Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

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When the snow fell downstairs, he was met by the Mo butler hurriedly trotting into Feng's living room and walking in haste.

"Ma'am, what about Master Er?" Mo's housekeeper asked anxiously when he saw the snow fall first.

"Xing Lang should have dinner in the downstairs room. Butler Mo, what happened?"

Xue Luo could feel the seriousness on Mo's face, and something tricky should have happened. Because Mo Steward has never been surprised. The things that made him so anxious were absolutely no trivial matter.

Housekeeper Mo did not answer Xueluo's question, but walked toward the guest room downstairs.

"Master No. 2, the big deal is not good." In the corridor aisle, Mo Butler met Feng Xinglang.

"Go to the study." Feng Xinglang knew clearly that Mo's housekeeper would not be surprised by a little wind and waves.

"Okay." Butler Mo followed the steps of Feng Xinglang and entered the study.

After the study door was closed tightly, the housekeeper Mo lowered his voice and said, "Master Second, look, this is the testament drafted by Master Young. I copied it from a lawyer.

"Will? My brother is good, what will he make?" Feng Xinglang sternly. But when he took the file and checked the will in Feng Lixin that the lawyer had drafted, the whole man was furious.

"My brother is going to give Feng Yiming his hand to Feng Yiming? Is he crazy?" This was impossible for Feng Xinglang to understand. Feng Yiming was one of the suspects who harmed the Feng family brothers. He not only has the motive for committing the crime, but also has a premeditated plan for committing the crime.

"Master Two, I think Master Master does this, no doubt he wants to protect your younger brother! Only if you give Feng Yiming the Feng Group, he will let you go alive! Master Little is trying to make a fortune to solve the disaster for you. Well-intentioned! "Old housekeeper Mo tears.

Perhaps until the moment of his death, Feng Lixin still remembered his half-brother. In order to seal Xinglang, he can give up everything, including his own life! But the more this happened, the more Feng Xinglang couldn't let go! He wouldn't just watch Feng Yiming take everything that belonged to his big brother Feng Lixin!

"Feng Xinglang is here with me. He Feng Yiming will never want to get the Feng's Group!" Feng Xinglang's eyes cracked once again the flame of hatred.

"But Master Da is the heir of the Feng's Group. He has the power to make a will and determine the ownership of the legal representative of the Feng's Group!" Mo Steward reminded.

Feng Xinglang gathered Yingying's eyebrows, pondered for a moment, calmly: "If my brother knew that Lan Youyou's woman wasn't dead ... Do you think he would be so depressed?"

"What? Miss Lan isn't dead?" Butler Mo also brightened, "Is the news reliable?"

"It should be reliable! It's just that the woman seems to be hiding something deliberately, hiding herself deeply!" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and pointed at the rhythm of the drafted will.

"This is really good news ..." But then, the housekeeper Mo sighed again. "Maybe it's bad news!"

"It could be bad news? How do you say that?" Feng Xinglang asked in a deep voice.

"You know, Master Two. When Master Young is pursuing Miss Lan, he can be described as affectionate. Master Young will be happy when he learns that Miss Lan is not dead, but after that? With the master's nature and temper He will inferior to his current situation. Wanting to love but not loving will only make the younger master more painful! "After serving in the family for thirty years, the Mo steward really understood the young master Feng Lixin's state of mind.

"Why can't you love if you want to love? As long as my brother likes it, even if it is forced to win, I will bundle Lan Youyou into my brother's bed!" Feng Xinglang gave a cold sigh. As long as Feng Lixin wants, he will be perfect.

But the Mo steward just shook his head and sighed: Perhaps what Feng Dasha is lacking is the domineering power of the Second Master.

It was late at night, and Xue Luo was sitting at the desk conceiving the general frame of the graduation thesis. She is studying the Department of Visual Communication Design, and she hasn't practiced in practice, so she can only talk about it on paper.

Feng Xinglang came in and threw a thick stack of documents on the desk.

"This is the information of the Feng Group, you must read it tonight. There is a book of appointment and removal, it is best to memorize it. You and my brother will go to the Feng Group to hold a shareholders meeting tomorrow!"

Xue Luo picked up the information and glanced a few times, asking a little unsurely, "Feng Xinglang, won't you go with your brother?"

The Feng Group still has a small reputation in Shencheng. Xue Luo hasn't seen the big world before. What kind of shareholder meeting is going to be held with Feng Lixin?

Seeing the woman's eyes wanting to rely on his feelings, Feng Xinglang slightly pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Don't you always keep thinking about spending time with my brother alone? I give you this opportunity."

"But ... but your brother definitely needs you at such a big shareholder meeting." Xue Luo murmured anxiously.

"Does my brother need me? Or do you need me?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

Xue Luo's lovely face was slightly red, "Of course your brother needs you! You are his younger brother, and you must help him to take care of the Feng's group together!"

However, Feng Xinglang sighed slightly, "Unfortunately, my illegitimate child is not treated by Feng's family! Since the day I was led into Feng's family, I have been deprived of the right to inherit any property of the family!

Feng Xinglang said nothing without sadness. It also seems to carry a sense of indecision. The Fengs group, he Fengxinglang never cared!

However, he didn't care that it didn't mean that he would let his elder brother Feng Lixin leave it to Feng Yiming.

"Feng Xinglang, would you like to go tomorrow? Even if you help your brother." Xue Luo begged again.

He Fengxinglang will certainly go! The last way is a bit different.

Suddenly, Feng Xing Lang Fei's thin lips lightened, and a word of charm fluttered out: "You can also follow me tomorrow ... but you have to follow me tonight and leave me in your room!"

Xue Luo's teeth were so itchy, he bit his words and said, "Feng Xinglang, go out now! Immediately! Immediately!"

"..." If nothing else is going on tonight, it seems funny to leave this little woman with prickles all over.

***

It was almost nine o'clock when Xue Luo woke up because the document was seen too late.

Why didn't the **** cell phone alarm ring? The snow fell and rushed into the bathroom, quickly washing himself. Just put on a ponytail, put on a light makeup and trot out.

The young and beautiful snow fell, full of vitality. People look extraordinarily comfortable, warm atrium like warm sun.

In the living room, 'Feng Lixin' seemed to have eaten breakfast, and was sitting quietly in a wheelchair waiting for the late snow to fall. When snow falling like a light butterfly came into his eyes, there was a flash of bright light in those eyes.

"Feng Lixin" who can sit, eat, move, and even make fun of the snow is definitely not the deity of Feng Lixin. It was Feng Xinglang wearing half-length artificial skin.

"Li Xin, I'm sorry ... I'm up late. Will you wait for a long time?" Xue Luo immediately crouched over, sincerely holding Feng Xinglang's hand wrapped in leather goods. A scar is covered with weird hands.