Chapter 44: It seems to be fun this day (1/2)

Until Xue Luo took the ashtray from the living room and put it in Feng Xinglang's hand, his sharp eyes softened.

With a cigarette between his clear fingers, he sent it to the ashtray to lighten the ashtray, and then took it to the thin lips to take a deep breath. The smoky smoke sprayed on Xue Luojing's fresh and delicate face. It took her a long time to retreat. But Feng Xinglang grabbed his wrist.

”Hate me?” He asked, thin lips pressed on the smoke, indescribable evil charm.

Snow fell for a moment, and it seemed that Feng Xinglang still had time for self-reflection. I should hate him! Whenever he belittled her **** as an uncle, Xue Luo would hate his teeth. Of course she would not know, but Feng Xinglang's true identity is her legal husband! If she knew that he was so frivolous to her, would she still hate it?

”It's fine when you don't bother and rudely treat me as a bitch.” Xue Luo's soft voice brought a little bit of resentment, and it was really comfortable to hear in the man's ear.

Feng Xinglang smiled with a lip on his lips, looking expensive and angry. He let go of Xue Luo's wrist, and instead used a finger to wind Xue Luo's long hair hanging on his shoulders, ”Why do you always think of yourself as a 'sister-in-law'? Do you like to be my brother's woman so much?”

In this case, how can there be an indescribable sourness? probably not! Because at this moment Feng Xinglang is an indifferent person. For him now, love and love are not in the scope of his consideration.

It seems that Xue Luo is afraid to discuss this topic with Feng Xinglang too deeply. She always felt that this topic was not suitable for a **** to talk to his uncle.

Seeing the man light a cigarette again, Xue Luo frowned slightly. When the man took a deep breath and sent it to the ashtray to light up the ashtray, she reached out without hesitation, trying to pull out the smoke between the men's fingers ... but she did not expect it!

Feng Xinglang instinctively resisted when the falling snow finger touched the cigarette; but under her tender force, she was able to smoothly pull the burning cigarette out of Feng Xinglang's fingers. Then the snow fell and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

In its place was a small potato cake. In the afternoon, while preparing medicated meal for Feng Lixin, I made it by hand. Xue Luo quite likes to eat.

The smoke between the fingers was replaced by a small potato cake by the woman, and Feng Xinglang's handsome appearance had faint subtle changes. This woman is so ... naive!

I instinctively delivered the little potato cake in my hand to my mouth and took a bite. It was soft and glutinous, and it was not unpalatable.

”Is it delicious?” Seeing the man really ate, Xue Luo couldn't help but smile slightly. Maybe she knew: she shouldn't walk so close to Feng Xinglang, let alone ask such intimate words.

”It's okay! It's just too sweet.” Feng Xinglang sent the rest of the sweet potato cake into his mouth.

Are you eating all that sweet? Xue Luo clenched her rosy lips. But my heart is still pretty. To be honest, she also wants to have an obedient uncle. She will care about him and treat him like his brother.

No, Feng Xinglang seems to be several years older than himself! How could it not be her brother Xuelin Luo!

However, Xue Luo also concluded a point: Feng Xinglang did not like sweets.

”Is the burn on my back better?” Feng Xinglang asked. Looking at the woman's blushing face from time to time quietly, I felt that my mood became calm and peaceful. It just happened to tease her by accident, and it seemed to be a fun day.

In fact, when the woman has always regarded him as a little uncle, on the one hand, it is moral restraint, and on the other hand, the intimidation of his 'little uncle', the kind of anger and anger that transforms from a good cat into a tigress, More fun!

”It's better.” Xue Luo answered truthfully.

”Let me see.” Feng Xinglang deliberately raised his voice. ”You can rest assured when you see me!”

Xue Luo immediately backed away alertly, ”No, no need! In the afternoon, An An had already re-applied the scalding cream.”