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At night, Feng Xinglang brought Yan Wuyang back to the Yulong City.

In accordance to Feng Xinglang\'s instructions, Shao Yuanjun took away Yan Bang\'s and Nina\'s photos and rearranged all the furniture in the living room. changed to the space version of child room.

Feng Xinglang called his wife, saying that he would stay in the Yulong City to accompany Yan Wuyang for the night.

Xueluo agreed and even warned her husband to accompany Yan Wuyang for a few more days.

Xueluo understood her husband\'s decision to send little Wuyang back to Yulong City. She could understand her husband\'s helplessness. It was just that the Hetun\'s problem had not been resolved yet. She was really worried that the little Wuyang would be in danger.

Originally, she had wanted to go to the Hetun to negotiate with them. However, her daughter felt a bit uncomfortable with the recent cold, so she was delayed.

After thinking about it, she made her eldest son, Feng Linnuo, stay in the Shallow Water Bay to supervise his godfather\'s actions. There was no need for Feng Linnuo to attend the class, of course he would be happy to complete the mission given by Mommy!

"Wuyang, you need a more relaxed and free environment to grow up."

On the child\'s bed, Feng Xinglang hugged Yan Wuyang who had just washed up, "This is your home. From today onwards, you will live, study, and grow.

"Wuyang can\'t live with your foster father anymore?" The little guy took note of his mother\'s words.

Feng Xinglang\'s heart ached: Yan Bang can disregard life and death for him, but he can\'t even take care of his child!

"Wuyang... Godfather can\'t keep you by his side forever! That would also be detrimental to your growth! " Feng Xinglang\'s voice was a little hoarse, she then took out a mobile phone from the bedside: "There\'s a phone here with your foster father\'s number. If you want to be a godfather, you can call your godfather any time you want! My godfather comes to see you every week...

… …. If godfather forgets, you call godfather! "

little Wuyang took the phone and weakly nodded. He could feel his godfather working hard with him every day.

"Wuyang, I have already invited experts to protect you … You\'ll be safe here! "

Feng Xinglang bent over and kissed Yan Wuyang on her cheeks, "Wuyang, godfather is so sorry …"

"Godfather, don\'t be sad! Wuyang will live a good life here! "

Seeing that Feng Xinglang was so upset that he couldn\'t speak, the little fellow comforted him instead.

"Wuyang... I\'m sorry! It was because his godfather was useless... [I really can\'t kill my godfather …] that kind of evil thing! "

Feng Xinglang choked with sobs, but in the end, he was still unable to say the word \'father\'s murder\'.

"But godfather has promised you that he will guarantee your safety at all costs!"

"Godfather, don\'t cry! Wuyang will obediently listen to you and live a good life! "

Yan Wuyang opened his arms and embraced the sobbing Feng Xinglang. He patted the man\'s back gently just like how an adult would.

When the overwhelming grief struck, Feng Xinglang actually sobbed silently in the arms of a six or seven year old child.

For Yan Bang, for Nina, for himself!

… ….

After he coaxed Yan Wuyang to sleep, Feng Xinglang stood up.

He walked to the safe and took out Yan Bang\'s and Nina\'s photos from inside. There was a long silence.

About ten minutes later, he took out four or five bottles of Yan Bang\'s treasured wine from the wine shelf. There was a strong scent of brandy and whisky, a soy sauce type of treasured version of the Maotai, as well as some mild red wine and so on.

"Bon... Nina, let me first toast you and your wife three times! First, do it as a form of respect! "

Feng Xinglang raised his wine cup and knocked it lightly on the photo of Yan Bang and Nina, drinking it all in one gulp.

When the three cups of strong alcohol entered his throat, Feng Xinglang felt as if his entire stomach was scalding hot.

They already said that he would get drunk to ease thousands of worries, but Feng Xinglang felt that he was becoming more and more clear-headed: Yan Bang who was like a loyal dog, Nina who was considerate to him and the GK. The events of the past jumped out from his mind, and he couldn\'t get rid of them no matter how hard he tried.

"You two are both nobles in my, Feng Xinglang\'s, life … Without you guys, even my life wouldn\'t be mine! That is to say, it\'s a f * * king business! "

"I, Feng Xinglang have let you two down! [I know who killed you and your wife... But I do not have the ability or courage to take revenge for all of you! "

"Bon... I\'m really not fit to be your brother! It\'s not worth it for you to sacrifice so much for me! If there\'s an afterlife, you must stay away from me! "

Three cups again. Feng Xinglang felt his consciousness become a little absent-minded. This feeling wasn\'t bad, at least he could temporarily forget the pain and depression in his heart.

It was this chest. To be more accurate, it should be the stomach … It was as if a fire was running up and down his whole stomach.

In order to suppress the burning sensation in his stomach, Feng Xinglang scooped up a bottle of whiskey and gulped it down.

Feng Xinglang didn\'t know how much wine he had drank, or what kind of wine he had drunk. It was just that the heat in his stomach made him feel uncomfortable. In the past ten days, Feng Xinglang had not been able to eat well nor sleep well, but he had been forcing himself to focus on handling the matters regarding Yan Bang and his wife, as well as the issue of raising the little Wuyang. Adding on the strong alcohol and his sorrowful feelings, it was clear that Feng Xinglang\'s body was severely overdrawn …

Got it.

A sharp, bonfire like pain came from his stomach, with a "clang" sound, the bottle in Feng Xinglang\'s hands fell on the marble coffee table, waking him up from his dream.

Following the sound, the little fellow got up and walked towards the guest hall, only to discover that his foster father, Feng Xinglang, was lying on the carpet.

"Father... Godfather... What\'s the matter with you? " little Wuyang shook his body as he shouted at Feng Xinglang.

Suddenly, he saw red blood flowing out of his foster father\'s mouth … He touched it with his little finger. It really was blood!

"Someone come …" Someone come quickly! "My godfather fell and got injured!"

Yan Wuyang immediately ran to the door of the AI, and used his little hands to hit it with gravity.

The first to enter was Chen Laowu. He was in charge of the security of the entire Yulong City.

Half an hour later, Feng Xinglang whose stomach was bleeding from alcohol was sent to the hospital\'s emergency room.

After Feng Xinglang entered the emergency room, Bug San immediately called Cong Gang.

"Boss, Feng Xinglang\'s stomach bleeding is hospitalized."

"Gastric bleeding?" Cong Gang\'s voice trembled for a moment. He seemed to feel his nervousness and heartache.

"Yes." There is no perforation of the stomach, so it shouldn\'t be serious. "

Buggy Three said casually, but Cong Gang\'s grip on his phone had turned white.

"Let Basong think of a way to notify Hetun and Lin Xueluo!" Cong Gang\'s breathing was hurried. But it was also calm.

"Alright!"

Considering some factors, Cong Gang added: "Inform Lin Xueluo first, then inform Hetun."

"Yes."

… ….

20 minutes later, Xueluo arrived at the hospital. and Feng Lixin were also accompanying them.

"What happened to Xinglang? How can the stomach bleed? How could this be? " In front of the emergency room\'s door, Xueluo was about to cry from anxiety. Madame Feng, calm down first. When I went in, I saw that the President Feng was drinking by himself in the direction of the President Yan and Lady Yan\'s legacy... It must be the stomach bleeding from the alcohol! " Buggy Three glanced at Xing Shisi who was behind Lin Xueluo, his expression calm and composed.

"Why didn\'t you stop him? Xinglang\'s stomach had always been bad … These days, you have also overworked yourself over Yan Bang and Sister Nina … " While speaking, Xueluo\'s heart ached and tears fell.

"I am sorry, Madame Feng … At that time, we also did not expect President Feng to wake up in the middle of the night to drink wine. "

While Buggy Three was replying, the Hetun and their foster son had coincidentally rushed over. Xing Shi\'er saw him; he also saw Xing Shi\'er. For a moment, there seemed to be the smell of gunpowder.

"Xueluo, what\'s going on? How can you let Ah Lang go to Yulong City to drink in the middle of the night until his stomach bled? "

People like the Hetun, who were headstrong and self-deprecating, were already used to scolding others. Because he pitied his son\'s body, he started to berate his son\'s wife, Lin Xueluo, harshly.

At that time, Lin Xueluo was one with pain, anxiety and anger. When she was scolded by Hetun, she immediately exploded.

"Dad, are you sure your conscience won\'t hurt after you say these words? Don\'t you know why your son drank and drank in the middle of the night in Yulong City?! Hetun, are you really so overbearing and savage? "

"Xueluo... Xueluo... Say less. " Feng Lixin, who had come forward to persuade him, was pushed to the side by Xueluo.

The current Xueluo was truly angered to the extreme. She had never seen such a despicable old man who dared to walk his own path like that Hetun!

"Xueluo, why are you talking to daddy? You are Ah Lang\'s wife, so you have to take good care of his daily life! " Facing his daughter-in-law who almost lost control of her emotions, Hetun warmed his voice.

"Dad, you know in your heart what you did! If you continue to be so brutal, sooner or later, you will cause the death of your own son! " Xueluo wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, "Feng Xinglang is your Hetun\'s biological son. You cheated him, harmed him, set him on fire, broke his legs, and even mummified him … Just because you were Xinglang\'s biological father, he chose to forgive you

Your crimes! But now, you actually refused to let him go! " The more Xueluo talked, the angrier he got, and the more he blurted out, "Hetun, you have to tell me, this time Feng Xinglang\'s stomach bled. The next time it will be a stomach perforation! Your son won\'t let go, will he? From today onwards, you and Xinglang will be the same!

With our three children, I will never forgive you in this life! We have nothing to do with each other! "

"Your son is not surnamed Xing with your Hetun anyway! For people like you, it\'s best for you to live alone until the end of your life! "

This was the first time that Xueluo, who had lost control of his emotions, had cursed the Hetun. In the emergency room, Feng Xinglang heard his wife\'s curses and smiled faintly!