Chapter 668: Posing a pretty sister (2/2)
But is it because his heart doesn't want to see it, or does his face don't want to see it?
”Xue Luo, you still have to go downstairs quickly, but don't let Feng Xinglang embarrass you again! Really, you divorced, who did our Xia family mess with? But we will suffer with you!”
Seeing Xue Luo refuse to rise, Wen Meijuan flickered.
”After the old witch, don't kill me and kiss my mommy! I will go downstairs with you! If you dare to kill my mommy, I will tell my dad that you bully me and mommy!”
The little guy snapped a cry, and stopped Wen Meijuan's revelation.
In the living room downstairs, the Xia family almost served tea and politely to Feng Xinglang.
”Bastard Feng Xinglang! Why did you come here? If it weren't for you being my dad's part, you could be out!”
The little boy complained angrily about his late father Feng Xinglang who appeared later.
Feng Xinglang squatted over and took his barefoot son warmly.
”Daddy just wants to dress himself up a bit more handsome, and chase your mother back with full spirit!”
”It's late! My mommy doesn't want to see you anymore!”
Behind the little guy, Feng Xinglang did not see Lin Xueluo.
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Xue Luo lay still on the cymbal, glanced at the story book of his son Lin Nuo with one glance.
Waiting for time to pass!
The gentleman's knocking came, letting Xueluo's messy mood twist slightly.
”Nono?”
She called. But no one answered from the door. Hesitated for a few seconds. When the knock came again, Xue Luo stood up and opened the door.
So she saw Feng Xinglang with a rose in her mouth.
He leaned on the side of the door, and put on a pretty girl pose ...
Well, Xue Luo admitted that the moment she saw Feng Xinglang, her whole body moved inexplicably.
After the tremor of that soul trembled, Xue Luo said nothing, and closed the door of the room straight ... But Feng Xinglang seemed to have been prepared to put his strong leg into the crack of the door.
The door of the room can't be closed naturally! But the snow fell against the door hard!
”It hurts ... Really willing to work hard?”
Men's words, like soaking in hot springs, like soft feathers, glide over the apex of the snow falling.
”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?”
Snow fell cold and questioned.
”I didn't want to do anything! Nono said that you only drank a bowl of millet porridge for dinner. I was afraid you would starve my future wife, my son's mother, so I went upstairs to give you food!”
Feng Xinglang clearly felt that the strength of the woman against the door had been relieved.
”I'm full, you should find another good person to be your wife!”
The sound of snow falling was trembling slightly.
”Lin Xueluo, do you know when you are the most beautiful?”
The man asked. The sound is seductive like a fine wine.
”It's when you take the initiative to kiss me! Beautiful!” The man asked himself.
”I, when did I kiss you?”
Xue fell with a white face, and she was instantly ashamed.
”It used to be irrelevant ... but in the near future, you will take the initiative to kiss me! Repeatedly, endlessly ...”