Chapter 641: Back to Cinderella 3

Cong Gang did not hurry to answer Feng Xinglang's question, but first applied the last piece of Chinese herbal cream that activated blood circulation to the upper part of Feng Xinglang's cheekbones.

"I was dropped off the car!"

Later, he answered Feng Xinglang casually.

"I X your sister! You really treat them ..."

Feng Xinglang was anxious to sit up, but as soon as he felt hard in the abdomen, he felt softened. But he was still struggling to support his semi-remnant body with his elbow ... After several hard efforts, he almost rolled off the hollow frame, and Cong hummed again.

"Weikang has been asked to pick up their mother and son."

Cong just compromised. It is estimated that this time Feng Xinglang's internal injuries were really serious.

Feng Xinglang had a terrible temper.

Sometimes he behaved in the same way as the 5-year-old Lin Nuo: he tossed himself and made those who care about him nervous and eager.

And Cong Gang is the one who is nervous and eager for him!

Feng Xinglang lay back on the hollow puppet again, and moved a more comfortable position, and his body would not be struggling and hurt.

Then he stared at Cong Gang who was wet with sweat.

"Wei Kang ... is yours?"

Back in Peteburg, Feng Xinglang had such doubts. It was only then that he obviously had to save his life first.

"Ok."

Cong just responded softly. Nothing was explained. No intentional concealment.

"Dog stuff ... when did you learn to recruit and buy a horse?"

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, revealing dissatisfaction with interrogation.

Cong Gang did not answer, and it seemed that he could not answer. He tore off the wide towel around Feng Xinglang's waist, washed it in cold water a few times, and then covered Feng Xinglang's waist again.

Feng Xinglang's whole physique was not a stretch. Together with somewhere, it's all clean.

"But Ke Weikang appeared next to Yan Bang?"

this is the key of the problem. Although Feng Xinglang was half-attacked, his brain was still brilliant.

Cong Gang still did not answer Xinglang's blame. It seems that when referring to 'Yan Bang', his mood will not be too good. He regained his timid indifference.

"You want to assassinate Yan Bang?"

Cong Gang's silence made Feng Xinglang think it was his default.

"Yan Bang is going to assassinate me! I am just defending!"

In the end, Cong Gang was still in Feng Xinglang's non-stop set, refuting for himself.

"How could Yan Bang kill you with your skill? But if you do, Yan Bang will surely die!"

Everyone sympathizes with the weak. Between Cong Gang and Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang's verbal instinct leaned towards Yan Bang who was weak.

"You lift me up too much." Cong Gang snorted coldly.

"What deep hatred do you have with Yan Bang? You have to put him to death?"

Feng Xinglang was impatient, and the interrogation followed sharply. Even harsh.

"In that case, you should ask Yan Bang!"

Cong just wiped the sweat off his cheek with a towel, then threw the towel in his hand aside, and got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xinglang asked following Cong Gang's back.

"You can't control it!" Cong Gang didn't look back.

"I'm your sister! Get me back!"

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In the past two days, Xue Luo thought a lot about himself and his son's future.

The snow that was originally resurrected with blood was growing more and more annoying and more and more disturbed.

First, she didn't even get a college diploma from Shenda, let alone her bachelor's degree.

How can I find a job without a diploma in Shencheng? He also said that he would sign up for a foreign language kindergarten for his son Lin Nuo.

Just yesterday, Xue Luo heard a bank call from Yuan Duoduo to the mortgage. Although Yuan Duoduo was still happy on the surface, Xue Luo still saw her inner anxiety and sorrow.

No matter how bad Yuan Yuanduo is, there is at least this cottage of more than forty square meters, which will not sleep on the street.

But what about Xuelin Lin? Except for his son Lin Nuo, there was nothing. It can be said that there is no penny and no means of earning a living.

Fortunately, there was a good girlfriend, Yuan Duoduo, who accepted their mother and son. Otherwise, she would really take her son to the streets.

And all these things, who can Xue Xue complain about?

"Big blossoming, you are so small here. It's not enough for me to turn around."

The children of Lin Nuo couldn't stretch their limbs in this living room and dining room with only a dozen square meters. It seems to be invisiblely restrained by this cramped space.

Big blossoming is a good name given to Yuan Duoduo by Lin Nuo's children. The little guy loves to cry, Yuan Duoduo loves to listen, and the two hit it off.

When the mother's snow fell, it was not polite to call his son Yuan Yuanduo, but it was not possible to correct the three feet of freezing in one day.

"Yeah ... the big blossoms are poor and can only live in such a small room!"

Yuan Duoduo petted the little head that the little guy was bumped into.

"You are so pathetic! When will I let my elder father give you a big house!"

The little guy said generously.

"Okay! That big blossom is waiting for your good news!"

Yuan Duoduo teased Mrs. Lin Xiaozheng who was lively and handsome.

But the snow falling aside could not laugh or cry.

Xue Luo's sadness caused by his son's unpredictable world affairs. The little guy didn't seem to realize it yet: he was about to start a life with Mommy after eating. And now they can only live in someone else's home.

What should I do to make my son understand the current plight of him and Mommy?

Snow fell really worrying.

"Nuo Nuo, although you and Mummy are now free. But the price of freedom is: we can't rely on your righteous father or your dad, but we need to be self-reliant. Mummy goes to work to make money to feed us, understand ?"

The little boy froze and blinked with clear eyes watching the serious-looking mummy Xue Xue.

"On our own?"

"Yes! On our own!"

"But ... But Nono is so young, and Mummy is a girl. How can we make money?"

Perhaps in the cognition of the little guy: the man who makes money to support his family should be a man.

In fact, the little guy is not very clear about the concept of 'make money'! Because in Peteburg, he has never lacked food, clothes, or servants.

"Make money, that's what Mommy wants to do, you don't have to worry too much! After a few days, Mommy will help you find a better kindergarten ..."

Snow fell again. Sending my son to kindergarten, but it is a big expense, and he still has no money, what can I do!

"Lin Xueluo, if you want to give your son a good learning environment, it's no use just to swear by slogans! Everything needs money! Understand? So don't be fooled, and hurry into Feng Xinglang's arms Go, be your wife, Kuo! Everything will be solved! "

Fairy tales are naive, but reality is cruel.