Cong Gang did not rush to answer Feng Xinglang's question, but first smeared the last piece of Chinese herbal ointment that invigorated blood and dispels blood stasis on the upper part of Feng Xinglang's hip bone.

"I left the car behind!"

Then, he replied to Feng Xinglang casually.

"I'm your sister's! You're really ...... them."

Feng Xinglang wanted to sit up angrily, but as soon as he exerted force in his abdomen, the pain made him soften. But he still struggled to support his half-crippled body with his elbows...... After trying hard several times, he was about to roll off the hollow vault, and Cong just snorted again.

"I've asked Wei Kang to pick up their mother and son."

Cong Gang still compromised. It is estimated that it is because Feng Xinglang's internal injuries this time are really not light.

And Feng Xinglang is a stubborn temper.

Sometimes he behaves like 5-year-old Lin Nuo's child: tossing himself and making those who care about him nervous and anxious.

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

Feng Xinglang lay back on the hollow and moved to a more comfortable position where his body would not be strained and painful.

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

"Well-Kon...... Is it your people? ”

As early as Pettburg, Feng Xinglang had such a question. It's just that at that time, he obviously could only save his life first.

"Hmm."

Cong Gang just responded softly. But it didn't explain anything. There was no deliberate concealment.

"Dog thing...... When did you learn to recruit troops? ”

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, revealing a dissatisfied interrogation emotion.

Cong Gang didn't answer, and he didn't seem to be able to answer. He tore off the wide towel around Feng Xinglang's waist, put it in cold water and scrubbed it a few times, and then covered Feng Xinglang's waist again.

Feng Xinglang's entire sturdy physique is not a wisp. Along with somewhere, it's all light and pure.

"But Weikang appeared by Yan Bang's side?"

That's the crux of the matter. Although Feng Xinglang is half unsuccessful, his brain is still wise.

Cong Gang still did not answer Feng Xinglang's question. It seems that when he mentions 'Yan Bang', he will not be in a good mood. and returned to his usual unwavering look.

"You want to assassinate Yan Bang?"

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

"It's Yan Bang who wants to assassinate me! I'm just in self-defense! ”

Finally, Cong Gang was still in Feng Xinglang's non-stop set, and he retorted for himself.

"With your skills, how could Yan Bang be able to kill you? But if you make a move, then Yan Bang will definitely die! ”

People are sympathetic to the weak. Between Cong Gang and Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang's words instinctively favored Yan Bang, who was weak.

"You're exalting me too much." Cong Gang snorted coldly.

"What kind of hatred do you have with Yan Bang, and you have to put him to death?"

Feng Xinglang, who was already restless, also sharpened his question. Even harsh.

"You should ask Yan Bang about this!"

Cong Gang wiped the sweat off his cheeks with a towel, then shook the towel in his hand aside, and got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xinglang asked as he chased Cong Gang's back.

"You can't take care of it!" Cong Gang didn't look back.

"I'm your sister's! Get the hell out of here! ”

In the past two days, Xueluo has thought a lot about the future of himself and his son.

The snow that was originally resurrected with full blood fell, but the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, and the more I thought about it, the more confused my heart became.

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

In Shencheng, how can you find a job without a diploma? He also said that he would enroll his son Lin Nuo in a foreign Chinese kindergarten.

Just yesterday, Xueluo heard a call from the bank to Yuan Duoduo urging the mortgage. Although Yuan Duoduo was still happy on the surface, Xueluo could still see her inner anxiety and sorrow.

No matter how poor Yuan Duoduo is, at least there is this hut of more than 40 square meters, so that he will not sleep on the streets.

But what about her? Except for his son Lin Nuo, there is nothing material. It can be said that he is penniless and has no means to make a living.

Fortunately, Yuan Duoduo, a good best friend, took in their mother and son, otherwise, she would really have to live on the street with her son.

And for all this, who can Xue Luo blame?

"Big Duoduo, you're so small here. It's not enough for me to somersault. ”

In this living room and dining room of only about ten square meters, Lin Nuo's children really can't stretch their limbs. It seems to be invisibly restrained by this cramped space.

Da Duoduo is the good name that Lin Nuo's children gave to Yuan Duoduo. The little guy loves to scream, Yuan Duoduo loves to listen, and the two hit it off.

Although Xueluo, who is a mother, thinks that it is not very polite for her son to call Yuan Duoduo like this, it is not possible to correct the three-foot freezing.

"yes...... Da Duoduo is a poor person who can only live in such a small house! ”

Yuan Duoduo caressed the little guy's little head that was bumped into it.

"You are so pathetic! When will I ask my stepfather to send you a big hoe! ”

The little guy said generously.

"Good! That big flower is waiting for your good news! ”

Yuan Duoduo teased the lively and handsome Lin Xiaozhengtai.

But the snow on the side couldn't cry or laugh.

The son's ignorance of the world made Xueluo sad. The little guy doesn't seem to realize it yet: he is about to start a life with Mommy after eating the last meal without the next meal. And now I can only live in someone else's house.

How can my son understand the predicament he and Mommy are currently in?

The snow is really worrying.

"Nono, you and Mommy are free now. But the price of freedom is this: we cannot rely on your father, nor on your father, but we must be self-reliant. Mommy goes to work to earn money to support us, you know? ”

The little guy was stunned for a moment, blinking his clear eyes and looking at the serious expression of Mommy Xueluo.

"On our own?"

"That's right! On our own! ”

"But...... But Nuno is so young, and Mommy is a girl, how can we make money? ”

Perhaps in the little guy's cognition: those who make money to support their families should be men.

In fact, the little guy doesn't even know the concept of 'making money' very clearly! For in Fort Pet, he never lacked food, clothing, or servants.

"Making money, that's what Mommy wants to do, you don't have to be over-minded! In a few days, Mommy will help you find a better kindergarten......"

The snow fell and there was a pause again. Sending my son to kindergarten, but it's a lot of money, and I'm penniless, what can I do?

"Lin Xueluo, if you want to give your son a good learning environment, it's useless to just shout slogans and swear! Everything needs to be oney! Got it? So, don't be hypocritical, hurry up and throw yourself into Feng Xinglang's arms, and be your wife Kuo! That's it! ”

Fairy tales are naïve, but the reality is extremely cruel.