Chapter 33: Make him smelly!

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Rub your head! The frightened snowfall had escaped the room and ran downstairs.
But when Snow fell and ran to the living room downstairs, she seemed to remember Dr. Xing's words: Feng Xinglang's injured left shoulder could not touch the water for at least two days.
Why don't you give him a bath? Make him smelly!
Dr. Jin has rushed back to Feng's home and brought two burn specialists for consultation. They are all sincere friendships of Dr. Jin.
Watching Xue Luo run upstairs in a panic, An An rushed forward, "Mrs., what's wrong with you? Are you scared? Otherwise, I'll make you a bowl of soothing soup."
"No, no need. I, I'm fine. By the way, An Li, how is Li Xin? He just saw Dr. Jin taking two experts into the consultation." Xue Luo asked.
"Well," Ke Anji sighed long, "What would be more experts if there were no surviving heart?"
Without a heart to survive? Snow fell for a moment, and then asked, suddenly, "An Li, is Li Xin because of that blue yoyo?"
An An just sighed and did not answer Xue Luo's questioning directly. It's just a faint feeling: Feng Lixin's condition suddenly became so severe, it is incredible. You should know that Feng Lixin was still there that night ... that response! How can it be so serious?
Who is that blue yoyo? How could there be so much magic? What a embarrassment for her wife!
With a slight sigh, Xue Luo couldn't help thinking of Feng Xinglang. If you don't want to bathe the man yourself, you can call Mo's. I heard An Man said that the man still had a little bit of cleanliness. It was so uncomfortable not to take a bath for two days! If he can't stand the dirt and wash, in case the wound cracks and inflames again ... then what happened to her Lin Xueluo!
Xue Luo really couldn't figure out: Since Feng Xinglang cares so much about his elder brother, and the brothers are so deep in affection, why does Feng Xinglang want to belittle her again and again? How distorted and perverted he is!
Shouldn't it! If he really misses women, there are more women outside! He didn't have to show his prominent financial crocodile halo, but he was based on his handsome appearance and the second master's identity of Feng Fengyan, and he wasn't a choice for him. Xia Jiaqianjin is his good suitor!
When the snow fell, it was difficult to calm down, but he saw Feng Xinglang posing downstairs.
I have to say that Feng Xinglang is indeed a handsome man, and his handsomeness has become aggressive and handsome. The well-crafted black casual clothes outline his almost perfect arrogance. The brilliance between the eyebrows made the aura of his existence stronger.
Xue Luo wanted to step forward and ask Feng Xinglang where he was going to go so late. But in the end it was lingering. If he cares about his end, he is frivolous, Xue Luoning would choose to look coldly.
"I've sent someone to stay outside the villa. Be at home at ease." Feng Xinglang dropped the sentence and left.
Is this comforting her? Watching the man standing upright, Xue Luo's heart was mixed. Are you angry at the frivolity that a man has just given her? Still worried that he would go out so late?
This heart is really messy! This chaos is again difficult to calm! Xueluo felt that he couldn't control the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

In the outskirts, an observation deck facing the sea.
Waves of water rushed to the shore, hitting the barriers of the rocks, sending out roaring like horses, splashing white foam, extremely sturdy and spectacular.
On the observation platform are four muscular black men standing upright. They forced a man with a blue dragon on his neck to recede all the way to the iron railing of the observation platform.
Alas ... that was the sound of the blade of a machete rubbing against a stone, splashing dazzling sparks, with a spooky visual effect, like a life-saving curse from hell.
"Lang brother, Lan Youyou was with this boy before the accident." Four black sportsmen made way for Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang Han had a thousand-year-old Xuanbing-like face, and those eyes that were engulfed by hatred were filled with burning flames.
The Qinglong tattooed young man seemed to be frightened by the machete in Feng Xinglang's hands, and he stumbled back. Retreat to the side of the observation deck. Further on, there are roaring waters and eerie rocks.
Falling down from here is immortal.
"How did Lan Youyou die?" Feng Xinglang's voice was low and dark. Like Satan.
"I don't know ... I really don't know." The young man with Qinglong tattoo pretended to calm down.
"Then I'll have to help you remember it!" With a stab, all the clothes on Tsing Lung's tattooed chest had been picked away by the blade. Slightly thin ribs flickered with sharp breathing.
"Feng Xinglang ... what do you want to do ... I only know Lan Youyou was killed by a car ... I don't really know anything else!"
He moved his body in panic, and lifted his right leg in preparation 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 made a thump and a right uppercut hit his chin heavily. Blood vomited from his mouth.
"Hmm ..." It was the sound of the blade cutting the skin and the flesh, and it was terrifying. Because the cut is only the superficial skin, there is not much bleeding.
"Ah!" The tattooed man saw with his own eyes the large skin and meat on the abdomen that was cut open by the sharp blade of the knife. Heartbreaking screams were scattered by the roaring waves. It's not just pain, it's terrifying fear.
"Feng Xinglang, stop ... stop! I said ... I said ..."
Only when people are facing death, can they truly realize the terrifying fear.
"Lan Youyou didn't die ... she ... she just pretended to die ... she didn't die!" The tattooed man was almost scared to collapse.
It's really exciting news.

When Feng Xinglang returned to Feng's home, Xue Luo had just sent away the two burn specialists that Dr. Jin invited back with Mo butler.
"Master Er, are you hungry? I'll cook bowl noodles for you." An Yan always showed so much affection to Feng Xinglang, and he seemed to be more pro than his son.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang returned without incident, Xue Luo didn't want to dangle in front of him, so he chose to be a transparent person and walked quietly to the downstairs guest room. Keep him away from his uncle.
Ke An's exclamation made her have to stop.
"Ah, Master Er, you're bleeding again! Is the wound cracking again?" An Ling's eyes were rosy and distressed.
Xue Luo was shocked to find that Feng Xinglang's left shoulder was red with blood. Why is this man so unconcerned about his own body? Xue Luo's heart groaned inexplicably.
"I'm okay!" Feng Xinglang whispered indifferently, whispering to the sad snow, and said warmly, "Snow falls, please wash me upstairs!"