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"That shouldn\'t be the case!"

Xueluo muttered, "According to the direction of the plot, shouldn\'t your Bai Mo be grinning from ear to ear?"

Xueluo glanced at the direction of the washroom again, "Could it be that she was overjoyed and was depressed?"

In short, Xueluo was puzzled: Bai Mo, who clearly knew that his wife had given him two of her own daughter, would actually have such a reaction? Probably because she was angry that I lied to him! It hurts his man\'s self-esteem! "

Yuan Duoduo sighed lightly.

Xueluo was silent for a moment.

She suddenly thought back to the scene when she used an unborn baby to deceive her husband, Feng Xinglang.

She would never forget Feng Xinglang\'s fury for the rest of her life; at that moment, the man who was burning with fury was about to eat her alive!

The heavens had also fiercely taken revenge on her deceit, making her pay the price of losing a child!

Xueluo\'s heart ached with pain.

It was as if at this moment, she could understand why Bai Mo had such a cold face.

"Duo Duo, you better pacify Bai Mo! No one would be able to accept being deceived by someone they loved and loved! "

Duo Duo silently nodded her head.

Bai Mo who was in the bathroom, should have heard it. His handsome eyebrows were pinched and a chill went down his spine.

So it turned out that the entire world knew that Doudou and Yaya were his biological daughters, and only he, Bai Mo, was kept in the dark like a fool.

And it was no wonder that Feng Xinglang would say those strange words to him time and time again!

Once again, Bai Mo was fiercely concealed and deceived by the people closest to him!

He had used all sorts of flags to truly injure the person he was involved in! … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

"Uncle Big Bai, you\'re pinching the balls of your hands … It hurt so much! You\'ve already washed your face multiple times! "

She wrinkled her petite face as she looked at Bai Mo\'s pinky red hands that were rubbing around her.

Because he was uneasy, Bai Mo kept washing his hands.

After calming down, Bai Mo immediately took a tissue to wipe the ball of small hands dry, "I\'ve finished washing."

"Can I see the baby now?"

"Go. "Remember to be gentle."

The little cutie nodded her head like a rattle, "I got it. The ball must be light. "

Watching as the group of people left the washroom, Bai Mo stayed still and did not make a sound.

Maybe what Bai Mo was angry at was not because Yuan Duoduo was deceiving him, but because he was angry at himself!

Why couldn\'t he be trusted?

Or was he not worth the trust of others?

Because he was weak? Not decisive and resolute enough? Or was it some other reason?

In fact, everyone in our lives longs to be needed and trusted!

It was the same for Bai Mo! He also desired it!

Especially since he was already the father of his two daughters!

Just as Feng Xinglang was about to leave for Bai\'s mansion to fetch his wife and niece, he was stopped by an uninvited Yan Bang who stopped in his office.

Yan Bang\'s face tensed up. The gaze he used to stare at Feng Xinglang was deep and heavy.

"What\'s wrong? It is as though I have died a father! "

Feng Xinglang swept a glance at Yan Bang, and sat back in his large chair, "Aren\'t you in confinement? If I keep a low profile, I\'ll die! "

In regards to Feng Xinglang\'s curses, Yan Bang would never care about them.

But this time, Yan Bang\'s eyes were filled with endless desolation. Perhaps it would be more effective than letting his father die.

"Feng Xinglang, my brain isn\'t working, and I\'m not as smart as you. I want to hear from your own mouth: Have you already chosen Cong Gang? "

Yan Bang\'s sudden question made him frown. It seemed like the purpose of Yan Bang\'s trip was to ask this question.

The corner of Feng Xinglang\'s mouth curled up in anger but he did not show it.

Picking up the lilac tea that was used to nourish the stomach, he took a sip and asked lightly, "Tell me, what news did you hear?"

"Feng Xinglang, you just have to answer me: have you already made a choice between me and Cong Gang?"

Yan Bang\'s words were forced out from his suppressed chest cavity, bringing about a hissing sound.

Feng Xinglang squinted at him for a moment, then slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

The main function of this lilac tea is to nourish the stomach and to treat the cold in the stomach. It was the woman who reminded him to drink some every day.

Actually, Feng Xinglang\'s stomach disease had already healed long ago, but he still obediently continued to recuperate.

He liked the way a woman looked when she was nervous about him. There was an indescribable seductiveness that made him want to eat her.

"After I finished listening to Nina\'s quarterly report in the morning, I was still thinking: It seems that that bastard Cong Gang has not made a move for a long time! However, the moment you appeared, I knew that you were going to be tricked again, you son of a b * tch! "

Raising his head to once again sweep Yan Bang a glance, Feng Xinglang shook his head and let out a light sigh in disappointment.

"What do you mean?" Yan Bang asked.

"It\'s not interesting!" "I just think: with your intelligence, it\'s not easy to live to this point!"

Feng Xinglang massaged his aching temples.

Yan Bang was silent.

"Tell me, what kind of trick did Cong Gang come up with this time?"

Seeing Yan Bang being silent, Feng Xinglang took the initiative to ask.

Was she forcing him to do a multiple choice question this time? Or was it some amazing plot to borrow a knife to kill?

"Cong Gang has begun to rebuild his haunted house in Qibei Mountain City with such fanfare! You know about this, don\'t you? "

Yan Bang\'s nose had a sizzling sound.

What did it mean for Cong Gang to build the haunted house after it was destroyed by Xing Er?

This meant that Cong Gang wanted to stay in the Shen City for a long time!

In other words, without Feng Xinglang\'s permission, how could Cong Gang dare to act so rashly?!

"I\'m not the City Planning Bureau, what\'s Cong Gang fixing his haunted house got to do with me?"

Although Feng Xinglang scolded Yan Bang like that, his eyes were filled with unexplainable anger.

What was this Cong Gang trying to do?

He was openly repairing his haunted house. Was he challenging Yan Bang, or him, Feng Xinglang?

His haunted house was destroyed by Xing Er, who was from the Hetun …

Could it be that the last person he wanted to challenge was Hetun?

No matter what Cong Gang wanted to do, Feng Xinglang was not in a good mood!

Although Lan Youyou did not confess, and Cong Gang also denied it, Feng Xinglang had a feeling that Lan Youyou being able to scheme and harm her wife Xueluo was definitely related to Cong Gang.

Sometimes, what was bad was not the occasional words or deeds, but the motivation!

Feng Xinglang had always been searching for and locating a rational motive for Cong Gang!

It was like a precious item. The taboo was not for thieves to steal, but for thieves to keep track of!

"Then I\'ll bring people to flatten his ghost house. You don\'t have any objections, do you?"

Yan Bang asked.

Feng Xinglang immediately looked at Yan Bang coldly, "Yan Bang, before you do anything, can\'t you use your brain first?"

He looked at the time dryly, "That\'s enough, I won\'t beat around the bush! If I were you, I\'d sit back and watch the fight! Let the people from the Hetun go destroy Cong Gang, and then reap the benefits of being the fisherman! "

"Let the Hetun get rid of Cong Gang?"

Yan Bang raised his thick and pitch-black eyebrows. "Hetun is your father! Will you be willing to part with it? "