw last time was good." Feng Xinglang urged and went upstairs.

Xue Luo glanced at Feng Xinglang's back, still obediently went into the kitchen to prepare food for Feng Lixin.

Half an hour later, when Xue Luo's dinner for Feng Lixin was almost better, Mo's housekeeper came into the kitchen.

"Ma'am, Dr. Jin has just checked the young master's body. He is waiting for you in the upstairs wedding room. Please send him upstairs." He didn't specify whether it was the Great Master Feng Family or the Great Master Feng Family.

"Oh, okay! I'll send dinner upstairs to Li Xin." Xue Luo quickly picked up the prepared dinner tray and walked upstairs.

In front of the wedding room in the master bedroom on the second floor, Xue Luo stopped. The evil man in Feng Xinglang emerged from her mind. Isn't he in the wedding room again? It shouldn't! Even if he was in the presence of Feng Lixin, he did not dare to bully her in front of his brother.

Xue Luo tapped the door twice, and there was an old and husky response: "Come in."

The door of the wedding room was pushed open, and Xue Luo saw ‘Feng Lixin’ in a wheelchair. In fact, it should be Feng Xinglang with those burnt artificial skin.

Originally, these props were used to deal with the uncle Feng Yiming who wanted to be the Feng's group. I did not expect that these things have another use: to test a woman who is instigated!

Because Xue Luoken is married for the purpose of closing the family, it cannot really be associated with simplicity. Feng Xinglang is still not sure whether this woman has become contaminated with Feng Yiming. In order to test the elder brother Feng Lixin's condition, he laid a good foundation for Feng Yiming to inherit the Feng Group.

From the moment Feng Xinglang was brought back to Feng's family by his father Feng Yishan as an illegitimate son, the old lady Feng had strangled the right to inherit the Feng clan. Of course, Feng Xinglang would not care about a Feng group.

Feng's group was eventually inherited by his half-brother Feng Lixin. This made Uncle Feng Yiming dissatisfied. According to the old lady's will: Feng Yiming is the second heir of the Feng Group. In other words: Feng Lixin is dead, then the Feng group will be reduced to Feng Yiming's bag.

Of course, Feng Xinglang will not let the eldest brother Feng Lixin's hard work fall into the hands of Feng Yiming. Not to mention Feng Yiming's motives and suspicions. Before pursuing the truth, Feng Xinglang must let Feng Yiming realize that his brother Feng Lixin's condition is not serious! So that he died that ambition to swallow the Feng's group alone!

If he was allowed to verify that Feng Yiming was the murderer who harmed his brother Feng Lixin, he would surely bring his uncle to justice and bring him to justice. This, no doubt!

But this is what Feng Lixin is taboo! He really didn't want to see the people in Feng's family flesh and blood!

"Li Xin?"

Seeing a man in a wheelchair, Xue Luo's nose was sore, and his eyes became ruddy. Compared to the first panic and thriller, she was not so afraid when she faced her husband Feng Lixin who was scarred by the fire again.

Deep sympathy and compassion made Xue Luo resonate with the sick man in the wheelchair in front of him.

The woman's soft murmur into her bones made Feng Xinglang's inexplicable whisper, but she did not know how to answer the woman's tenderness.

Xue Luo put the dinner tray in her hand on the side of the low cabinet, moved over lightly, and half-knelt in front of the wheelchair. She rested Feng Xinglang's scarred hand in the palm of her hands. Still shivering, still scary, but Xue Luo was no longer afraid.

"Li Xin, I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have left you alone that night." Xue Luo pressed his face slowly to Feng Xinglang's scarred hand and asked softly: "Do these scars still hurt?"

Feng Xinglang froze for a moment, and seemed to feel that his cold heart was soaked in the hot spring water with bubbles, which was not as sad and hatred as before, like ironed, warm The warm current flows.

"Li Xin, believe me, I will take care of you! Live well with you ..." Xue Luo put his head on Feng Xinglang's strong legs, like a gentle and well-behaved cat. The sharp teeth in front of Feng Xinglang were judged as two.

Slowly, like a demon, Feng Xinglang even spread his hands and gently stroked Xueluo's long black and soft hair. A different kind of tenderness is passed between two hearts that are intent on each other. Clean and not dusty.

"Snow is falling," Feng Xinglang's tone is vicissitudes because he has a voice changer attached to his vocal cords. "Is Xing Lang bullying you?"

The snow fell for a moment, and some tangled lightly squirmed red lips. After all, he said insincerely: "No ... no! Xinglang ... respects my bitch."

This is just the true longing of Xue Luo's heart, and it has nothing to do with the facts.

Or, she really didn't want to ruin the brotherhood between their brothers.

Watching the woman's tears of grievance rolling on her cheek inadvertently, Feng Xinglang stretched out her hand so naturally, and smoothed off the two lines of tears on the woman's cheek with the fingers of the fingers that were not smooth.