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　　Chapter 163: Who shall accompany Feng Lixin in death

　　Actually, Xueluo had seen Feng Lixin before.

　　That was when his uncle Feng Yiming brought a large nation of shareholders, as well as some medical examiners to Feng Family in order to test the medical ability of his nephew, Feng Lixin. That was the only time Xueluo ever went into Feng Lixin's medical treatment room.

　　At that time, the first feeling Xueluo got from the treatment room was cold. It was several degrees lower than the temperature outside. And it was mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

　　The room was dark. Xueluo could only faintly see the Feng Lixin laying on the made bed.

　　To be honest, at that time, Xueluo did not see Feng Lixin's appearance clearly. He only felt that Feng Lixin, who was wrapped in all sorts of vital signs monitoring devices, was truly pitiful. A fresh life was bound to the cold medical apparatus.

　　At that time, Xueluo only cared about mourning for Feng Lixin's misfortune, and did not think about other things. He only felt that Feng Lixin's condition had worsened, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

　　How would Xueluo know that that was only the real Feng Lixin. And the 'Feng Lixin' who walked out of the treatment room was only the disguise of that vile man, Feng Xinglang.

　　Why doesn't he, Feng Xinglang agree to let me in to see Feng Lixin? I am Feng Lixin's wife, and I am his first guardian. Why wouldn't Feng Xinglang agree? "

　　It's Feng Xinglang again! Xueluo could no longer hold it in, "At this point of time, he, Feng Xinglang, is like a tyrant. He wants to cover the sky with one hand, and if you don't allow him to do so, then who gave him the authority to do so!?"

　　Just as Xueluo was arguing with Butler Mo, someone slowly opened the door from the inside. And then, Feng Xinglang's tall and straight body, appeared in front of Xueluo.

　　Xueluo was startled.

　　It had only been a few days, yet the man looked haggard and haggard for years: his short hair, which had been healthy before, was in disarray from lack of maintenance; the green beard that stuck out of his face; the wrinkled clothes … It had only been three days, and Feng Xinglang was already acting like a Syrian refugee!

　　The man's blood-red eyes and cracked lips stung Xueluo's heart.

　　At this moment, Xueluo could no longer say anything to reprimand this man.