Chapter 1769 - Waiting for Gentle 45

　　"What did you say?" I didn't hear you. Say that again if you dare? "

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to give Xing s.h.i.+'er a chance to change his mind.

　　"I say … I like Lin Xueluo! From now on, I won't allow you to hurt her! "

　　Such bold words, even Xing s.h.i.+'er himself was stupefied.

　　In terms of liking, maybe Xing s.h.i.+'er did have a good impression of Lin Xueluo. After all, they had been living under the same roof for four to five years.

　　Furthermore, Lin Xueluo had always appeared in front of the Hetun as a gentle, thoughtful and virtuous lady. It was not strange that the always ignorant Xing s.h.i.+'er would have feelings for her.

　　It didn't mean that Xing s.h.i.+'er was determined to marry Lin Xueluo!

　　Because of the limitations of the life circle, Xing s.h.i.+'er thought that he should like Lin Xueluo.

　　"Madam... Madame. Quickly go to the study room and take a look, Second Young Master, he … … He seems to have started fighting with Xing s.h.i.+'er! "

　　The study door was locked. who could not enter came to look for Second Madame Lin Xueluo. Whether it was Xing s.h.i.+'er or Xing s.h.i.+si, everyone in Feng Family felt like they were a wife's cousin. They should listen to Lin Xueluo's words.

　　And the truth was the same!

　　"What?" Xinglang and Old Tweleve fought? "

　　Xueluo who had just put on the soft cotton pants for his youngest son immediately threw the little guy back to his aunt and quickly ran out.

　　The door to the study couldn't be opened, but the sounds of battle could be clearly heard.

　　"Twelve … Xinglang... What are you doing in there? "Quickly open the door!"

　　Xueluo naturally followed his husband, Feng Xinglang. Considering Xing s.h.i.+'er's capabilities, she hurriedly knocked on the door of the study.

　　"Old Tweleve, I'm warning you: If you dare injure my Xinglang, your foster father will definitely not let you off!"

　　With Xing s.h.i.+'er's skill, protecting himself shouldn't be a problem. If he were to kill his husband Feng Xinglang, the situation would be dire.

　　About four or five minutes later, the door to the study was opened.

　　The one who walked out of the study room first was Xing s.h.i.+'er. A defeated Xing s.h.i.+'er. Her left cheek must have suffered a punch from Feng Xinglang. It looked like there was some blood stain on it.

　　Feng Xinglang, who was walking behind Xing s.h.i.+'er, had a much more miserable appearance. His upper lip was slightly swollen, and was even overflowing with blood; his entire right eye was bruised; he must have been severely punched by Xing s.h.i.+'er.

　　"Xinglang... Xinglang, how did you get so injured? "

　　Xueluo walked up to her husband and caressed his face to take a closer look, her heart aching until her eyes were red.

　　Immediately, Xueluo began to interrogate: "Old Tweleve! How can you attack Xinglang with such force? "

　　"It's him who can't handle it! I haven't even used any strength! " Xing s.h.i.+'er rolled his eyes.