Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

The distant gazes were tainted with a trace of chilliness.

However, there seemed to be a trace of helplessness mixed within this chilliness.

To Cong Gang, this was indeed a very good opportunity.

Because only Xing Shisi and Lin Xueluo were together, and not Feng Xinglang and Feng Linnuo. That would make it easier for him to move.

"Boss, do you need me to notify Lan Youyou now?"

Wei Kang could also see that this was an excellent opportunity. It would be more convenient for them to execute the plan with Lin Xueluo alone.

But Cong Gang\'s brows were slightly knit together.

"Feng Xinglang\'s leg … "It doesn\'t seem to have recovered yet!"

"..." Does this have anything to do with the plan? Why did it feel like he wasn\'t answering the question?

"Boss, are you worried that Brother Lang\'s two-way run will tire you out?"

Wei Kang was just casually asking, and didn\'t have any sort of purpose in doing so.

Running meant: One was for Yan Bang; the other was for Lin Xueluo!

It was hard for Feng Xinglang not to be busy!

Watching Lin Xueluo get onto Xing Shisi\'s carriage and leave, Cong Gang\'s eyelids drooped down slightly.

"This woman is so kind to the point of being stupid!"

It was hard to tell if this was praise or sarcasm.

"What do you mean? Are you saying that she sent this little thing over to get close to his biological grandfather, the Hetun? "

Wei Kang let out a long sigh, "She\'s indeed stupid enough! Hetun doesn\'t even see her as a human being, and she still licks her face to curry favor with Hetun … "

Pausing slightly, Wei Kang said another sentence meaningfully: "But this kind of stupid woman is really liked by men!"

These words caused Cong Gang to be stunned upon hearing it.

"Why do you say that?" Cong Gang asked.

"Men don\'t like vicious, scheming women! For someone as silly and sweet as Lin Xueluo, there is still a market! "

In conclusion, Wei Kang\'s analysis did have a bit of logic behind it.

"Then do you think Feng Xinglang doesn\'t love Lan Youyou?" Cong Gang asked again.

"That\'s hard to say!"

Wei Kang glanced at the nanny van that was about to leave, "A scheming, fierce woman, it\'s fine to play with her; I will choose Lin Xueluo to be like that! "

Maybe Wei Kang only saw the issue of women from the perspective of an ordinary man.

Cong Gang thought about everything.

"Then what you mean is: Lan Youyou was abandoned by Feng Xinglang … It\'s not without objective reasons? "

It was as if the current Cong Gang had suddenly become interested in the topic of women.

Wei Kang smirked, "Anyway, I feel that Feng Xinglang being abandoned by Feng Xinglang will happen sooner or later! As for whether or not he liked Lan Youyou, or whether or not he still had feelings for her … Only Feng Xinglang himself knows! "

Cong Gang indifferently swept over Wei Kang who was pretending to think, "I never expected you to have the potential to be an expert in relationships!"

only frowned when the nanny van disappeared from his sight.

"Boss, did you really give up on this opportunity?" Next time, if you want to choose another time to fight Lin Xueluo alone, it might not be easy! "

"No rush!" "Wait a little longer!"

Cong Gang cast a meaningful glance at the direction of the Shallow Water Bay\'s entrance, "Let\'s go! Meet up with the Old Five! "

And Lin Xueluo, who was sitting on the nanny van, would never have thought that: Because a single thought from someone, would be able to save her from death!

The combination of Chinese and Western medicine was very useful for Feng Xinglang who had a fracture of the tibia and fibula.

"Father, what are you busy with? Don\'t you miss your fifteenth? "

Linnuo\'s little friend\'s arrogant and lovable appearance expressed: It\'s as if the whole world wants to spoil him!

"How could I not! Your foster father\'s hair is about to turn white! "

Hetun carried Little Fifteen, who was rushing over, and hugged him tightly. He stuck to Little Fifteen\'s face and said, "Let father carry you well!"

When he was born, although he still had the intention to use it, Hetun still liked this mischievous and clever little thing.

And now, there was a layer of kinship between him and Lil Thing that was thicker than water. How could he not like it!

"Where\'s my father? You didn\'t bully him this time, did you? "

The little guy looked around, "My dad\'s legs are so badly damaged that he has to sit in a wheelchair. How pitiful!"

"No... Father has hired an orthopedic specialist to conduct an examination and treat him! "

Hetun kissed the little fellow\'s cheeks, "Your father is my son, I will never hurt him again!"

"What about before? "How?"

The little fellow asked with a sharp tongue.

This made Hetun very embarrassed.

"It was indeed my foster father who did it in the past … Your foster father is doing everything he can to make up for you and your father! Fifteen, forgive your grandpa, okay? "

Hetun hugged the little fellow in his arms tightly. It was as if he wanted to pour all of his love for his own son onto this little fellow.

"I can forgive you! But calling him grandpa was no good! Otherwise, Old Tweleve and the rest would have laughed at me! "

"Haha, then alright, you can still call me foster father!"

This relationship was really messy. This grandson called his grandfather as his foster father and was of the same generation as his own father!

With the support from the external instruments, Feng Xinglang felt that his legs could now move.

The foreign orthopedic experts required Feng Xinglang to wear them for at least a month before he could take them off and walk on his own. But you can walk a few steps with a brace. The prerequisite for this was that he was not afraid that his skin tissue would cause pain.

At the same time, he also recommended Feng Xinglang to continue using Chinese herbal medicine to stimulate his muscles. It seemed that this foreign expert was very satisfied with the Chinese medicine\'s supplementary treatment.

When Linnuo\'s little friend came in, Feng Xinglang had already sat back down on the wheelchair with Basong\'s help.

"Nuonuo? "Why are you here?"

"My mother sent me here."

"What about your mommy?"

"Mommy went to the library to work hard! She said she was going to get worked up. What wall, and then make money for your son\'s milk powder! "

The little guy had never understood that this\' work hard \'had something to do with\' smearing the wall \', right? Why did Mommy use these four words every time?

"Let\'s go!" Go home with your father! "

Feng Xinglang picked his son up from the ground.

"Ah?" Leaving right after arriving? Father had the cook make us a lot of good food! Let\'s eat before we leave! "

Little friend Linnuo was unwilling to leave.

This was because he was the young master of the many stars in the sky of the Shallow Water Bay; and once he returned to the Feng Family, he still had to take care of that slug, Feng Tuantuan.

It was one thing to take care of him, but the key point was that the slug kept asking all sorts of questions. How annoying was that!?

"What delicacies can\'t compare to what you made by kissing your mother!" Father only likes to eat food made by your mother! "

It was already a gentle rejection. It was impossible for Feng Xinglang and Hetun to sit at the same table and drink together.

"Mommy loves the sweet potato pancakes made by the cooks here! Can your son pack up a portion for your mother to eat? "

Laozi knew to reject him with his son\'s most beloved mommy; his son would also use his father\'s most beloved wife to fight for him.

Hetun did not open his mouth to persuade Feng Xinglang to stay for dinner.

He knew that having a reader like Fifteen was much more effective than trying to persuade him to stay.

However, the little thing still could not persuade Feng Xinglang …

However, this did not stop the chef from packing most of the dinner food for the little guy to bring back to Feng Family!

Just as he was about to leave, Xing Shi\'er brought out a cup of water that was filled with mist for Feng Xinglang to drink.

It wasn\'t necessarily a cup of hot water that was steaming, but there was also ice water that could be volatile.

It would not burn Feng Xinglang, but it would have an unexpected effect!

"Feng Xinglang, have a cup of hydrolyze first."

Actually, it was a bit sudden for Xing Shi\'er to bring this cup of water over. Because its use was not for Feng Xinglang to drink.

Feng Xinglang swept a glance across Xing Shi\'er and did not reply.

But, just as he was frowning, the cup of foggy water shot straight at Feng Xinglang.

Almost at the same time, Basong, who was behind him, immediately lifted the thin blanket on his wheelchair to block the splashing mist;

The next action that followed was kicking Feng Xinglang\'s wheelchair one meter back.

A moment of silence and depression!

Xing Shi\'er and Basong tacitly looked at each other!

"Twelve, why were you so careless? Go and pour another cup of water for the Prince Xing! "

Xing Ba joked. The tension in the living room was removed.

\'Prince Xing \', was the new honorific title Xing Ba had chosen for himself!

Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes as he turned to Basong and ordered, "Let\'s go!"

"Foster father, if Feng Xinglang bailed Yan Bang out, wouldn\'t all our efforts be for naught?"

After sending Feng Xinglang off, Xing Ba asked the silent foster father Hetun.

"Then what else can we do? Could it be that we have to force that brat to fight with his life? "

Hetun let out a long sigh, "It\'s not like it\'s useless … He would at least be able to let Ah Lang see through Yan Bang\'s intentions for him! for him to be wary of Yan Bang! "

Xing Ba nodded.

This was the only way! Since this\' Prince Xing \'was here to plead with him, how could his foster father not give face to his own son!

Moreover, to deal with Yan Bang, he could only use a prolonged battle!

"The evidence is conclusive, if Prince Xing wants to bail out Yan Bang, I\'m afraid it won\'t be easy!"

Xing Ba comforted the somewhat disappointed Hetun.

"Prince Xing? "Hur hur, you got it for me?"

Hetun seemed to be a little relieved, "Hmm, calling him \'Feng Xinglang\' sounds a lot more pleasing to the ears!"

Hetun also felt a headache when his own son insisted on having the surname \'Feng\'.

Thinking about something, Hetun turned his head and looked at Xing Shi\'er who was deep in thought.

"What\'s that guy\'s name?"

"His name is Basong! Old Fourteen said that you are Prince Xing\'s new bodyguard! "

"Old Tweleve, did you figure something out?"

"Judging from his movements, he is not only fast and nimble, but also extremely strange!" Xing Shi\'er frowned.

"Strange? "What do you mean?" Hetun asked.

"I also saw that Basong attacked..."

Xing Ba slightly narrowed his eyes, "It\'s really not easy to find such a nimble person in the Shen City! I wonder where Prince Xing found them from? It seemed to only appear on the second day of Feng Family in the past fourteen years! "

"Do you think that Basong is an enemy or a friend? Can you let him stay by Ah Lang\'s side? "

What the Hetun was most concerned about was his son\'s safety.