Feng Xinglang stopped in front of the door of the medical room for a moment, but finally did not walk in.

He turned away.

The master bedroom on the second floor is the wedding room between him and Lin Xueluo.

In the wedding room, there is still a festive atmosphere. The big red joy was replaced by Aunt An again.

He couldn't remember whether the little thing in the woman's stomach was made on this Zhang, but he remembered that every time he was happy with her, she always pushed and shoved like that, playing the kind of extremely dangerous desire to refuse and welcome the play.

I really don't know if that stupid woman is really stupid or fake, doesn't she know that in that state, the man's conquest of Yu will only be stronger?

Feng Xinglang lay sideways on the wedding room, he wanted to feel the festive atmosphere of the wedding room; But I can't feel it!

Yes, it's just a woman's bloodied little face, but it is full of tenacity and stubbornness that can't beat Xiaoqiang.

Even if she is abused and bullied like this, she will say: I will take care of your brother! If I have soup to drink, I will never let your brother drink water! You can serve him to the toilet, and so can I!

What a stupid woman who can't bear to look at her!

It's all stupid...... Feng Xinglang is really sorry for her!

When he turned his head sideways, Feng Xinglang saw two bottles of red wine in the triangular cabinet next to the chaise longue. There are also two crystal clear crystal cups.

The Feng family did not hold a wedding for Xueluo and Feng Xinglang. Feng Lixin's mental outlook is not suitable for being too noisy.

Aunt An prepared red wine for the second young master and the second young grandmother, hoping that they could borrow wine to help the fun on the wedding night.

But I didn't expect the second young grandmother to be scared out of the marriage room that night!

And those two bottles of red wine have been put on hold until now.

Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards the two bottles of red wine.

At this moment, he really needed to use these two bottles of red wine to relieve his fatigue.

The crystal clear crystal glass, against the bewitching red wine liquid, immediately has a sense of lofty nobility.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that the red wine, like the mouth of the vampire, seemed to want to devour his soul.

The sweet liquor entered the throat, cool and refreshing, and in an instant calmed away the bitterness and depression that had been accumulating in the heart.

So, Feng Xing Langsuo lay down on the chaise longue and began to pour himself cup after cup.

I don't want to sit and eat breakfast with rude people!

Please call me sister-in-law! Didn't your parents teach you to be polite?

What's so fancy about this platter? Color, fragrance, taste, color and shape rank first, I just want your brother to look at this smiling face puzzle, the mood can be better, and the appetite will be better.

Feng Xinglang, do you like children?

Feng Xinglang, you only plan to live like this for your brother in this life?

Feng Xinglang, do you need me to give birth to a child for you?

Perhaps, it is not that he does not like children;

Perhaps, he didn't need her to bear him a baby......

It's just that he doesn't deserve a child!

Under the influence of alcohol, Feng Xinglang's world began to be foggy.

Sometimes, if you don't have a calm and rational heart, that's a blessing. You can be very stupid and naïve to live, carefree, don't think about anything, don't care about anything!

Feng Xinglang took the red wine bottle and blew it directly. In a few sips, a bottle of red wine bottomed out.

Feng Xinglang staggered, trying to step over the chaise longue to get another bottle of red wine from the triangular cupboard; He only felt that the red wine was like he had grown legs, and the more he stretched out his arms, the farther away the bottle of red wine was from him.

In a daze, he saw a figure dangling in front of him.

There was no light in the wedding room, and with the moonlight outside the window and the alcohol in his body, Feng Xinglang really couldn't be sure: was it a human or a ghost shaking in front of his eyes?

"Huh? Cong Gang...... Did you come back to life? Or am I dead? ”

Feng Xinglang was not drunk. This little red wine is not enough to get drunk with people like him who often spend night with Bai Mo.

So he recognized the figure holding the bottle of red wine, it was Cong Gang!

"It doesn't matter if I'm dead or not! The important thing is that you just know that you are alive! ”

Cong Gang opened his voice and released the bottle of red wine away from Feng Xinglang.

The lights came on, whitening the room.

"What are you doing with the lights on? It's almost off! ”

Feng Xinglang was a little uncomfortable, and blocked the dazzling light with his hand.

Cong Gang didn't move, just stood still in place, staring at Feng Xinglang who borrowed wine to kill his sorrows.

Some decadent Feng Xinglang!

At this moment, Feng Xinglang hates Cong Gang! He refused to leave even such a brief period of self-escape to him!

Feng Xinglang patted his sun mound with both palms, as if he wanted to sober himself up through such a blow.

"Take off your clothes!"

Feng Xinglang said in a cold voice a little abruptly.

“……”

Cong Gang was stunned for a moment: It seems that he is a little unsure whether Feng Xinglang is drunk or awake?

"If you don't leave, I'll do it myself!"

Feng Xinglang rushed towards Cong Gang and pushed the clothes on his upper body straight up to his collarbone.

"Not hurt...... Very good! ”

Feng Xinglang muttered to himself, and suddenly the style of painting changed, and his right hook hit Cong Gang hard in the abdomen.

Cong Gang is also a carb man, he is not a god!

The point is, he didn't expect Feng Xinglang to sneak attack him like crazy!

With a muffled snort of pain, Cong Gang half-curled up and took a big step back to avoid the uncertain Feng Xinglang.

"Dog, Lao Tzu was almost killed by Hetun, you still have the leisure to play with Lao Tzu and pretend to be dead?"

"And it also caused Lao Tzu to pinch the corpse in the funeral home for a long time! Why don't you die! ”

As soon as Feng Xinglang's words came out, Cong Gang knew that he had come to his senses.

Feng Xinglang went to the funeral home, Cong Gang knew. also knew that Feng Xinglang recognized that the corpse was not him Cong Gang himself.

and what Feng Xinglang said to the corpse in the funeral home, he also heard it!

"Isn't it just a multiple-choice question, so you can be played to death?"

Cong Gang said lightly. He bent down and took out what resembled an air nail gun from his canvas bag on the ground.

"Lin Xueluo is pregnant."

After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang spoke, "The child is almost four months old!" ”

Cong Gang, who was holding the air nail gun, paused slightly, still indifferent, "Congratulations on becoming a father!" ”

After delaying for a second, Cong Gang added casually, "Are you sure you don't like to be a father?" ”

"......" Feng Xinglang was stunned for a moment.

It seems that he didn't expect Cong Gang to also have a time of cold humor.

In fact, Cong Gang's cold humor was just to divert Feng Xinglang's attention.

With a "poof", Cong Gang ripped off the shirt on his left shoulder and punched something into Feng Xinglang's biceps.

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