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Feng Qisong watched Bai Hemian's reaction with cold eyes, taking in all his joy, full of irritability.

Obviously the person in front of Bai Hemian is himself, but what he thinks is the "good friend" that he fabricated out of thin air.

Feng Qisong's hands resting on the armrest of the wheelchair were clenched slightly, and he put the Yuhua Stone snatched from Bai Hemian's hand in his close pocket.

Bai Hemian regards the Yuhua Stone as a token of love, so why not Feng Qisong?

But Young Master Bai will never like him.

"Second Brother Feng?"

Feng Qisong suddenly came back to his senses, his heart turned a thousand times, but his expression was calm: "Don't you want to take a look?"

"what?"

"Letter." Feng Qisong lowered his eyes and took out the letter from his arms, "I didn't read it."

The envelope was sealed perfectly as Feng Qisong said.

Bai Hemian looked at Second Master Feng tangledly, but didn't take the envelope immediately.

He was really happy that his friend still remembered him as a person, but after signing the paperwork, he should play the role of Brother Feng's husband and wife well and not have any involvement with other men.

And Bai Hemian always felt that there were emotions brewing in Feng Qisong's eyes that he couldn't understand, as long as he accepted the letter, these emotions would be buried in his heart forever.

Bai Hemian shivered, and retracted his raised arms.

Feng Qisong was taken aback: "Don't watch?"

He nodded hesitantly: "Don't look."

"Why?" Feng Qisong involuntarily moved closer to him, "Do you... feel sorry for your friendship because you kissed me?"

Bai Hemian was very embarrassed: "Isn't it just a kiss?"

"...He and I didn't make a private decision for life, why do we seem to have done something shameful?" He pushed Feng Qisong away annoyed, "Second Brother Feng, stop making fun of me, I'm Since I have agreed to be your husband and wife, I will never do anything wrong to you in this year."

After Bai Hemian finished speaking, he probably felt that he was not such a trustworthy person, so he made up for it: "Even if it's a letter from a good friend, I won't read it. Please save it for me."

"After that year..."

"Let's talk about the future." Bai Hemian pushed the wheelchair aggrievedly, thinking, where will I find a good friend in a year?But he looked at Feng Qisong's legs, and couldn't help but sigh again.

If you can't find it, you can't find it. To be a human being, you must be conscientious, and you can't leave your savior behind for your own selfish desires.

Bai Hemian thought for a while in a daze, figured himself out, and then became nervous again.

Chen Yueye is dead, Chen Beidou will definitely not let it go, even if there is no evidence, he will put the crime on Feng Qisong, who is also the deputy commander.

Sooner or later, the Feng family and the Chen family will tear each other apart.

There was a bang, and lightning and thunder began to thunder outside the window again. Qian Shan ran in from the outside with an umbrella in his hand. Seeing Bai Hemian pushing Feng Qisong, worry appeared on his face again: "Little master, you just push slowly like this. Don't run away."

When the man in his 20s spoke, his tone was full of frustration from the two of them: "Second Master, do you still need me to push the wheelchair?"

"It's raining outside again?" Feng Qisong couldn't bear it, "He Mian, take a rest and let Qian Shan push."

Bai Hemian stepped aside obediently, and quickly glanced at Erye Feng's legs.

"Master Bai?" Mrs. Liang also came back with the written prescription, "You must keep it well, if it works...don't forget to tell me."

Mrs. Liang blinked ambiguously twice, twisted her waist and walked away.

Feng Qisong had also been pushed out of the house by Qian Shan, sitting in a wheelchair looking at the dark sky.

It was also such a stormy night, the dying boss Feng was carried into Feng's house by the guards.

At that time, Feng Qisong had a youthful spirit. Seeing that his brother was dying, his eyes were red, and he immediately took a gun to avenge his brother.

With only one breath left, Boss Feng grabbed him with his last breath of strength: "Second brother, Brother Suan, please, don't go!"

Boss Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood as he said, "Your third child is young, and I'm leaving, leaving only you in the Feng family... If you don't want my years of hard work to go to waste, just hold back! There will always be a day when you can take revenge... "

Feng Qisong nodded his head with difficulty, knelt beside the bed, and called out "Brother" in a hoarse voice.

"Fortunately, the third child didn't see me now." Boss Feng lay on the bed slowly, his eyes suddenly burst into light, as if looking back, "He is young and can't stand the scare. He told me before Go to suppress the bandits, and you will cry when you see a dead person."

A dying person wanted to say too much, Feng Qisong knelt down with a pale face, forcing himself not to look at the pool of blood pooled on the edge of the bed.

His elder brother might have lost all the blood in his body.

"Brother didn't live up to expectations, and he didn't leave any blood at the end." Boss Feng was stunned for a while, his stern eyebrows and eyes softened, and he stretched out his hand to rub Feng Qisong's head tremblingly, "The third brother's life is good. Betrothed him."

"But Qisong, what about you?"

Feng Qisong's eyes were red, and he didn't dare to tell Boss Feng his dirty thoughts about Bai Hemian. He lowered his head and murmured: "I don't care."

He thought that it really didn't matter to him, he was just watching Young Master Bai marry in and endured for ten or a half years. Anyway, from the moment he touched the gun, he was ready to die in battle.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..." Boss Feng seemed about to cry, "That's what I said when I knelt in front of my parents."

"It doesn't matter what's the matter? It's nothing more than what you ask for."

Feng Qisong suddenly raised his head, looking at his brother in disbelief.

"I know." Boss Feng's hand fell on his shoulder, and the melancholy in his eyes seeped into lifelessness, "I knew it since you stopped preventing the third brother's marriage."

More blood poured out from the corner of Boss Feng's mouth.

"Brother..." Feng Qisong held the elder brother's hand in a panic, "I won't rob someone from the third child, I don't like him anymore, you...you..."

Boss Feng was speechless, watching his broken brother sadly.

"Go at ease." Feng Qisong said in a voice that only he could hear, "I will support the entire Feng family and make you feel at ease."

When the boss of the Feng family finally died, the blood gushing out from his body soaked the sheets, and even the bed was stained with blood that couldn't be washed off.

Boss Feng still maintained the posture of looking at Feng Qisong, unwilling to die.

From then on, Feng Qisong was no longer the second young master who could go abroad casually and leave. He became the pillar of the Feng family and consciously took over the responsibility of the elder brother during his lifetime.

Later, Feng Qisong's leg was injured, and it happened that Chen Beidou went to the north.In order to hide his edge, and also to recharge his energy, he pretended to be lame, and pretended to dismiss his subordinates, leaving only one guard in the city.

In this way, the higher-ups were no longer afraid of the Feng family, and Feng Qisong also used this time to investigate the truth of his elder brother's tragic death step by step.

Bai Hemian is a variable.

After the death of Boss Feng, Feng Qisong restrained himself extremely strictly. He learned to keep his feelings deep in his heart, and also learned to look at the person he loved from afar, but Feng Wobai actually tore up the marriage certificate after being drunk.

Feng Qisong's feelings that he had endured for many years erupted, burning his reason vigorously.

Outsiders see Feng Qisong as unfathomable as before, but only he knows that the current Second Master Feng is about to become a desperate shell of Bai Hemian.