Chapter 41: Deserved to suffer from this child! (2/2)

Downstairs, An An has been hovering at the entrance of the stairs. She knew the young couple was awkward, and it was inappropriate for her domestic servant to go upstairs to ask. It was just the state of the snow that just made her feel relieved. After all, she knew that Master Fengjia's second master, Feng Xinglang, was not a person who would pity on Hong Xiangyu!

But after more than ten minutes, Feng Xinglang came downstairs wearing a shirt.

”Second Master, what's the matter with you and your wife?” An Ying stepped forward and asked lovingly while arranging collar buttons for Feng Xinglang.

”Snow has burned her back. She has been eating for the past two days. You need to pay attention.” Feng Xinglang's voice was cold.

”Is it scalded? Is it serious?” An An asked quickly, ”This is all right, how could my wife be burned?”

”Foolish! She's so weak, and she's blocking the hot earthen jar for me? I deserve this pain!”

Obviously, it was an angry and sarcastic word, but An An heard the tenderness in it.

It turned out that my wife was burned to stop the crock for the second master? It seems that the two are ready to go out for a date and have lunch together. An Yan was really happy for Xue Luo and Feng Xinglang.

When Feng Xinglang entered the medical room to visit Feng Lixin, An Ye quickly heated up a bowl of tender pigeon soup and came upstairs. Scar removal is the most nourishing.

Xue Luojing sat on the large festive wedding bed and quietly watched the scalding cream showing the gods: The man was so powerful and overbearing that he couldn't help but apply medicine to himself. If I had known it, I wouldn't stop the man from crocking it. It would be bad for him to misunderstand what he thought was bad about him! Wouldn't that breed him even more?

Now, he has been seen and seen, touched and touched ... Xue Luo's heart has an inexplicable tangle. I can no longer condone Feng Xinglang's rudeness, and feel ashamed of Feng Lixin!

”Ma'am, have some tender pigeon soup. Beauty and skin cleansing.” An Ye sent the pigeon soup to Xue Luo's hand.

The snow fell wrapped in loose silk pajamas, and the whole person was petite and half-wrapped, extraordinarily beautiful. She didn't want to complain about why An An just didn't help her. After all, An An was just a domestic servant, and she couldn't be the master of Feng Xinglang.

I didn't want to drink it, but when I heard that I could cleanse my skin and clean my skin, Xueluo reluctantly drank a few mouthfuls of pigeon soup. She also didn't want to leave ugly scars on her back.

”Ma'am, Master Er just told me to pay attention to your diet these days. We can see that he cares more about you.” An An spared no effort to say good things to Feng Xinglang. The purpose is very clear, that is, to match Xue Luo and Feng Xinglang can love each other.

A young uncle cares for the sister-in-law so much ... This topic is imaginative.

After seeing the snow fall silent, An An began to rush back to Feng Xinglang's good, ”Mrs. Second Master, he just has a cold face and a bad temper, in fact, his heart is still very good. Empathy , Will be a good husband! ”

Xue Luo felt that An An said more and more unreliable, especially the last sentence ‘would be a good husband’. What does this mean? What does it have to do with her Lin Xueluo?

”An An, since you are so optimistic about Feng Xinglang, you should help him find a woman to start a family earlier. It can also be a big help for me and Li Xin!” Xue Luo took An An's words. She couldn't hear An An's praise of Feng Xinglang.

An An apparently stunned for a moment before realizing that Xue Luo had always regarded the young master Feng Lixin as her husband.