Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Chapter 400

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Chapter 400 - Feng Xinglang, do you believe in love?

Feng Lixin still left in the end.

Maybe this was not what Feng Lixin really wanted to do.

He could understand why Feng Xinglang insisted on choosing him!

Because all along, the thing that hovered in his mind and heart was how to repay him, to thank him!

Therefore, when Feng Lixin left, he chose to give it to his little brother Feng Xinglang for his persistence and gratitude.

After hearing the sound of the fast boat leaving, Feng Xinglang turned his head to look at Lin Xueluo who was sitting on the ground.

He smiled slightly, though his smile looked feeble.

The Xueluo mother and son in front of him had already layered over each other, and illusions appeared in front of him.

Feng Xinglang could already feel his consciousness becoming more and more blurry, he knew that he didn't have much time left.

If he did not say something now, it would be too late!

He stared deeply at her as fresh blood continuously flowed out from his body. Feng Xinglang, who was currently in shock, was no longer able to stand up.

"Lin Xueluo, I'll stay … Die with you! Are you overjoyed? "

Looking at the man's bloody face, Xueluo suddenly laughed!

He was laughing until tears came out of his eyes.

"I'm happy!"

She nodded. Turn your head into a rattle.

"I'm really very happy!"

"You got lucky... You say you're stupid and stupid, but the key is that your looks are average! I must be blind …] That's why I married you! "

Feng Xinglang's voice was already beginning to break up.

Xueluo crawled over to Feng Xinglang who was still soaked in blood, and carefully pulled him into his embrace.

"Xinglang, can you stop talking? You've lost a lot of blood, so don't talk about it. "Listen to me!"

Feng Xinglang's hands were already trembling uncontrollably, the back and palm of his hands were dyed red with his own blood.

Slowly, he opened his palm, and carefully covered Xueluo's stomach which was slightly bulging, without saying a word.

If only he had known!

At the very least, he could arrange for his first meeting with this little thing to be more intimate and loving!

Xueluo choked once again.

She held Feng Xinglang's hand and covered her stomach together, just crying.

"Feng Xinglang, do you believe in love?"

"Feng Xinglang, can I recite a poem to you and your baby?"

Xueluo lowered his head and kissed Feng Xinglang's bloody, handsome face.

Then he wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, bit by bit.

As she sobbed, she recited the poem Feng Xinglang's mother wrote on the painting.

"I hear love;"

"I believe in love."

"Love is a pool of struggling blue algae,"

"Like a slight gust of wind."

"Through the veins of my blood loss."

"The faith to guard the passing of time."

Xueluo held Feng Xinglang's head tightly and continued to kiss his face.

"Xinglang, our family will never be separated again … Never! "

Feng Xinglang's consciousness had already blurred. He could no longer appreciate the love poems that Xueluo had recited to him.

Perhaps the only thing he could feel was that the woman kept kissing his face, talking to him about love.

Of course, the one who had the most of the shock was the Hetun.

He was familiar with every word in this love poem.

That woman would hug him tightly, just like how Xueluo was hugging Feng Xinglang tightly now, reciting the poem in his ears time and time again …

Hetun's vision was blocked by a layer of mist and became blurry.

What was he doing?

Was he trying to use such a cruel method to take revenge on that woman's betrayal?

What could he get from the smell of blood?

Was he so quick to take revenge?

However, that woman was dead and would never be seen again!

With the cover of Xueluo's body, Feng Xinglang managed to dig out the tracking device from his biceps. He could no longer feel any pain!

He pressed the bloody tracking device into Xueluo's hand and made her tighten her grip.

"Cong Gang... I'll come and save you … Take care of yourself... and. Our child! "

These were Feng Xinglang's last words before he fainted.

Xueluo's heart was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

She hugged Feng Xinglang's body tightly and cried her heart out.

At this moment, she no longer thought about running for her life. She only wanted to hug this man and die with him.

The family of three would always be together and would never part with each other ever again!

Suddenly, Xing San who was initially guarding outside walked in as if he was flying, straight to Hetun's side.

"Father, Old Chu has rushed over with the ruffian soldiers."

It was as if Hetun had not been able to recover from the sad memories of the love poem that Xueluo had just read.

"Foster father, those ruffians will be here in at most forty minutes."

Xing San reminded her again.

Only then did Hetun's consciousness gather. Ye Zichen rubbed his stiff face, which looked like it had gone through a lot in the past.

"We are moving at full speed in the direction of the high seas. Get rid of those bastards! "

Hetun's voice was a little hoarse, carrying a sense of weariness and disgust.

Old Chu's people would arrive in 40 minutes?

Xueluo realized that she and Feng Xinglang already had reinforcements, and instinctively thought of stopping the bleeding first when Feng Xinglang was unconscious.

Xueluo pulled out the belt on Feng Xinglang's waist and stopped the bleeding on his thighs near the heart. Then, she pressed down with her hand on the left side of the Hun bore where Feng Xinglang had been shot. He probably did not manage to hit his heart, or else Feng Xinglang would not be able to last until now.

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering could be heard. Then, two metal objects rolled into the cabin. Immediately, thick smoke filled the cabin. Following that, another two metal jars were thrown in.

"Puff puff!" Two, in an instant, a black shadow shot two shots towards Hetun.

Hetun dodged the first strike, but did not manage to avoid the second.

"Father, are you alright?"

The one being questioned was Xing San. Xing Ba was already aiming to shoot back.

"Don't worry about me! Stop that person, don't let him save Feng Xinglang! "

Just as Hetun was reprimanding Xing San, Xueluo sensed that someone was dragging Feng Xinglang who was in her embrace.

Xueluo resolutely released his hand.

Although she was reluctant to leave Feng Xinglang, she knew that was the only chance for Feng Xinglang to survive.

"Follow me."

Cong Gang lowered his voice. Almost only Xueluo who was beside him could hear him.

Xueluo wanted to follow Cong Gang and leave, but he found that his ankles were still chained.

She immediately dragged the chain on her ankle and moved it towards the opposite direction of the wall.

The smoke was so thick that Hetun and the rest could not see him, but they could hear him. Therefore, Xueluo wanted to use this voice to lure the people of the Hetun away, so that he could smoothly bring Feng Xinglang and leave.

"I can't leave, you guys hurry up and leave! Feng Xinglang is heavily injured, quickly leave … "

"Ol 'Three, seal the entire cabin! Not a single one of them can escape! "