Chapter 387: Are you sure you are not your father?

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Feng Xinglang stopped for a moment in front of the medical room door, but eventually did not enter.
He turned and left.
The master bedroom on the second floor is his wedding room with Lin Xueluo.
In the wedding room, the festive atmosphere continued. Da Hong's hilarity was replaced by An Ying again.
He couldn't remember whether the little thing in the woman's belly had been created on this badger, just remembering that every time she was happy with her, she always pushed so much and played that kind of danger coefficient High desire to reject also welcomes the drama.
I really don't know if that silly woman is really stupid or fake stupid. Doesn't she know that in that state, conquering Yu will only be stronger?
Feng Xinglang lay sideways on the wedding dress. He wanted to feel the festive atmosphere of the wedding dress; but he couldn't feel it!
Some are just the little face of a woman, but it is full of tenacity and stubbornness like Xiaoqiang, who is immortal.
Even if he was scolded and bullied, she would still 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 in the toilet, so can I!
What a stupid woman to look at!
It's so stupid ... Feng Xinglang is really sad for her!
As she turned her head, Feng Xinglang saw the triangular cupboard next to the chaise longue, where two bottles of red wine were placed. Also two crystal clear crystal cups.
Feng's family did not hold a wedding for Xue Luo and Feng Xinglang. Feng Lixin's mental outlook is not suitable for being too noisy.
An An prepared red wine for the second and third grandmothers, hoping that they could borrow some wine to cheer up on their wedding night.
But I did not expect that Grandma Second was scared away from the wedding 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 cup is set off against the red wine liquor, and immediately has a sense of grandeur.
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that the red liquor was like the mouth of the vampire, and seemed to be devouring his soul.
The Gan Li liquor entered the throat, refreshing and refreshing, and calmed down the pain and depression that had been accumulated in my heart.
As a result, Fengxing Langsuo lay on the chaise longue and began to drink and drink.
[I don't want to sit with people for breakfast! 】
[Please call me bitch! Did n’t your parents teach you to be polite? 】
[Where is this platter? Color, fragrance, taste, and color and shape rank first. I just want your brother to feel better after watching this smiley jigsaw puzzle, and his appetite will follow. 】
[Feng Xinglang, do you like children? 】
[Feng Xinglang, do you only plan to live this way for your brother? 】
[Feng Xinglang, do you need me to have a child for you? 】
Maybe he doesn't dislike children;
Maybe he didn't need her to have a child for him ...
But he doesn't have children!
Under the influence of alcohol, Feng Xinglang's world began to get confused.
Sometimes, without a calm and rational heart, that is a blessing. Can be stupid and naive to live, carefree, don't think about anything, don't worry about anything!
Feng Xinglang held the red wine bottle and blew up directly. Within a few sips, a bottle of red wine bottomed out.
Feng Xinglang paced, trying to step over the chaise longue to get another bottle of red wine on the triangular cabinet; only he felt that the red wine was like his own legs. The farther he is.
Strange, he saw a figure dangling in front of himself.
There was no light in the wedding room. With the moonlight outside the window and the alcohol in the body, Feng Xinglang was really not sure: Is it a person or a ghost that is shaking in front of his eyes?
"Well? Cong Gang ... Are you here? Or am I dead?"
Feng Xinglang was not drunk. This little red wine is not enough to intoxicate people like him who often spend nights with Bai Mo.
So he recognized the figure holding the bottle of wine, it was Cong Gang!
"It doesn't matter if I die or not! What's important is that you only need to know that you are alive!"
Cong just said, and released the bottle of red wine from Feng Xinglang.
The lights turned on and dazzled the room.
"What are you doing with the lights on? It's almost off!"
Feng Xinglang's uncomfortable hands blocked the light of the blocking eyes.
Cong Gang didn't move, so he stood still, staring at Feng Xinglang who was relieved by drinking.
Some decadent Fengxinglang!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang hates Cong Gang! He refused to leave it to him even for such a short period of self-evasion!
Feng Xinglang patted his own sun badger with both palms, and seemed to want to make himself more awake through such a striking method.
"Take off your clothes!"
Feng Xinglang said a bit abruptly.
"..."
Cong Gang froze for a moment: It seems a little uncertain whether Feng Xinglang is drunk or is he awake?
"You don't take it off, I'll do it myself!"
Feng Xinglang Chao Cong just rushed over and pushed his upper body clothing to his collarbone.
"No injuries ... good!"
Feng Xinglang muttered to himself while suddenly turning the style, and his right uppercut hit him in the belly of Cong Gang.
Cong Gang is also a carbohydrate person, he is not a god!
The point is, he never expected that Feng Xinglang would attack him crazy!
With a painful snoring sound, Cong Gang took a big step back, holding his body in order to avoid Feng Xinglang's uncertainty.
"Dog stuff, Lao Tzu was almost killed by Hetun. Do you even have a leisure time to play with Lao Tzu?"
"And it killed Lao Tzu in the funeral home for a long time! Why didn't your mother die!"
As soon as Feng Xinglang said this, Cong just knew he was awake.
Feng Xinglang went to the funeral home, Cong Gang knew it. It is also known that Feng Xinglang recognized that the body was not his Cong Gang himself.
And what Feng Xinglang said to the corpse in the funeral home, he heard it too!
"Isn't it just a multiple-choice question, so you can be played to death?"
Cong just murmured. He stooped and took out something similar to an air nail gun from a canvas bag on the ground.
"Lin Xueluo is pregnant."
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang said, "The child is almost four months old!"
Cong holding the air nail gun just gave a little meal, still indifferent, "Congratulations on your being a father!"
After a delay of one second, Cong Gang casually added another sentence, "Are you sure you are not your father?"
"..." Feng Xinglang froze for a moment.
It seems that he did not expect Cong Gang to have cold humor.
In fact, Cong Gang's humorous phrase was just to divert Feng Xinglang's attention.
With a bang, Cong Gang tore off the shirt on his left shoulder and punched something into Feng Xinglang's biceps.