Chapter 242: So he doesnt need love! (1/2)

Feng Xinglang took the crumbling woman into his arms like a cheetah.

However, Xue Luo was disappointed and pushed back and forth, waiting for a galaxy between him and her to draw a line.

”Ma'am, did you break your leg last night? Where's the uncle?” An An rushed forward to ask.

”No, no! I went back to school. Li Xin, I'll see you again someday.”

Xue Luo shouted, pushed Feng Xinglang's strong arm, and walked toward the living room door without turning his head. Although his knees are hurting hard. Xue Luo could only bite her teeth and walk scalp hard. She didn't want to be seen anything strange on her knees.

”Dr. Jin, please take my brother upstairs to rest.”

After urging, Feng Xinglang turned and walked away from the living room, chasing after Xue Luo's departure.

Lan Youyou has been watching all this quietly.

It seemed that she realized that it was not impossible for Feng Xinglang to interfere with Lin Xueluo's white lotus!

Sometimes the simplicity of a woman becomes a fatal attraction for a man.

Feng Xinglang is a man with a deep city and attacking the ingenuity; Lin Xueluo's simplicity has just made up for this.

It's her blue yo, it is absolutely impossible to think of sending a tumbler to a man!

Childish sour! People in their twenties are even sending toys for little P children?

Ke Xuexue not only gave away, but also pleased Feng Lixin! And this kind of love is even more from the heart.

Feng Lixin's mood is bright, and Feng Xinglang's mood will naturally be better!

Therefore, Feng Xinglang ran out to chase Lin Xueluo's white lotus.

Feng Xinglang should have been moved by the naive, toothache-like behavior of White Lotus. Sometimes it doesn't take much sensational words to move a person, maybe only between ordinary bits.

Lan Youyou deeply felt that if he didn't take any action, this man might really be snatched by Lin Xueluo's white lotus!

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Xue Luo's knee was injured last night, so she didn't walk fast.

Although she kept gritting her teeth, she wanted to make herself go faster, and go faster.

The man rushed over from behind her, and with his strong physique suppressed, he suddenly filled the snow.

”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Do you still want to lose me once? I have come out by myself, and I don't need you to throw it again!”

Xue Luo struggled in resentment. She was really fed up with the man's violence.

She is a living person, not trash, nor is he a plaything that Feng Xinglang can treat wildly.

”Injured leg?”

Feng Xinglang leaned over to look at the snow falling legs.

Because his knee was injured, he could not wear jeans, and Xue Luo could only wear a woolen skirt with a long ankle. This skirt was borrowed from Yuan Duoduo.

Yuan Duoduo almost never wore calfless skirts or pants, or jeans or these ankle-length skirts. She didn't want others to see her lame legs. Although it can't be distinguished by others after surgical correction.

With a short skirt, Feng Xinglang saw Lin Xueluo's bandaged left knee.

The snow fell in a panic, and quickly pressed his skirt with his own hand.

”Feng Xinglang, don't touch me! Don't care about me any more! In your eyes, I have never seen me as Xue Xueluo! I don't need any care from you, but from now on, you Stop bullying me! ”