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Feng Xinglang was silent, unable to read his emotions.

"Tuantu, get out of the car and see your mum."

A slight pause, and a meaningful whisper, "Maybe in a few days, you will never see her again."

"That uncle and brother Nono are waiting for the group."

Feng Tuan Tuan sold well. With the help of Brother Lin Nuo, he moved his short legs and climbed out of the car.

"round and round……"

Lan Youyou could hardly make a sound, but she clearly saw that her daughter got down from the black Lexus.

Through the dark film window, Lan Youyou can not see the people in the car, but can clearly feel the existence of that man.

Just for a moment, Lan Youyou turned her head to the side, and it seemed that she didn't want people in the car to see her face.

"Mummy ... Mummy ..."

Tuan Tuan flew towards the stretcher, but Mo Ranran stopped and hugged him.

"Tuantuo, your mummy's body is still weak and she can't wait for the cold wind. Will you talk to mummy in the room?"

Mo Ranran has seen Lan Youyou's vomiting blood due to coughing. The picture really panicked.

The room has been arranged into a ward: tools for infusions, and medical equipment for monitoring vital signs.

It is not difficult to arrange them in a few hours, because the butler Mo has been preparing these medical instruments for the young master Feng Lixin just in case.

The butler of Mo is sincere and sincerely regards Feng Jiaxin as his own son to serve and serve. Much more effort and energy than giving to her daughter.

I just didn't expect that these medical instruments would come in handy.

Lan Youyou has been holding her daughter's small hand. What she wanted to say, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she didn't have enough strength to make a noise.

In the face of the scrawny mummy, Feng Tuan Tuan seemed a little afraid.

Even a woman who is too beautiful can be undoubtedly skinny with a skinny skeleton.

This weird-looking mommy made Feng Tuantu subconsciously lean into Papa Feng Lixin's arms.

"Mummy, take a good rest and get sick ... Tuantuan is going out. Uncle and Brother Nono are waiting for me ..."

Sure enough, the man was sitting in that car!

Seeing that Mommy hadn't let go, the little thing hurriedly said, "We're going to accompany my aunt to find a job! My uncle doesn't let my aunt go, and my aunt has to go, both of them have a fight! Then my aunt sneaks away Lost……"

Where is this really noisy? Definitely is the performance of petting that woman.

"Mummy, are you okay? Otherwise, Uncle and Brother Nono will be anxious!"

The little thing was a little anxious, so it strove to open Lan Youyou's little hand.

It seems that Feng Tuantuan is strange to Lan Youyou, the biological mom.

It's not just the changed face that is unfamiliar ... Maybe I can remember that my mum kept getting sick, and then madly messed up; then she was scolding papa and herself!

"Goodbye mommy, goodbye papa! Goodbye sister Ranran!"

After glancing at the mummy in the hospital bed again, the little boy ran away and ran towards the door.

"round and round……"

Feng Lixin wanted to recover her ignorant daughter, but Mo Ranran stopped him.

"Brother Li Xin, let Tuantuan go. She is here, and Sister Youyou can't rest and rest assured."

Lan Youyou noticed: When did Feng Lixin have such a woman?

For a long time, even if Feng Lixin often went to the prison to see her, in the eyes of Lan Youyou, it was almost ignored; this time, due to the appearance of a woman, he faced Feng Lixin once.

"Brother Li Xin, you can sit down and rest for a long night. Are you able to sustain it?"

Mo Ranran forced Feng Lixin to sit on the sofa behind him.

"I'm fine ..."

"Say it's okay ?! The voice is too weak to keep up with the mosquito call."

"Ahem ..."

The housekeeper Mo coughed twice to remind his daughter. It is not appropriate to care about her husband so much in front of his wife.

But Mo Ranran didn't realize what Mo's housekeeper was reminding her.

"Brother Li Xin, sit first, I'll get you some nutritious porridge."

Seeing that my uncle's car was still waiting outside, Feng Tuantu immediately ran over with a smile.

"Tuantu, how is your mommy?" Feng Xinglang Dan asked.

"Mummy doesn't talk, she's so thin ... so scared."

The little boy bowed his head, and there was a hint of discomfort in his face.

"Then you live with your uncles and aunts these days."

"Really? Thank you Uncle."

He glanced at the little guy who had no heart or lungs, and Feng Xinglang reluctantly scratched his lips.

In fact, most people are afraid of something terrible, and instinctively yearn for something good. Not to mention Tuantuan is still an immature child.

When Feng Xinglang rushed to the talent market with his two children, he really felt what was so crowded and what was hard to do.

The two children stared at the crowd in astonishment, stunned.

Large-scale job fairs like this, fresh graduates from all over the country, or non-new graduates, will flock to it.

"So many people? Where are we going to find Mommy?"

With two children to squeeze this job fair, obviously it will not work. Feng Xinglang could only take them outside.

The call to Ba Song was almost completely engulfed in noise.

"Follow my wife. Protect her. If you lose, just ask."

"know."

In fact, Ba Song wants to come to the last sentence: President Feng, otherwise you come in and try!

It wasn't until 12 noon that Feng Xinglang waited for his wife Lin Xueluo: her makeup was also worn, her hair was messed up, and she walked with a limp.

Feng Xinglang immediately stepped forward, "How did you do that? Did you fight with someone? Ba Song, what did you eat?"

Ba Song is even worse: because the wife guarded her all the way down, even the sleeves on her left shoulder were torn off.

"... twisted to the feet! It hurts me!"

When she saw her husband Feng Xinglang, Xue Luo groaned aggrieved; she took off her nearly ten centimeters of high heels and stepped on the ground barefoot.

"My wife is working hard! Come, let my husband see."

Feng Xinglang hugged the affected and aggrieved woman and sat on her strong leg, looking distressed at the woman's ankle.

Xue Luo didn't care about the crowd coming and going, just let the man hug her and sit beside the flowerbed.

After walking for half a morning in high heels, the woman's feet were blistered.

The man held the woman's entire little foot in his palm, without any disapproval.

"Not bad?" Xue Luojiao hummed.