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Chapter 472 - Nuonuo, Mommy really cannot lose you!

When Feng Xinglang rushed back to the Feng Family, the little cutie was being fed to him in his arms. She kept shaking her little head, refusing to eat, and just sobbed out of inertia.

Feng Xinglang's heart immediately hurt. In the end, he was defeated by the cute, teary, and pitiful appearance of the little girl.

"Bang, bang …"

Feng Xinglang called her little cutie. In the instant that the little adorable one looked back at him, all the 'scheming' in the bottom of Feng Xinglang's heart had completely disintegrated. It seemed that as long as the little thing didn't cry, he would be willing to do anything.

"Papa!"

The little thing was wronged, her big eyes tearing up. She quickly climbed down from Feng Lixin's body and ran towards him barefooted.

Feng Xinglang tightly hugged the little thing in his arms, and kept kissing her hair and her cheeks.

"Sorry, Little …" Little Papa was too busy, so I came back late. I'm really sorry! "

The little guy's tears had caused Feng Xinglang to lose completely. He did not want to make the three-year-old little thing suffer the grievances and cry along with him because of the swindler between adults.

"I thought Papa wasn't just going to follow Mommy around anymore!"

The little thing wiped off its snot and tears on Feng Xinglang's shoulder; Feng Xinglang didn't feel any disdain towards it. She was only worried that the fabric of her suit would be too stiff, and that it would rub against her cute little nose.

"How could that be … Papa loves it. "

Feng Xinglang once again kissed the little guy's face that was covered in tears, "Stop crying, alright? Papa will feel heartache! It's very, very painful! "

The little thing stopped crying, sniffing and humming.

"Papa, go take a look at my mommy …" Mommy hasn't eaten in a day. "I'm so worried about Mommy!"

The little guy wailed and cried, slowly softening Feng Xinglang's heart.

All the principles, in the lovely tears, become no principles!

As a result, Feng Xinglang followed Little Bun's orders and carried her into the room to look at Lan Youyou who was still courting death.

The door was unlocked. It couldn't be locked. It was probably forced open by the Butler Mo.

Her originally enchanting and lovely curly hair was now wrapped around Lan Youyou's neck and face, making it hard to see her face.

Feng Tuantuan climbed up from Feng Xinglang's embrace and sat beside Mommy Lan Youyou, using his two little hands to brush off the hair on Mommy Lan Youyou's face.

"Mommy, wake up, I'm back …" Mommy, wake up. "

No matter how the little guy made a ruckus, Lan Youyou remained motionless, as if he had given up all hope.

"Papa, Mommy doesn't speak …" Is Mommy going to die? "

The cute girl burst into tears again, "I don't want Mommy to die …" Mommy is dead, and I want to die with Mommy! "

The little fellow suddenly cried, allowing Feng Xinglang to swallow down the Lan Youyou who he had originally wanted to berate.

"Balls, stop talking nonsense!" Your mommy won't die! "

Feng Xinglang bent over and used his curled up index finger to check Lan Youyou's breath.

Still alive!

"Lan Youyou, are you courting death? Did you scare them? Do you understand? "

Feng Xinglang reprimanded her.

"Papa, don't be mean to my mother …" Mommy is sick. "

The cute girl was crying as she fearfully and helplessly caressed's face with her little hand.

Feng Xinglang took off his suit, took a deep breath and spread open his palm to test Lan Youyou's forehead: The forehead is burning, I must be really sick.

"Lan Youyou... Lan Youyou... "

Feng Xinglang called out, after not hearing Lan Youyou's reply, he wanted to pull her upper body out of the quilt.

"Don't touch me …" Don't touch me! Hurry up and drive me. Scram! Get lost! "

Lan Youyou muttered unclearly, and used all his strength to beat Feng Xinglang who wanted to touch her, as if he was going insane.

"It's me, Feng Xinglang! Don't f * cking go crazy! " Feng Xinglang roared.

Lan Youyou quietened down and opened his eyes that were in a daze, trying very hard to look at the man who was carrying her.

"Lang... Ah Lang... Don't let them touch me. "Please, don't let them touch me …"

Lan Youyou choked with sobs. She, who could not make a sound, was only left with her mouth.

"You are currently in Feng Family, no one will touch you!"

Feng Xinglang frowned: Based on the way Lan Youyou has been destroyed, he probably won't be as simple as having his clothes ripped off!

What did that bastard Yan Bang do to the spirit demon? Wasn't he supposed to leave a piece of cloth to cover his embarrassment?

Could it be …

Lan Youyou nestled tightly in Feng Xinglang's embrace, trembling from fear. However, his body was extremely hot.

"Man, go call the Grandpa Mo, get him to find a doctor for Mommy."

"Oh. Then let Grandpa Mo find a doctor for Mommy. "

The little fellow immediately climbed down and rushed out of the room.

At the door of the room, Feng Lixin stood quietly. He silently looked at Lan Youyou who was being tightly embraced by Feng Xinglang.

After all these years, the thing Lan Youyou had chosen was not the care and concern he showed for Feng Lixin, even if it was as insignificant as dust; it was the coldness and indifference Feng Xinglang had shown time and time again.

What she chose, what she needed, and what she deeply loved, was only Feng Xinglang! And it would only be Feng Xinglang!

Sometimes, Feng Lixin even wanted Feng Xinglang to marry Lan Youyou so that he could fulfil this woman's dream for many years!

He only needed to rely on each other to survive!

His entire life, had long ago given up on any extravagant hope!

The doctor rushed over and checked on Lan Youyou's condition. After losing the liquid, Lan Youyou fell into a deep slumber.

"Xinglang, thank you." Feng Lixin thanked her in a mute voice.

"If there's a next time, I'll just watch as she dies!"

Feng Xinglang said indifferently.

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Although little friend Linnuo was not satisfied with Mommy's new cut of the pot head, but he still obeyed Mommy's wish to keep this ugly new hairstyle that made him want to cry.

"Nuonuo, promise Mommy, don't mention Mommy to anyone! And don't tell anyone Mommy's name! "

Xueluo helped his son put on the gentleman's tailcoat that was sent over by the Hetun.

The little guy nodded, then said with a little doubt, "But foster father will tell others!"

"That is your foster father's business! We can't control him! "

Xueluo exhaled a breath of uneasy air, "Nuonuo, if your foster father wants you to do some bloody things … Remember what Mommy said: We want to be a loving, good child!

The little fellow nodded its head.

"Nuonuo, Mommy really cannot lose you!"

Xueluo wanted to tell his son something, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat.