Chapter 596: Sneer at himself, ridicule men (1/2)

Sure enough, the door to the basement was open.

Snowfall is sharp. After all, he spent five years by the old and treacherous Hetun. He Tun's behavior style, she still knows a little.

Will Hetun have such a good heart? Anyone she goes in to visit Feng Xinglang?

Maybe as soon as she goes in, Xing Ba will lock her in the basement together with Feng Xinglang!

As a result, Xue Luo began to linger in the living room again.

Do you go in or not?

Xue Luo felt that his mind could not be calmed down. The whole person was wrapped in a dry body, and there was no way out.

It seemed that her heart had been taken away by the man in the basement!

Really as Xing Ba said: Feng Xinglang is just playing with himself?

Is he necessary?

This is totally incompatible with Feng Xinglang's style! He cannot show weakness to one person, especially not to their mother and child!

In front of Xue Luo, Feng Xinglang has always been strong, arbitrary, and exclusive.

How could Xueluo associate Feng Xinglang with the bitter drama of ”bitter flesh count”.

Lin Xueluo was plagued by layers of unexplained dryness. Twenty minutes later, Xue Luo took out a food tray from the kitchen with black glutinous rice porridge and bacon rolls that men loved.

Xue Luo thought so: even a stranger, she couldn't watch starving to death, didn't she?

Not to mention that the man in the basement is still the son's father!

Snowfall can't be ignored!

Besides, hasn't Xing Ba allowed her to go in to visit Feng Xinglang? He should not dare to disobey Hetun's orders.

And even if she was really locked into the basement, her son Lin Nuo's cleverness and ingenuity would surely find a way to get her out. Snow fell more and more found: the ability of his son Lin Nuo to hold Hetun increased in a straight line!

Xing Ba did not leave the villa, but hid in a hidden place, watching Lin Xueluo's arduous ideological struggle.

Then he watched Lin Xue step into the door step by step, and Xing Ba left.

It seems that I went to my place to get something.

As fast as ghosts.

At every step of the snow fall, she almost looked back and looked at her for a moment, and when she saw that the door was motionless and not closed, she entered the basement carefully.

The basement was really dim. The light from the entrance cannot shine into the small dark room at the inner corner.

I couldn't adapt to the gloomy snowfall for a while, I could only fumble to turn on the wall lamp in the passage. She has been here several times and has lived several times. Not a light car, at least not too strange.

Feng Xinglang was still in the iron fence. He lay sideways on the narrow plank, as if asleep.

The snow fell without disturbing the man. After staring deeply, he placed the food tray in his hand on the ground outside the iron fence.

The gap in the iron fence was enough for a man to stretch his arm to take food one by one.

Xue Luo wanted to say something to the man, but didn't know where to start.

Don't leave yourself thinking about it anymore.

But from beginning to end, Xue Luo never regretted that he had loved this man deeply!

A man is an excellent, even a handsome man. And his handsomeness seemed to be infected with black mandala-like venom: the floral fragrance was light and elegant, but it was fatal!