Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 1390

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It was as if she had waited for Feng Xinglang for a long time and finally looked for him!
Because he was not familiar with Xing Er, and because Xing Er was a person who was about to die, Feng Xinglang seemed to be slightly against such a rude meeting. He leaned against the door, not intending to enter the room.
"Foster father... I want to talk to Xing Lang alone. "
Xing Er's voice carried weakness and fatigue that he was unable to muster.
The middle-aged man looked to be about a dozen years younger than the Hetun;
"Alright. That foster father will stay outside with them. "
After Hetun got up and left, Xing Wu who had been guarding Xing Er and an eye also left.
When he passed by Feng Xinglang, Hetun lightly patted his son's shoulder, as if he was trying to comfort him.
He could also pass on to others a feeling: the father and son pair had already given up on each other, and their current relationship was very good!
Feng Xinglang did not respond to Hetun's words, and did not even spare him a glance. Some habits couldn't be changed in a short period of time.
All the people left the room, leaving only Feng Xinglang and the heavily injured and dying Xing Er.
It was a strange feeling to be in a room with an unknown dying man!
"Ah Lang, come over here … I don't have much breath left, I have to use it sparingly. "
Xing Er did not treat Feng Xinglang as an outsider, and seemed to be a little familiar with him.
Feng Xinglang frowned, he licked his lips, and followed Xing Er's instructions, and walked over to his bedside.
It was said that death was at hand and his words were kind. Presumably, Xing Er would not have any ulterior motives towards him.
"Songtai's injury... "How is it?"
Songtai? Feng Xinglang frowned: I seem to have heard of this name before, but I really can't think of what kind of person it is!
"It's Cong Gang … Songtai is indeed Cong Gang. "
Seeing Feng Xinglang's puzzled expression, Xing Er continued to explain.
"..." This topic of Xing Er's, wasn't it a little off? Wasn't it supposed to be a conversation about his grudge and enmity with the Hetun, why was it starting to talk about Cong Gang now?
"... I can already walk two steps down from the ground! "
Out of courtesy towards the dying, Feng Xinglang still answered.
"That's good..."
Xing Er's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally let out a heavy breath as if a heavy burden had been let out, "I have caused him to suffer!"
What do you mean?
Feng Xinglang could tell that this Xing Er was probably grateful to Cong Gang.
However, Xing Er had raised Cong Gang for so many years, and this kindness had saved his life once, so it was not something that needed endless thanks.
"Cong Gang is fine now, rest assured, you can recuperate."
Feng Xinglang wanted to use these words to end their speech.
After all, calling him over so early in the morning was only to ask about Cong Gang's injuries, and it wasn't very polite either.
The key point was that Feng Xinglang felt that he should leave this precious time to Hetun and his many sworn brothers. Give me the last words and wishes that should be given.
However, Feng Xinglang did not know that Xing Er's last wish was to meet Feng Xinglang once. Because he had something to say to him!
"Xing Lang, remember my words …" Leave Songtai by your side, and... Keep him for your use, he. He can protect your family for the rest of their lives … This life will be peaceful! "
When Xing Er had struggled to finish speaking, the upper half of his body that was originally half lying down suddenly slanted to the side.
At that time, Feng Xinglang was still pondering over Xing Er's words. Xing Er's meaning should be: Keep Songtai, or rather, Cong Gang, that guy, as his own use, so that he would be able to live a peaceful life?
But what kind of goal did Xing Er have?
Was he trying to find a potential customer for Cong Gang? Was she worried that Xing Er would starve to death if he could not find work?
Surely not! With Cong Gang's ability, it should not be a problem to get him fed and warm up.
This Xing Er is about to die, how can he have the mind to worry about Cong Gang?
The key thing was that Cong Gang was not easy to control! Furthermore, it was not something that Feng Xinglang could keep if he wanted to, it could be used whenever he wanted to!
"You seem to be quite concerned about Cong Gang …"
As soon as Feng Xinglang finished speaking, he discovered Xing Er's abnormality: He no longer had any strength left in his head, so he slanted his head listlessly to the side, and that hand that was taking in the blood also sank beneath the bedside...
Feng Xinglang reached out his hand, but he could no longer feel Xing Er's breath.
This was … Was he dead?
Isn't it a bit too hasty?
Feng Xinglang wasn't prepared for it at all.
Could it be that Xing Er was not willing to take in the last breath for the sake of waiting for him, Feng Xinglang, to personally say those words to him?
After pausing beside Xing Er's corpse for two to three minutes, he slowly walked towards the door.
Outside the door, there were Hetun and many other foster son s. When they saw Xing Er who had stopped breathing on the sickbed, they all looked exceptionally calm.
"Father … My second brother, he … Is he dead? "
Feng Xinglang slightly nodded, and gently caressed his son's head.
"I haven't even seen my second brother for the last time …" How could he just die like that? "
The little guy sniffed with his nose, and his eyes started to turn red again.
"Your second brother left very calmly …" Let me tell you: he likes you! And like all bros! "
This kind of white lie comforted the sad hearts of everyone present.
He removed the needle from the back of Xing Er's hand and brought Xing Er's hand back into the blanket.
"Eleventh elder, I'll leave the aftermath of your second brother to you!"
"Yes, foster father."
Xing Yi and the others died in Mexico City, so he was the only surviving foster son under Xing Er.
Many foster son had died, but to date, this was the second person who could die in Pater Castle like Xing Er.
This was sufficient to prove Xing Er's position in the Hetun's heart!
… ….
Feng Xinglang, who had returned to the main fortress, was unable to calm down for a long time.
It was as if his ears were filled with the words Xing Er had said to him before he died …
"Xinglang, drink some warm milk."
Xueluo brought the warm milk to his husband's side. She could see the depression in her husband's mood.
"I'll go wash first..."
Feng Xinglang stood up, "Xueluo, watch out for Nuonuo, don't let him run out and cause trouble."
Xueluo nodded gently, "Take a good bath. I've got the clothes and the towels. "
Xueluo wanted to enter to accompany her depressed husband, but she stopped in her tracks in the end and followed the man's instructions to look for her son Linnuo in the living room.
The little guy, running back to his room, almost ran into Mommy, who was going out to look for him.
"Mommy, where's my dad?"
"Your father is taking a bath!"
Xueluo squatted down, and wiped the sweat off his son's forehead, "Your sworn brother is very busy, you have to behave yourself, don't make a fuss, understand?"
"I'm just here to find my dad." The little guy headed straight for the bathroom.