Chapter 101: Divorced Feng Lixin

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After Feng Xinglang left Feng's home, Feng Lixin did not meet Xue Luo again.
One is because the marriage certificate was locked in the safe by Feng Xinglang, and the lack of the most important proof and Xue Luo explained all of this clearly; and it was due to Feng Lixin's inferiority complex. He really didn't want to see the snow fall with a broken face.
Snow falling is of course sad. But she was helpless.
Feng Lixin didn't eat much for breakfast, An An kept sighing. It was learned from An An's mouth that it seemed that the young master and the young master had quarreled again yesterday.
Feng Xinglang returned to Feng's house on the dawn. It seemed with obvious anger. Throw the suit in your arm directly onto the sofa, and pull the tie on the neck with your hands.
Snow fell and saw the blood on Feng Xinglang's white shirt. Most had dried on the shirt and turned dark brown. There are a few places that are still bright red, which should have just flowed out soon.
Is the man injured? Xue Luo instinctively stepped forward to care about Feng Xinglang's injury; but the moment he stepped on his leg, he was forced to calm down.
Lin Xueluo, Lin Xueluo, you can't forget about this man! You have to draw a line with him and keep a distance between the and the uncle. Can't cross the thunder pool any more! Not half a step!
"Ah, Master Er, how did you bleed? Did you get hurt? Where did you get hurt?" An Ye saw Feng Xinglang in a blood-stained shirt and rushed over immediately, asking Feng Xinglang with great distress Injury.
In fact, the blood on Feng Xinglang's shirt was not snow. It's Lanyou's woman. It took him one night to fail to pry out the slightest news about her behind the ambassador from her mouth.
"Ma'am, ma'am ... Come here and help Master Er to cut off his shirt. Master Er is injured." An Ying yelled in panic as the snow stood still.
But the snow fell but did not move. Only halfway, he said coldly, "An Zhuan, go to Mo butler! I'm not free."
After Xue Luo said this bitterly cold sentence, he turned around and walked towards the guest room downstairs without looking back. Although her heart was terribly worried, but she could show it, it was a kind of indifference.
Looking at the back of Xue Luo's decisive departure, he calmed down and murmured, "What's the matter with this wife? Your husband is injured, but he can't just come and take a hand. walked away?"
Feng Xinglang's gaze locked coldly on the back of Xue Luo's indifferent departure: Yesterday, this woman was just happy under him, and at this moment, it was strange to be indifferent!
Are women so indifferent? That woman named Lan Youyou is even better than her!
"Lao Mo ... Lao Mo, come and see the second master, he is injured." Seeing that Mrs. Xue Luo could not be kept, An An shouted at Mr. Mo in the direction of the study.
"Ann, I'm fine. The blood is not mine, just take a shower." Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.
Throughout the day, Xue Luo didn't go to the second floor and half a step, let alone care about Feng Xinglang's injury. Just like Feng Xinglang is a stranger who has nothing to do with her! To be precise, strangers should be more strangers than strangers!
Lying on the still-wedding wedding bed, Feng Xinglang Yingting's eyebrows frowned heavily: to what extent can a woman be fierce?
Like Lan Youyou, first designed to take the elder brother Feng Lixin's heart, and then torture him to death? Even if they die, they die so willingly!
Feng Xinglang didn't know: How wide-hearted it is to be able to miss a woman who cruelly harms herself?
But Feng Lixin really did it! When he was dying, he refused to let Feng Xinglang continue to investigate Lan Youyou's evil deeds! And also blindly help her cover up, help her cover up.
This feeling is accompanied by a nightmare of hatred. Feng Xinglang did not sleep well. The instinctual probe touched, but did not catch the woman he wanted to embrace and fall asleep in his arms.
Feng Xinglang got up with irritation.
In front of the large dining table downstairs, Xue Luo ate a simple dinner alone.
Eating is not accurate. Because Xue Luo just sat at the table and watched quietly. After hearing the powerful footsteps behind her, she was struggling to send food to her mouth. It's like chewing wax, but it looks delicious.
Feng Xinglang sat down beside Xue Luo's side, some dissatisfied that the woman turned a deaf ear to him, "I want to eat noodles and do it."
This is the pride of this great man's commanding tone!
"Knowing that you are banqueting and expensive, but if you are more polite, you will be more gentlemanly!"
Xue Luo raised her head and met Feng Xinglang's eyes: like the wide ocean, deep and mysterious, an eddy swirled instantly, sweeping her into the center.
My heart is stunned again!
Why can't I help talking to this man so much? Isn't it good when he is transparent?
"Then I was gentleman yesterday morning?" Feng Xinglang raised his thin lips, and his smile was really charming.
In a word, "...", he stunned Xue Luo's pretending calmness like a deer.
Xue Luo bit her lip and remained silent. Of course, they would not make pasta for this rude man.
See the woman did not move. Feng Xinglang was also not annoyed, and said lightly, "If you don't want to do it, you don't want to do it, how can you show me your face? It's your duty to serve me! Look at San Cong Si De when you have time!"
"..." Xueluo was silent. I'm too lazy to talk to him more.
What's more, the man suddenly leaned over, took the glutinous rice porridge bowl in front of her, and then started to eat.
Feng Xinglang seldom drinks porridge. He doesn't like the indifference of clear porridge. I didn't expect to take the initiative to the bowl of porridge with snow falling tonight, and drink so lightly.
"Master Guifeng's second master Fengjia actually ate what I've eaten, turned around?" Xue Luo couldn't help but whispered.
Feng Xing Lang Ying raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled, "I have eaten even drool, not to mention a bowl of porridge?"
"..." Xue Luo was silent again.
The sound of Feng Xinglang's cell phone resolved the embarrassment of Xue Luo. She wanted to get up and leave, unwilling to continue to deal with men's evil spirits. But when I heard the call, I stopped.
"Lang Brother, this woman refuses to eat. No drips have been poured all day." Ye Shinian was on the other end of the phone. He was driving crazy by Lan Youyou.
"She refuses to eat, so let her be hungry! Could it be that you want me to coax her to eat?"
Feng Xinglang cold channel. For Lan Youyou, he seems to be at a loss. After all, it was the woman Feng Lixin had loved with her life.
"Then she will not eat or drink for a day, will she die?" Ye Shinian asked uncertainly.
"She's dead, don't live!" Feng Xinglang snapped.
With a click, the phone was innocently dropped on the dining table. Feng Xinglang's handsome face was a little gloomy.
For a moment, Feng Xinglang drank the porridge in the bowl quickly and left steadily.
Watching Feng Xinglang's upright back, Xue Luo's throbbing heart slowly calmed down.
"Ma'am, why is Master Er going away again? I just cooked him the noodles." Seeing Feng Xinglang's departure, An Yong sighed.
Seeing Xue Xinglang's bowl of porridge was taken by Feng Xinglang for drinking, An An turned and walked towards the kitchen. "Ma'am, let me get you another bowl and lick some porridge."
"No need to take it again, I just use this bowl." Xue Luo took the bowl next to Feng Xinglang who had just drank the porridge, and added a small bowl of porridge to it and continued to drink.
Xueluo has no cleanliness, of course, he will not abandon the bowl that Feng Xinglang has drunk. It's just ... I just feel a little flustered.

In the underground warehouse of GK Group, Lan You was lying on a simple board bed delicately.
Young women are always beautiful. Not only is it pleasing to the eyes, but I also see pity.
"Lang, the doctor just checked her and gave her a shot! It means that if you do n’t stutter, you can infuse the nutrient solution."
Ye Shinian was merciful and cherished. Not to mention Lan Youyou is a rare and beautiful woman.
"Then give her a nutrient solution! As long as she can't die!" Feng Xinglang hummed.
"Lang, this girl has a very hard mouth. I guess she's hard-hearted and doesn't want to say it. Not hard, but let's try what seems soft?" Ye Shinian suggested.
"Come soft? What a soft method? Crying for her?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"I can see that she ... she likes you very much. You treat her better ..." Ye Shinian couldn't bear to see such a naive girl being violently threatened by Feng Xinglang.
Lan Youyou's white curvy curve looks like a terrifying beauty snake, picking up more spring scenes and presenting herself in front of Feng Xinglang and Ye Shinian without reservation.
It was just the blood marks on the woman that were drawn by the iron chains, which really made people look shocking.
"You even made me be nice to her? You know this woman more than four months ago and just set up a beauty plan to kill my elder brother Feng Lixin! You even made me be nice to her?" Feng Xinglang Yin Ren Ren Hissing.
Ye Shinian was silent. He didn't know how to persuade Feng Xinglang, but just felt that he couldn't bear to use such a heavy penalty on a weak woman who had no chicken power.
"In the future, such a small matter that refuses to eat, you have to find a way to solve it. She really refuses to eat, so she can directly irrigate! As long as she can't die! Notify me when she wakes up!" Feng Xinglang stared at Ban Yi Lanyou on the look, turned coldly and left.
Feng family.
Feng Xinglang stood by the window. The slender figure stands upright like a javelin! A slender knuckle holds a cigarette between the fingers and regularly sends it to the lips to it. The smoky side was stained with a touch of melancholy.
"Mrs. Second Master, I ate and drank half a bowl of porridge for dinner. You can pass this braised noodles to him and eat them." Long.
"He is hungry and will eat it!"
Snow fell lightly, and did not receive the noodle dish in An's hand, let alone send it to Feng Xinglang.
Turning coldly, Xue Luo walked towards the guest room downstairs.
At the moment he turned around, Xue Luo's heart hurt.
She was a little at a loss: what is the meaning of her existence in Fengfeng!
She thought of divorcing Feng Lixin ...