Rub you big-headed ghost! The frightened Snow Fall had already escaped the room and was running downstairs.

But when Xue Luo ran downstairs to the living room, she seemed to remember Dr. Xing's words: Feng Xinglang's injured left shoulder should not touch the water for at least two days.

I don't want to give him a bath! Let him stink to death!

Dr. Jin had rushed back to Feng's house and brought two burn specialists with him for a consultation. They are all close friends of Dr. Jin and can be trusted.

Seeing Xueluo running downstairs in a panic, Aunt An hurriedly stepped forward, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" Are you frightened? Otherwise, I'll make you a bowl of soothing soup to drink. ”

"No, no. I, I'm fine. By the way, Aunt An, how is Lixin? I just saw Dr. Kim come in with two specialists for a consultation. Xueluo asked.

"Alas," Aunt An let out a long sigh, "If you don't have a heart to survive, what's the use of having more experts." ”

Don't have a heart to survive? The snow fell and was really stunned, and suddenly asked, "Aunt An, is Lixin because of that Lan Youyou?" ”

Aunt An just sighed, and did not answer Xueluo's question head-on. It's just a vague feeling: Feng Lixin's condition suddenly became so serious, it's really incredible. You must know that Feng Lixin that night actually had a ...... That side of the reaction! How can you say that it is so serious?

Who is that Lan Youyou? How could there be such a big magic? How can this make her a wife!

Sighing slightly, Xueluo couldn't help but think of Feng Xinglang again. If you don't go to the man's bath, you can call the Mo family. I heard Aunt An say that the man still has a little cleanliness fetish, and he hasn't taken a bath for the past two days, how uncomfortable it is! If he can't stand the dirt and washes it, in case the wound opens and becomes inflamed again...... Then what's the matter with her Lin Xueluo!

Xueluo really couldn't figure it out: since Feng Xinglang cares so much about his eldest brother, and the brothers have such a deep relationship, why does he Feng Xinglang have to despise her sister-in-law again and again? How twisted and perverted he is!

It shouldn't be! If he really thinks about women, there are so many women outside! He Feng Xinglang doesn't need to show his aura of a prominent financial predator, just with his handsome appearance and the identity of the second young master of the Feng family, what kind of fat and thin daughter is not for him to choose! The Xia family's three thousand gold is his good suitor!

Just when the snow fell and the waves were unsettled, I saw Feng Xinglang coming downstairs in a formal suit.

I have to say that Feng Xinglang is indeed a handsome man, and his handsomeness is dyed with an aggressive and wild handsomeness. The well-made black casual clothes outline his almost perfect proud physique. The heroic aura between his eyebrows made his aura even stronger.

Xueluo wanted to step forward and ask Feng Xinglang where he planned to go so late. But in the end, I still wanted to stop talking. If you care about his fate is to be trivialized, Xueluo would rather choose to be a cold bystander.

"I've sent someone to guard outside the villa. Peace of mind at home. After Feng Xinglang dropped this sentence, he left in a hurry.

Was this comforting her? Seeing the back of the man standing upright and leaving, Xueluo's heart was mixed. Is she angry at the man's indifference to her just now? Or are you worried that he will go out so late because he is injured?

This heart is really messy! This chaos is difficult to calm down! Xueluo felt that she couldn't control the inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

＊＊＊

In the suburbs, a seaside observation deck.

Waves rushed ashore one after another, crashing against the rocky barriers, making a roar like a galloping horse, splashing snow-white foam, extremely magnificent and spectacular.

On the observation deck, four muscular men in black stood upright, forcing a man with a green dragon tattooed on his neck to retreat all the way to the iron railing of the observation deck.

Boom ...... It was the sound of the tip of the machete rubbing against the stone, splashing dazzling sparks, and had an eerie visual effect, like a curse from hell.

"Brother Lang, before Lan Youyou had a car accident, he was with this kid." Four black-clothed men made way for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang had a face like a thousand-year-old ice, and his eyes that were swallowed by hatred were full of burning flames.

The young man with the green dragon tattoo seemed to be frightened by the machete in Feng Xinglang's hand, and he stumbled back. Retreat all the way to the guardrail of the observation deck. Further on, there are roaring waters and eerie rocks.

If you fall from here, you will not die or be crippled.

"How did Lan Yoyo die?" Feng Xinglang's voice was low, gray tone. Like hell Satan.

"I don't know...... I don't really know. The young man with the green dragon tattoo replied calmly.

"Then I'll have to help you remember!" With a stabbing sound, the clothes on the chest of the green dragon tattoo had all been picked open by the tip of the knife. The ribs, which were slightly emaciated, flickered and darkened with the rapid breathing.

"Feng Xinglang...... What do you want...... All I know is that Lan Youyou was hit by a car and died...... I really don't know about the rest! ”

He shifted his body in a panic and curled up his right leg to give Feng Xinglang a fatal kick. But he really overestimated himself, but underestimated Feng Xinglang, before his right leg was kicked out, Feng Xinglang pounced, and a right hook hit him the chin, and blood suddenly vomited out of his mouth.

"Sizzle......" It was the sound of a blade cutting through skin and flesh, and it was chilling. Because it is only the superficial layer of skin that is cut, there is not much bleeding.

"Ahh The tattooed man saw with his own eyes that the skin and flesh the size of a palm on his abdomen had been cut by the tip of a knife. The heart-rending screams were dispersed by the roaring waves. It's not just the pain, it's the terrifying horror.

"Feng Xinglang, stop...... Stop it! I say...... I said......"

Only when people are really facing death will they more truly experience the terrifying fear.

"Lan Youyou is not dead...... She...... She's just playing dead...... She's not dead! "The tattooed man was almost frightened and collapsed.

This is really exciting news.

＊＊＊

When Feng Xinglang returned to Feng's house, Xueluo had just sent away the two burn experts invited back by Doctor Jin with Steward Mo.

"Second Young Master, are you hungry? I'm going to cook you a bowl of noodles. "Aunt An always cares so much for Feng Xinglang, she seems to be closer than her own son.

Seeing that Feng Xinglang came back safely and sound, Xueluo didn't want to linger in front of him for more, so he chose to be a transparent person and quietly walked towards the guest room downstairs. Keep the distance you should have from his uncle and sister-in-law.

But Aunt An's exclamation made her have to stop.

"Ah, Second Young Master, you're bleeding again! Is the wound open again? Aunt An was so distressed that her eyes were rosy.

Xueluo was shocked to find that the white shirt on Feng Xinglang's left shoulder was stained red with blood again. Why is this man so disrespectful of his own body? Xueluo's heart ached inexplicably.

"I'm fine!" Feng Xinglang said indifferently, stared at the sad snowfall, and said softly: "The snow falls, go upstairs and take a bath for me!" ”