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　　Chapter 457: Can you come tonight?

　　In the huge CEO's office, there was a strange light Shang flowing.

　　Instead of pestering Feng Xinglang to come to the GK Vanguard, the little buggy was taken away by Feng Lixin to the Rehabilitation Center.

　　In Feng Xinglang's hand, there was a small piece of paper. After five years of gentle stroking and fine kneading, the paper had already become weak.

　　It was a small, cut picture of a color Doppler. Feng Xinglang found it inside the layer of Xueluo's wallet.

　　The fetus was only seven weeks old and was only as big as a bean sprout, and it even had a small tail.

　　Feng Xinglang's eyes seemed to be warmed by some sort of liquid.

　　He had once had a chance to be a father, but he had never cherished it. Only when it was lost did he regret his actions.

　　But Feng Xinglang knew: If he were to try again, he would still make that choice. He owed his big brother Feng Lixin his life, and he must repay him! And now, he was almost done!

　　But only Feng Xinglang himself knew what he had lost!

　　He had lost his right to be a father! Perhaps he would never touch anything emotional in this life again!

　　He would have to spend the rest of his life holding onto this picture everyday!

　　This was the punishment that the heavens had given him, Feng Xinglang!

　　It was also's punishment!

　　The ringing of the phone interrupted this disturbing reminiscence. Feng Xinglang placed the picture of the low grade colourful record back into the safe under his desk.

　　The phone call was from Yan Bang.

　　"Okay."

　　Feng Xinglang snorted, the person who called him was Feng Xinglang himself.

　　"Lang, why didn't you come last night?"

　　Yan Bang's voice was very low. There wasn't the slightest hint of blame. Just asked.

　　"Trapped by this little thing."

　　Feng Xinglang exhaled a mouthful of impure Qi.

　　"Can you come tonight?"

　　Yan Bang asked again.

　　"Not necessarily! Who knows! It depends on the mood of that little guy in the group. "

　　Feng Xinglang said helplessly. It was filled with affection towards that little cutie.

　　"What, you're finished being a brother and now you're a daughter slave again?" Yan Bang asked indifferently.

　　"I was hoping that Lil Thing would bring me the rest of my life!"

　　Feng Xinglang laughed at himself.

　　"The end-of-life? "Heh, that's quite a long way to go."

　　Yan Bang laughed.

　　"It's always better to prepare for a rainy day! "I don't want to end up dying on the street like you, and not even a body can be collected!"