Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

### Chapter 45 - If you want to love, you can't love

When Xueluo went downstairs, he saw Butler Mo running into the Feng Family's living room in a hurry.

"Madam, where is Second Young Master?" Butler Mo saw Xueluo first, and asked anxiously.

"Xinglang should be eating in the guest room downstairs. Butler Mo, what happened? "

Xueluo could feel the seriousness on Housekeeper Mo's face. Something bad must have happened. This was because Butler Mo had always been calm. Something that could make him so anxious was definitely not a trivial matter.

Butler Mo did not answer Xueluo's question, but walked down the stairs with quick steps to the guest room.

"Second Young Master, something bad happened." In the corridor, Butler Mo met Feng Xinglang.

"Let's talk in the study." Feng Xinglang was very clear that Butler Mo would not go through such a small change just because of something small.

"Alright." Butler Mo followed Feng Xinglang into the study.

After closing the door tightly, Butler Mo lowered his voice and said, "Second Young Master, look, this is the will of the First Young Master. I copied it from the lawyer.

"Will? My brother is fine, what will he make? " Feng Xinglang shouted. But when he took the case and looked through the will that Feng Lixin had his lawyer draw up, he was enraged.

"My brother actually gave the Feng Family Group to Feng Yiming? Is he crazy? " This was something that Feng Xinglang absolutely could not understand. Feng Yiming was one of the suspects in harming the Feng Family brothers. Not only did he have a motive for the crime, but he also had a premeditated plan for it.

"Second Young Master, I think the reason First Young Master did this, was undoubtedly to protect your little brother! Only by giving the Feng Family to Feng Yiming, would he be able to let you go! First Young Master is trying to get rich to help you get rid of this disaster. Tears streamed down Butler Mo's face.

Perhaps, even until the moment of his own death, Feng Lixin still did not forget his younger brother, who was his half-brother. For Feng Xinglang, he could give up anything, even his own life! But the more it was like this, the harder it was for Feng Xinglang to let go! He won't just watch Feng Yiming steal everything that originally belonged to Big Brother Feng Lixin!

"With me, Feng Xinglang, here, he, Feng Yiming, will never think of getting the Feng Group!" The fire of hatred once again burst out of Feng Xinglang's eyes.

"But First Young Master is the successor of the Feng Group. He has the power to make a will and decide the ownership of the legal representatives of the Feng Group!" Butler Mo reminded.

Feng Xinglang frowned, he thought deeply, and said coldly: "If my brother knew that Lan Youyou's woman isn't dead yet …. Do you think he would be so depressed? "

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"What?" "Miss Lan is still alive?" Butler Mo's eyes lit up, "Is this news reliable?"

"It should be reliable! However, that woman seemed to be deliberately avoiding something, as if she was hiding very deeply! " Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes as he tapped his fingers on the wills he had drawn up gently.

"This is indeed good news …" But right after, Butler Mo sighed, "But it might also be bad news!"

"Could it be bad news? "What do you mean?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"Second Young Master, you should also know that when First Young Master was chasing after Miss Lan, it was through deep affection. First Young Master would certainly be happy when he found out that Miss Lan had not died, but what happened afterwards? With First Young Master's personality and temper, he would feel inferior to his current situation. If you want to love but are unable to love, it will only make the First Young Master even more miserable! " Having served the Feng Family for 30 years, Housekeeper Mo clearly understood the state of mind of the First Young Master's Feng Lixin.

"Why can't I love you? As long as my brother likes it, even if he wants to rob me, I will tie Lan Youyou up and throw him onto my brother's bed! " Feng Xinglang scoffed. As long as Feng Lixin wants it, he would grant her wish.

However, Butler Mo only shook his head and sighed, maybe what Young Master Feng lacked was the domineering aura of Second Young Master.

It was already late in the night when Xueluo sat at his desk and began to compose the outline of his graduation thesis. She had studied visual communication design, and as a person who had yet to gain any experience in practice, she could only talk about it on paper.

Feng Xinglang walked in and placed a thick stack of documents on the desk.

"This is the information for the Feng Group. You must finish reading it tonight." There is a letter of appointment and removal, preferably memorized. Tomorrow, you will go with my brother to the Feng Group to convene the shareholders' meeting! "

Xueluo picked up the information and looked through it a few times, then asked unconfidently: "Feng Xinglang, aren't you going to accompany your brother?"

The Feng Group was quite famous in the Shen City. Xueluo had never seen much of the world, but for her to suddenly go with Feng Lixin to hold a general meeting of the shareholders, she was truly a little perturbed.

Seeing the desire to rely on him in the woman's eyes, Feng Xinglang smiled slightly, and said: "Didn't you always say you wanted to be alone with my brother? I'll give you this chance. "

"But... But, such a big event like the shareholders' general meeting, your brother will definitely need you. " Xueluo muttered anxiously.

"My brother needs me? Or do you need me? " Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and asked.

Xueluo's charming face slightly flushed, "Of course your brother needs you! You are his little brother, so you have to help him manage the Feng Group well! "

However, Feng Xinglang sighed slowly, "What a pity, my illegitimate son is not someone that the Feng Family likes! From the day I was accepted into the Feng Family, I was deprived of the right to inherit any of the Feng Family's wealth! "

When Feng Xinglang said these words, there wasn't the slightest bit of sadness in his tone. There seemed to be an unshakeable tone to it. It was just a mere Feng Group, he, Feng Xinglang, had never cared about it!

However, he did not care that it did not mean that he would let his big brother Feng Lixin hold it in front of Feng Yiming freely.

"Feng Xinglang, can you go tomorrow as well? "Just help your brother." Xueluo pleaded once again.

Of course Feng Xinglang would go! However, the way he went there was a bit different.

Suddenly, the corner of Feng Xinglang's lips lifted slightly, as she blurted out a few coquettish words, "If you want me to go with you tomorrow, that's fine too … But tonight you must obey me and let me stay in your room! "

Xueluo grinded his teeth in hatred, biting on each word, "Feng Xinglang, get out of here right now! Immediately! "Immediately!"

"..." If it wasn't for the fact that he had something to do tonight, it would be quite interesting to stay and tease this little woman with thorns.

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Because it was too late to read the document, Xueluo woke up to find that it was already almost nine o'clock.

Why didn't that damn phone ring? Xueluo scrambled into the washroom, and quickly finished washing his face and rinsing his mouth. He put on a simple ponytail, changed into a light makeup, and then jogged out.

The youthful and beautiful Xueluo's entire body was brimming with vitality. It made people feel extremely comfortable, as if there was a warm, sunny day in their hearts.

In the living room, 'Feng Lixin' seemed to have finished his breakfast, and was quietly sitting on the wheelchair, waiting for the late Xueluo. When the graceful, butterfly-like Xueluo appeared before his eyes, his eyes couldn't help but flash with a bright light.

The person who could sit, eat, move, and even tease Xueluo, definitely not Feng Lixin himself. Instead, it was Feng Xinglang with his artificial skin.

"Lixin, I'm sorry … I was late. You've waited too long, haven't you? " Xueluo immediately squatted over and sincerely held onto Feng Xinglang's hands that were wrapped in the leather. A hand full of scars.