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　　Chapter 377: A heart, nearly popping out of the chest!

　　Feng Xinglang, who was an expert at attacking the heart, had already started to lobby Xing San.

　　It was indeed an extravagant hope that Xing San yearned for, to have a beautiful woman as his home.

　　At this moment, Xing San was indeed moved. He had hidden his thoughts for so many years, yet Feng Xinglang had exposed them at this moment.

　　It was an exhilarating and exciting complex mentality.

　　Although he was excited, Xing San was rational too. He could also hear that Feng Xinglang was luring him!

　　"Are you trying to seduce or betray my foster father?" Xing San asked coldly.

　　"You're being too serious!" When your body is strong, it is natural for you to be loyal to the Hetun. But you have to make plans for your own old age, don't you? "How can you say you're betraying me?"

　　Feng Xinglang poured some tea into his tea cup. His hands were no longer trembling, but his heart was still pounding.

　　Xing San indifferently looked at Feng Xinglang's calm and collected young man, who was also taciturn about his age.

　　But unfortunately, no matter how outstanding and formidable Feng Xinglang was, he would never be a match for the foster father Hetun.

　　"My foster father is not just a foster son like me. There's Old Eighth, Old Four and Old Five, as well as Old Tweleve that I have never seen before. "

　　His goal was not to seek revenge for Feng Xinglang, but to remind him: The advantages and disadvantages of his foster father Hetun were far greater than what he had expected.

　　Feng Xinglang could read that at least in this moment, Xing San was moved by his suggestion of hugging a beauty.

　　But the objective conditions did not allow him to recklessly disregard the consequences.

　　"Then come one by one!"

　　Feng Xinglang began to probe Xing San's bottom line step by step.

　　As expected, this sentence touched upon Xing San's bottom line as he jumped up from the sofa opposite him.

　　"I've already said that! If Lan Youyou wants to kill or cut me, you decide! "

　　Pausing slightly, Xing San let out a sigh of relief. "But I have to remind you: Even though my foster father does not care about Lan Youyou's life and death, he will blame you for his anger at Lan Youyou's death … Or, vent your anger on your wife and children! Feng Xinglang, I hope you think twice before acting! "

　　Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. Xing San talked a lot, but didn't leave his side. He couldn't bear to see Lan Youyou die.