Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Xueluo was not a saint, she wanted to live as well.

Not only did she want to live, she also wanted to let the small things in her stomach work their way!

The little guy had followed her for four months, but had never been able to give it a peaceful and comfortable living environment. Furthermore, the little thing had suffered so much with her, so Xueluo really wanted to let the little thing in his stomach suffer obediently! Even if it cost her everything!

The hood over Feng Xinglang\'s head was taken off, and he shook the blinding light in his head for a bit as he squinted his eyes, forcing himself to get used to the light within the boat. From there, he could clearly see his big brother Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo who were more than ten meters away.

Feng Lixin was still seated on the wheelchair. The right ankle was chained with a thick metal chain that was attached to the weight bearing device three meters behind him.

After seeing his brother Feng Xinglang, he instinctively wanted to move the wheelchair forward, but he was stopped by the metal chain at his right ankle.

Xueluo stood silently five to six meters away from Feng Lixin, holy and pure without a speck of dust.

It was just that her small face was slightly pale because she had not seen the sun for a long time.

The loose Korean version of clothes on her body had been replaced, replaced with a tight knitted dress that Xing San had specially prepared for her.

The key was that Xueluo\'s slim and delicate figure looked extremely attractive, but it was filled with the flavor of pregnancy.

Highlight that Xueluo was four months pregnant, that was the real reason why Xing San had given her the accurate tight set of clothes.

He wanted to let Feng Xinglang see with one glance that his wife, Lin Xueluo, was already pregnant!

Lin Xueluo\'s flesh and blood was being nurtured in his stomach!

Xueluo stared silently at Feng Xinglang who was more than ten metres away, so quiet that even the sound of his own heart beating faster could be heard.

As for Feng Xinglang, he casually swept a glance at Xueluo, and then directly looked at Feng Lixin who was seated on the wheelchair. He didn\'t even give her or the child in her womb a chance to look him in the eye.

Xueluo knew that the current Feng Xinglang hated him to the core.

Not only did she secretly carry his noble child behind his back, she even turned his child into a bargaining chip the Hetun used to deal with him.

Xueluo thought: If only I hadn\'t come back from Stone Bamboo County that time. He could keep those simple little radishes, be their volunteer teacher, teach them pictures, teach them how to dance. It was unlikely that he would end up in a prisoner\'s predicament right now.

The Hetun sat facing the east and west. There was no excitement on his resolute face like when the game was about to start.

It was an indescribable sadness that was reminiscing about the past.

He was so disappointed and frustrated that he couldn\'t let go!

"Xinglang, choose Xueluo! She was pregnant. The baby was four months old! She\'s more meaningful and valuable than I am! "

On the wheelchair, Feng Lixin had already started to persuade Feng Xinglang to choose his mother and son.

It was completely possible to seal Feng Lixin\'s and Lin Xueluo\'s mouth, and allow Feng Xinglang to make his choice without any interference.

But Hetun seemed to want these two choices to disturb the calm-looking Feng Xinglang even more.

Xueluo who was at the side remained silent.

She did not open her mouth to beg for mercy from Feng Xinglang for herself and the little girl in her stomach;

She could not bear to see Feng Lixin die, and of course, she did not want the little girl in her stomach to die either.

She had nothing left, only the little thing in her stomach that she was mutually dependent on!

Thus, she remained silent all this time.

He lowered his head. She did not dare to look Feng Xinglang in the eye. She was afraid that from his eyes, other than the indifference she felt from him, there was also coldness.

"Xinglang, your big brother has already lived enough! Please don\'t delay me from going to a good family! "

Feng Lixin tried to persuade Feng Xinglang otherwise. He was begging for death with all his heart, just to leave any hope of life to Xueluo and the child in his stomach.

Feng Xinglang did not answer big brother Feng Lixin\'s suicidal remarks. Instead, he turned to look at Hetun who was sitting to the east and west.

"Hetun, regardless of how deep the hatred between you and us two brothers is, I believe a formidable person like you should be able to keep your word!"

"I can start making my choices now."

At this moment, Feng Xinglang was incomparably calm.

The Hetun seemed to have recovered from his cruel state of mind.

He turned his head slightly, and Xing Ba handed over a tray.

There was a gun on the tray. The M500 revolver, known as the most powerful pistol in the world.

There were only three bullets.

Maybe it was because he had not touched the handgun himself for a long time, when Hetun reloaded, it seemed a little slow.

In fact, what was slow was not the movement of his hand, but an inexplicable sense of punishment that came out of nowhere.

He had been fighting in the midst of a barrage of bullets for so many years that even if he closed his eyes, he could accurately disassemble this gun a dozen times over.

But this time, his hand movements were a lot slower.

Or maybe he thought it would be more important to take care of the woman and the child she had with her husband.

So that the woman in hell could see it clearly: the price she paid to rise to the surface and betray him!

Don\'t think that you can die a hundred times in a single moment. He will inflict all the sins that she has committed on her son!

"There are three bullets in this gun! I will hit the two of them with these three bullets uncertainly! As for who will be shot, that will depend on my mood! "

With a click, Hetun loaded the revolver in his hand.

Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face was instantly filled with anger, and he roared fiercely:

"Hetun, didn\'t you say that the person I chose would be given a chance to live?"

Feng Xinglang roared, and at the same time, threw a punch at Hetun, who was seated unmoving on the sofa.

But before he could even get close to the Hetun, Xing Ba had already floated over as fast as lightning. He punched Feng Xinglang on the chin, and instantly, flesh and blood sprayed out.

It was not because of how powerful Xing Ba\'s fists were, but because Xing Ba\'s fingers had a Tiger Finger on them. He cut off a piece of flesh from Feng Xinglang\'s chin.

Feng Xinglang was not afraid of the finger tiger on Xing Ba\'s finger, nor did he care about the piece of flesh on his chin that had been cut off.

Xing Ba who was hit by Feng Xinglang\'s fist seemed to be startled for a moment.

The ruthless Feng Xinglang had almost transformed into an uncontrollable and suicidal ferocious beast.

It was as if the skin and flesh that had been cut off from his chin wasn\'t his!

In that moment, it was as if Feng Lixin saw his younger brother, Feng Xinglang, using a stone to chase the dog for a few kilometers, until he crushed the dog to death!

Xing Ba pulled out his spear, but Feng Xinglang did not care.

He blocked Xing Ba\'s muzzle with his own weapon and threw a heavy punch towards Xing Ba\'s right arm which was holding the spear.

Feng Xinglang clearly knew that before he made his choice, the Hetun would not even take his life!

Therefore, he was sure that Xing Ba wouldn\'t dare to actually shoot his vital points!

It was only when the muzzle of the Hetun\'s gun was pointed at Feng Lixin who was on the wheelchair that the violent beast Feng Xinglang stopped his ruthless attack.