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Chapter 662: Lan Youyou is the woman you once loved?
Feng Xinglang shot a glare back at Yan Bang, and took a sip of red wine to calm his possibly already fluctuating emotions.
"Do you have anyone you love, Bon?" Feng Xinglang asked.
"There is!" Aren't you? " Yan Bang replied half-jokingly.
"I am just your grandpa!" You only need to be filial to me! " Feng Xinglang once again gave Yan Bang a cold glare.
Yan Bang stuffed a piece of Salmon that was dipped in sauce into Feng Xinglang's mouth.
"Lan Youyou... the woman you loved? " Yan Bang casually asked.
Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment, "Right now, she is only my big brother's beloved woman!"
"You two brothers really have a good relations.h.i.+p with each other! This was the woman that her little brother had slept with, and her big brother continued sleeping with her … It's so fertile that it doesn't flow to foreign lands! "
Yan Bang was purely teasing, he did not have any malicious intent. But when it reached Feng Xinglang's ears, it was really ear-piercing.
Feng Xinglang wanted to punch Yan Bang, but he couldn't find the strength to do so.
Feng Xinglang's mind was in a mess, he returned to the side of the Wai Inn once again, and quietly looked at Feng Tuantuan who was sleeping soundly.
The little cutie had been a beauty since she was young. With her fair and clear skin and long eyelashes, she attracted others' love like a doll.
"Stop looking! She won't be your, Feng Xinglang's, daughter no matter how much you look at her! "
Yan Bang spread open his big palm, and touched Feng Xinglang's back, "Are you regretting not using your own small koloss?"
"Bon, why don't you have a child?"
After a moment of silence, Feng Xinglang suddenly asked with interest, "At least in the future, there will be someone to send you off!"
"What do you want children for? I hate children! When the old fellow gave birth to me, he didn't even see me send him off for his old age! "
Yan Bang's att.i.tude really made people not agree.
"Do you really want to die on the streets?" Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.
"Don't we still have you?" You will collect my corpse! "
Yan Bang adjusted the nightgown that slipped below Feng Xinglang's shoulders.
"You've made so many enemies. I don't even know where you're going to die, how can I collect your corpse?"
Feng Xinglang did not agree with Yan Bang's style of using violence to suppress violence at all. He had advised her, but Yan Bang had always been one to do things his own way. He was used to fighting with his life on the line.