Chapter 301: Take your dirty hands away! (1/2)

Knowing that he could not say Feng Xinglang, Feng Lixin chose to directly ask Lan Youyou.

And Lan Youyou's investment towards Feng Xinglang is similar to the light of discussion and asking for help. To a certain extent, she has told Feng Lixin: Lan Youyou knows Feng Xinglang! And they also chose to hide from him! ”I'd like to know her early, and still give her a chance to do bad things that hurt you?”

Feng Xinglang took the conversation. In every word, he was infected with the seeds of fire of his anger and hatred. A handsome face was also gloomy.

This is a cliché again! It's been more than half a year since it happened, which pot can't be opened?

Lan Youyou didn't realize it deeply: her own injury to Feng Lixin was extremely difficult to write, and it was even more outrageous!

Feng Xinglang shouted so fiercely, Lan Youyou no longer snorted, and began to apply her nail polish with a sullen head.

”Why roar again? Is your voice loud?”

Feng Lixin chose to stop this topic. No matter what kind of past there was between Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou, he didn't want to see Feng Xinglang to hurt Lan Youyou.

Feng Xinglang seems to be more and more aware that his elder brother Feng Lixin loves Lan Youyou, a demon woman, who has fallen in love with her bones and has been integrated into her blood. Without self-esteem, without self. You can die for her, or you can live for her! It's not as humble as a dust! ”I'm not bragging. If I practice hard, my voice will definitely be another Pavarotti!”

Feng Xinglang is also maintaining a fragile heart of Feng Lixin in a humorous and witty manner.

What's wrong with my brother? ”Hahahaha ...” Lan Youyou was a bunch of silver bell laughter, ”You are much more handsome than Pavarotti!”

Feng Xinglang glared at Lan Youyou, the original creator.

”Just know that I am fierce!” Lan Youyou glanced back at Feng Xinglang with a hearty red lips, but he gave up and no longer said a word.

Feng Lixin, who seemed sensitive, discovered once again: As long as her brother Feng Xinglang was there, she would be happy.

Or, every time she looked forward in the Feng's living room, it was not him Li Fengxin who was waiting, but Feng Xinglang! The more you associate, the more you feel like that! Not just like, but iron facts!

Feng Lixin's hand dangled from his side, and began to exert himself uncontrollably. He wanted to clenched his boxers, but he couldn't clenched.

He hated to death his disobedient limbs! Anxious to cut them one by one! And his unrecognizable face! What's the use of keeping it? It's better to die than to die! Feng Lixin's breathing began to be short. He could even hear the pressure that his lungs couldn't bear, snoring.

”Brother ... brother ... what's wrong with you? Can't you catch your breath? Slowly, slowly, don't worry ...”

Feng Xinglang held Feng Lixin in his arms and caressed, while yelling at Lan Youyou with nail polish.

”Lan Youyou, throw your **** nail polish out of the window! Hurry up!”

Nail polish is a highly volatile chemical and it is not suitable for smearing it in a closed car. Not to mention Feng Lixin who has difficulty breathing in the car! Feng Youlang, who was unscrupulously rubbing her nail polish, was suddenly so yelled that the whole person was bad.

Seeing Lan Youyou still indifferent, Feng Xinglang seized the nail polish in her hand and threw it out of the window without looking.

The business car has been parked by the housekeeper on the side of the road, opening the door to let the acrid air inside convection out.

Feng Lixin's physique is much better than a month ago. The nail polish just now is indeed the cause of his dyspnea; what really makes Feng Lixin difficult to breathe is the inexorable depression in his heart.

In the end, he eased the rush and almost made him breathless.

”Lan Youyou, in the future, you are not allowed to apply any nail polish, okay?”

Obviously, Feng Xinglang's anger had not subsided yet, and he slammed at Lanyou.