Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 641

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Chapter 641: Returning to being a Cinderella 3

Cong Gang was not in a hurry to answer Feng Xinglang's question. Instead, he used the last piece of Chinese medicine ointment to remove blood stasis on top of Feng Xinglang's hip bone.

"I left the car!"

After that, he casually answered Feng Xinglang's question.

"F * ck your sister! "You really did …"

Feng Xinglang was so furious that he wanted to sit up, but when he used a bit of force on his abdomen, the pain made his entire body go limp. Yet, he still tried his best to use his elbow to prop up his half broken body … After working so hard for a few times, and he was almost out of the pit, Cong Gang finally snorted in agreement.

"Wei Kang has already been sent to fetch them."

Cong Gang still compromised. It was probably because Feng Xinglang's internal injuries were really not light this time.

But Feng Xinglang had a stubborn temper.

Sometimes his actions were no different from those of his 5-year-old friend Linnuo: he tortured himself, making those who cared about him nervous and anxious.

And Cong Gang was the one who was anxious and anxious about him!

Feng Xinglang laid back down on the hole again and moved into a more comfortable position that his body would not feel any pain.

Then, he stared at Cong Gang who was drenched in sweat.

"Wei Kang... Your people? "

Back in the Pater Castle, Feng Xinglang had this question. However, at that time, he could only preserve his life.

"Yes."

Cong Gang replied with a light voice. But he didn't explain anything. He didn't intentionally hide it either.

"You dog... When did you learn how to recruit troops? "

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, filled with dissatisfaction.

Cong Gang did not answer, and it seemed like he had no answer. He pulled away the wide towel at Feng Xinglang's waist, put it into the cold water and washed it a few times. Once again, he covered Feng Xinglang's waist.

There was not a single strand of hair on Feng Xinglang's entire robust body. Everything was clean, along with some other places.

"But Wei Kang actually appeared by Yan Bang's side?"

This was the crux of the matter. Although Feng Xinglang was half dead, his brain was still smarter than others.

Cong Gang still did not answer his question. When he mentioned 'Yan Bang', his mood didn't seem to be very good. He regained his usual calm demeanor.

"You want to a.s.sa.s.sinate Yan Bang?"

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

"It was Yan Bang who tried to a.s.sa.s.sinate me! I am only defending myself! "

Finally, Cong Gang retorted for himself while Feng Xinglang continued to scheme.

"With your skills, how could Yan Bang kill you? But if you attack, then Yan Bang will definitely die! "

All people sympathize with the weak. Between Cong Gang and Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang's words were instinctively biased towards the weak Yan Bang.

"You flatter me too much." Cong Gang coldly snorted.

"What kind of deep hatred do you have for Yan Bang? Do you really want him to die?"

The anxious Feng Xinglang's questions also became more acute. It was even ear-piercing.

"You should ask Yan Bang!"

Cong Gang used a towel to wipe the perspiration off his face, then threw the towel in his hand to the side and stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xinglang asked as he chased after Cong Gang.

"None of your business!" Cong Gang did not even turn around.

"F * ck your sister!" "Get the h.e.l.l back here!"

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These past two days, Xueluo had been thinking a lot about his and his son's future.

Xueluo, who was initially revived and filled with blood, became more annoyed the more he thought about it.

First of all, she didn't even get a college degree from the university, let alone a bachelor's degree.

In the Shen City, how would one find a job without a diploma? He even said that he wanted to register a foreign language kindergarten for his son Linnuo.

Just yesterday, Xueluo heard a call from the bank to Yuan Duoduo. Although Yuan Duoduo still looked elated on the surface, Xueluo could still see the worry and worry in her heart.

No matter how weak Yuan Duoduo was, at least he still had this forty odd square metre house, so he wouldn't have to sleep on the streets.

But what about her, Lin Xueluo? Other than his son Linnuo, there was nothing else. It could be said that he had no money and had no means to earn a living.

Luckily, she had Yuan Duoduo as her best friend to take care of them, mother and son. Otherwise, she really would have brought her son to live on the streets.

And all of these, who could Xueluo blame?

"Big Duo Duo, this place is so small." "It's not even enough for me to roll my head."

Little friend Linnuo couldn't even stretch his limbs in this dining hall that was only ten meters in size. It was as if he was bound by this s.p.a.ce.

Big flowers, was the honorific t.i.tle that Linnuo's little friend had bestowed to him. The little guy liked to shout, and Yuan Duoduo liked to listen.

Although Xueluo the mother felt that it wasn't very polite for his son to call him Yuan Duoduo, correcting this three feet of ice was not something that could be done in a day.

"That's right... Big Dot is poor, so he can only live in such a small house! "

Yuan Duoduo caressed the little fellow's head that was. .h.i.t.

"You are too pitiful! "When I get there, I'll ask my foster father to give you a big house!"

The little fellow said generously.

"Great!" Big Duo is waiting for your good news! "

Yuan Duoduo played with the lively and handsome Lin Xiaochang.

But Xueluo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

His son's ignorance made Xueluo's heart ache. The little guy didn't seem to realize that he was about to start a life with Mommy that would last forever. Furthermore, right now, he could only live in someone else's home.

What could he do to make his son understand the predicament he was in with Mommy?

Xueluo was really worried.

"Nuonuo, you and Mommy are both free now. But the price of freedom is that we can't rely on your G.o.dfather, or your real father, but on ourselves. Mummy will make money at work to support us, understand? "

The little guy was startled for a moment, then blinked his clear eyes at the serious mother, Xueluo.

"By ourselves?"

"Yes!" We'll do it ourselves! "

"But... But Nuonuo is so young and Mommy is a girl, how can we earn money? "

Perhaps from what the little guy knew, those who made money to support their families were all men.

Actually, this little fellow didn't even know the concept of earning money! Because in the Pater Castle, he had never been short of food, clothes or servants.

"Earning money, that's what Mommy wants to do, so you don't have to worry about it! In a few days, Mommy will help you find a better kindergarten … "

Xueluo was speechless once again. It was not a small expense to send his son to kindergarten. He had no money on him, so what should he do?

"Lin Xueluo, if you want to give your son a good learning environment, mere swearing and swearing is useless! Everything needs money! Do you understand? So, don't be hypocritical, just quickly throw yourself into Feng Xinglang's embrace and be your rich wife! Then everything will be resolved! "

Fairy tales are naive, but reality is cruel.