Chapter 672: Of course it will be crowded! (1/2)

The heart is sinking, and it is even colder.

With Feng Xinglang's suffocation, even if he was injured, he was able to put ten Lin Xue in his arms.

Maybe she wanted to leave just so wantonly? There are no doors!

But tonight's Feng Xinglang seemed to have enough patience and consideration. He didn't play with hatred with Xue Luo mother and son. After playing the charm card, he started to play the sympathy card. There is always a way to get her down.

”Snow falls, can you not leave me alone?”

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like it was from the back of his throat.

”You have left me alone for five years ... Can you pity me and let me be closer to your mother and son, will you?”

The woman's pace really stopped. As a result, Feng Xinglang continued his low profile to sympathize.

”If you don't think I'm worthy to touch your mother and son, isn't it enough for me to sleep on the floor?”

Xue Luo bit her lip. ”Feng Xinglang, is your dignified Feng Family Master 2 wearing such a low-profile dress pitiful? Still playing on the floor? Do you know how the floor is played?”

”Why don't you know? In the past five years, whether you are in an orphanage, or in Shijie County, or disturbing Yuan Duoduo, sometimes you sleep on the car, sometimes you sleep on the sofa, sometimes you sleep in the caves ... everything Wherever I might go, I have slept! ”

Feng Xinglang's words made Xue Luo burst into tears. Couldn't this man be so emotional? Do you have to say that her heart hurts like a needle?

”Mummy, let's not leave the **** Feng Xinglang again. What if he vomits blood again and there is no one in the room? What should I do? Then Nono has no father!”

The words of his son Lin Nuo exacerbated Xue Luo's distress. The father and son are really capable of performing tragedy.

Ten minutes later, the family of three lay on a cricket that was only 1.5 meters.

Of course it will be crowded!

With Fengxing Lang Jianshuo's physique, he almost took up a meter of breadth, and Xueluo slept only half a meter wide with his son Lin Nuo.

The little guy was lying in the middle of his father and mother, always guarding against Feng Xinglang's possible invasion of his mother and snowfall.

There are not only three in the family, but also two quilts. Feng Xinglang was alone, and Xue Luo was with Nono. Fairly well water does not violate river water.

”Nuo Nuo, isn't it crowded?” Xue Luo was already sideways, and she occupied the smallest area.

”Not crowded! Just right!”

The little guy seems to enjoy the fun of sleeping together in a family of three, having a father and mother, and it is wonderful.

”Let's go down and make a floor ... so that you and your son can sleep more comfortably.”

Xue Luo has been holding Feng Xinglang's injury. Don't want to hurt the man a second time because of congestion.

”No! Not crowded at all!”

The father and son were almost in unison. They trapped the snow inside, just not letting her lie down to hit the floor.

It seemed to know what Mommy was worried about, and the little guy quickly comforted him: ”Mommy, you can rest assured, I will look at Feng Xinglang! Let him not touch you! Let alone him play a trick!

”...” Snow fell for a moment.

I feel that I'm so ghost-ridden that I can't get enough of it. Just because the sensational words of the man, did he follow him?

”Nuo Nuo, lean back to Mummy. Your dad is hurt. Don't hit him.”

Xueluo moved his son's small P-shares deliberately toward his father and made him lean in his arms.

”Mummy, **** Feng Xinglang didn't say he was crowded ...”

The little guy resigned and sealed his little P shares to his father and father. He doesn't seem to be feeling well unless he is next to his father.