Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

However, when Xueluo ran downstairs to the living room, she suddenly remembered Doctor Xing\'s words: Feng Xinglang\'s injured left shoulder must not be touched by water for at least two days.

I\'m not bathing him! Let him die from the stench!

Doctor Jin had already rushed back to the Feng Family and brought two experts from the Burn Department to consult with him. They were all close friends of Doctor Jin, so he trusted them.

Seeing Xueluo running down the stairs in a panic, Nanny An hurriedly went forward to welcome him, "Madam, what\'s wrong? Was he frightened? How about I make you a bowl of Soothing Spirit Soup to drink? "

"No, there\'s no need. I, I\'m fine. By the way, Nanny An, how is Lixin? I just saw Doctor Jin enter the consultation room with two experts. " Xueluo asked.

"Sigh." Nanny An let out a long sigh, "If I don\'t have the heart to live on, what use would it be to have so many experts?"

He lost a heart for survival? Xueluo was startled, and suddenly asked: "Nanny An, is Lixin doing it because of that Lan Youyou?"

Nanny An only sighed, and did not directly answer Xueluo\'s question. He only had a vague feeling: Feng Lixin\'s condition had suddenly become this bad, which was truly unbelievable. One must know that Feng Lixin actually still had more of them that night... That kind of reaction! How could it be so serious?

And that Lan Youyou, who is he? There was actually such a great magic? How could she, as his wife, endure such feelings?

Sighing faintly, Xueluo couldn\'t help but think of Feng Xinglang. If he didn\'t bathe that man, he could call the Mo family. Hearing Nanny An say that the man was a little obsessed with cleanliness, if he did not take a bath these two days, how unbearable would it be! If he couldn\'t stand the dirty washing, if the wound cracked and inflamed... What does that have to do with her, Lin Xueluo!

Xueluo really couldn\'t understand: Since Feng Xinglang cared deeply about his big brother, and the relationship between the two brothers were so deep, why did he still have to take her, his sister-in-law, lightly over and over again? How twisted and perverted was his mental state!

He shouldn\'t have! If he really missed women, there were a lot of them outside! He, Feng Xinglang, did not need to reveal his great financial alligator aura. Just based on his outstanding beauty and his identity as a Feng Family, who knew what kind of fat and thin young lady she was, he could just pick whatever he wanted! The three thousand gold of the Xia Family was a very good suitor for him!

Just as Xueluo\'s heart was in turmoil, he saw Feng Xinglang walking down the stairs in his formal attire.

It had to be said that Feng Xinglang was indeed a handsome man. The well-made black casual clothes accentuated his nearly perfect and proud physique. That heroic air between his brows made his presence even more domineering.

Xueluo originally wanted to go up and ask Feng Xinglang where he planned to go this late at night. However, in the end, he still hesitated. If he was concerned that Yun Che would end up being slighted, Xueluo would rather watch coldly from the sidelines.

"I\'ve already sent people to guard the outside of the villa. "At home, at ease." After Feng Xinglang said these words, he started to walk away.

Was this comforting her? Watching the man\'s straight back as he left, Xueluo\'s heart was filled with mixed feelings. Was she angry at the man for being so frivolous? Or was she worried that he would be out so late from his injuries?

His heart was in chaos! This time, it was hard to calm down! Xueluo felt that he was almost unable to control the unexplainable throbbing in his heart.

***

Far away, on a viewing platform near the sea.

Wave after wave rushed to the shore and crashed into the rock wall. They let out angry roars that sounded like ten thousand horses galloping. They splashed out snow-white bubbles, creating an extremely valiant sight.

Four muscular men in black stood upright on the observation deck, forcing a man with a green dragon tattoo on his neck to retreat towards the iron railing of the viewing platform.

Clank, clank, clank … It was the sound of a machete\'s blade scraping against a rock, creating dazzling sparks. It had a sinister visual effect, as though it was a curse that came from hell.

"Brother Lang, before Lan Youyou had his car accident, she was with this guy." The four men in black opened up a path for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang\'s face was as cold as ice and his eyes, which had been engulfed in hatred, were filled with burning rage.

The young man with the green dragon tattoo seemed to be scared stiff by the machete in Feng Xinglang\'s hand as he staggered backwards. He retreated all the way to the railing of the observation deck. Further back were roaring seas and strange towering rocks.

If he fell from here, even if he didn\'t die, he would still be crippled.

"How exactly did Lan Youyou die?" Feng Xinglang spoke in a low voice, with a gloomy tone. Like Satan from hell.

"I don\'t know. I really don\'t know. " The young man with the green dragon tattoo pretended to be calm as he replied.

"Then I can only help you remember it well!" With a ripping sound, the clothes on the chest of the Azure Dragon tattoo were all torn away by the saber\'s point. His slightly emaciated ribs glowed and dimmed with his rapid breathing.

"Feng Xinglang... What do you want. I only know that Lan Youyou got hit by a car and died … I really don\'t know anything else! "

He shifted his body in panic and curled his right leg, preparing to give Feng Xinglang a fatal kick. But he had truly overestimated himself, and had underestimated Feng Xinglang. Before he could even kick Feng Xinglang with his right leg, Feng Xinglang had smashed his jaw with a right hook, causing him to vomit blood.

"Hiss …" It was the sound of a blade slicing through skin and flesh. It was creepy enough to send chills down one\'s spine. Because the cut was only superficial, there was not much blood.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The tattooed man saw with his own eyes that the palm-sized piece of skin and flesh on his abdomen was forcefully cut open by the tip of a blade. The piercing scream was washed away by the roar of the waves. Not only was it painful, but it also gave off a terrifying and creepy feeling.

"Feng Xinglang, stop... Stop! I said. "I said …"

Only when a person faced death would they truly feel that horrifying fear.

"Lan Youyou did not die... She … She was just pretending to be dead. She is not dead! " The tattooed man was so scared that he almost collapsed.

It was good news.

***

When Feng Xinglang returned to the Feng Family, Xueluo and Butler Mo had just sent off the two Burning Injuries experts that Doctor Jin invited back.

"Second Young Master, are you hungry? I\'ll cook you a bowl of noodles. " The Nanny An had always loved Feng Xinglang so much, it was as if he was even more intimate than his own son.

Seeing that Feng Xinglang had returned safely, Xueluo did not want to stay in front of him any longer, so he chose to be a transparent person and quietly went down to the guest room. Keep your distance from him.

But Nanny An\'s cry of surprise made her have no choice but to stop in her tracks.

"Ah, Second Young Master, you\'re bleeding again! Did the wound split open again? " Nanny An\'s heart ached until her eyes turned red.

Xueluo shockingly discovered: The white shirt on Feng Xinglang\'s left shoulder had once again been dyed red with blood. Why didn\'t this man care about his own body? Xueluo\'s heart inexplicably ached.

"I\'m fine!" Feng Xinglang said indifferently, casting a sidelong glance at the injured Xueluo, and said gently: "Xueluo, go upstairs and help me take a bath!"