Chapter 311: Go to the kitchen to steal yogurt (1/2)

Feng Xinglang, who returned from Pi Xing and Dai Yue, could not help frowning slightly when he heard the snoring sound coming from the kitchen.

He took off his leather shoes at the entrance, and approached the kitchen cautiously.

At this point in time, and in a dark environment, who will be in the kitchen?

Feng Lixin naturally wouldn't; Mo butler and An An don't have to be so sneaky, they don't even dare to turn on the lights.

Then only Lan Youyou and Lin Xue fell.

Lan Youyou's fairy always eats less than birds at night, and it should not be her!

Isn't it just Lin Xueluo's silly white sweet?

Feng Xinglang's whole body is inexplicably excited!

Feng Xinglang was standing on the glass frame of the kitchen, so he watched as if he was sitting silly on the non-slip mat with warm eyes, and was concentrating on Lin Xuelu, who was eating big fruit yogurt.

Seems hungry, Xue Luo eats very hard.

I think if you add a few pieces of potato cakes, or one or two red bean pie, this fruit yogurt will taste better.

So, Xue Luo got up, and began to look for the leftover red pie at night near the oven.

With a click, I don't know if I touched the button of the oven, the oven beeps.

Just as Xue Luo wanted to unplug the oven, the lights in the kitchen lighted up instantly, dazzling the entire kitchen.

The snow fell in a panic, and some uncomfortable hands blocked his eyes, and a strong figure suppressed her.

”Feng ... Feng Xinglang? You ... how did you get back, came back?”

Xue Luo asked a very silly and naive word. This home was his site, and of course he wanted to return.

As for the time to return, there is no need to explain to Lin Xueluo at all, okay?

”hungry?”

Feng Xinglang asked softly.

At the corner of Xue Lip's lips, there was white yogurt; Feng Xinglang came over, and even took the white yogurt with the tip of his tongue.

The snow fell instantly petrified. I even forgot all the resistance. Not to mention escape from this dangerous man!

”I'm also hungry ... feed me.” Feng Xinglang imprisoned Xue Luo between him and the cabinet.

The snow fell so close that he could smell the strong breath of whiskey in the breath exhaled by the man.

”I'm done, I'll give it to you!”

Xue Luo meekly delivered the yogurt in her hand to Feng Xinglang.

”But I don't want to eat this.”

Feng Xinglang's strong legs have been explored; spreading the snow-falling feet, forcing her to stay together.

”There are still in the refrigerator! The ones are blueberry grains. You should like to eat them.”

Xue Luo didn't know what the man wanted, but she felt strongly that the man at the moment was very dangerous.

Not tight is the breath he exhales, and his movements.

Correct! His moves are very dangerous!

”I want something else.”

Feng Xinglang's voice was low, dumb, mixed with a slight scent of wine, and it sounded drunk.

”Then I'll call An Yan. Cook noodles for you.”

The snow fell trembling slightly. Because the robes on her body had been untied at an unknown time. And there is a hand that does not belong to her, measuring the size of her various parts.

This woman can be stupid!

”I want to eat your appetizers first!”

Feng Xinglang is not flirting with the woman, because Lin Xueluo is only suitable for going straight to the final subject.

As for the middle part, it is easier to skip it.