Chapter 680: Proud Cinderella, more flavorful (2/2)
If you can do it, the man will never talk to her!
Although the back seats are well-crafted, but Feng Xinglang was so arrogantly thrown, Xue Luo felt that his head was still bombarded.
”Feng Xinglang, you bastard!” Xue Luo was crying without tears.
”Mom, where did you hurt? My dear son rubs it for you!”
The little guy hugged his mother's head diligently and rubbed it slowly with the fleshy little palms in the snow-falling hairline.
One firm and one soft, one horizontal and one warm, the father and son cooperated perfectly seamlessly.
In front of his son, there was something wrong with Xue Luo, who was too reproachful to Feng Xinglang. Can only walk along the way.
”Feng Xinglang, I'm going back to my uncle's house.”
Thinking that Feng Xinglang was going to take himself on a thief ship, Xue Luo warned in advance.
”Of course I went back to your uncle's home. Could it be that you were taken home by me? I told you, I'm a conservative man. During our relationship, I won't take the initiative to cross the thunder pond! For the first time, stay on the wedding night ... Of course, if you take the initiative during a love relationship, it's another matter! ”
”...”
Feng Xinglang's remarks made Xue Luo feel so angry.
Can he be called ”conservative”?
”... Feng Xinglang, would you please stop talking?”
Snow can no longer listen.
She, she ...
If it weren't for her son sitting in the car, she really wanted to splash it on the man's face with a basin of ice water! It would be best to tear off his belt and pour the ice-water mixture into his pants to release hatred!
Well, you are evil!
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In the evening, it was entirely reasonable for Feng Xinglanglai to stay at Xia's house.
In the light of the nephew's son-in-law, Xia Zhengyang and Feng Xinglang met with each other and hated each other late.
Seeing Xia Zhengyang's continuous potting of Xinglang wine, Xue Luo was really distressed and anxious. Feng Xinglang's injuries haven't healed, and he can't drink these wines.
It was not appropriate to persuade himself, and Xue Luo could only follow when his son was urinating.
”Nuo Nuo, your bastard's dad is still suffering internal injuries and can't drink too much alcohol. If Feng Xinglang is dead, you won't have a dad!”
”Mum, do you want me to persuade my dad not to drink?”
”Uh-huh.”
”Will the mommy promise me a small request?”
”You said?”
”That damn‘ be good to others ’, can I stop writing?”
”No!”
”... Daddy's life is important, or is it important to write that **** word?”
”Feng Xinglang is your dear, not mine! He is dead or alive, you take care of it!”
”...” Well, kiss mommy is getting trickier!
Want to talk to her Lin Xueluo about the conditions, small things are not enough!
After dinner, the little boy frowned and wrote his ‘be good to others’.
Every time I write it, I will look at my dad resentfully: You are cool, and your son is suffering old sin!
”Snow falls, I want to discuss things with you.”
Feng Xinglang's voice was sober and solemn.
”Do you want to write for your own son? Don't talk!”
”Lan Youyou offered to take the initiative: she is going to marry my brother and give Tuantuan a complete home ...”