Chapter 691: give! This is your service fee! (1/2)

Most women enjoy the process and feeling of being loved;

And men mostly pursue the momentary excitement.

Shen Cheng under the neon lights was like a veil of ill-intentioned faintness.

When the snow fell awake, it was already low night.

The mind is comfortable, but the body is not so happy, as weak as being crushed.

It was as if the strength in the body had been emptied by this man, and the whole man withered and could not lift a trace of spirit.

But in one aspect, it seems to be greatly satisfied: warm and beautiful like Mu Nuanyang.

”... Nono!”

A small figure appeared in Xue Luo's mind, and Ai Zi was so eager that she sat up straight.

When the coolness struck, Xue fell consciously and stunned his body, only to realize that he had nothing at all. And beside her, there was also a man who could not sleep at all.

Junyi's face and clear facial features reduced the evil intentions of the day and added a gentler beauty to the man.

Until this moment, Xue Luo couldn't slow down his thoughts: why was he attacked by this man?

This body of sourness and weakness, all feedback, this man did put himself to sleep. And I slept soundly.

My God, Lin Xuexue, where is your hold?

But why not think about it the other way around: you gave this man a solid sleep!

Feng Xinglang, a handsome and wealthy man, the key is that he is still the child's father. Wouldn't it be beautiful if he slept with him as a pleasure in life?

Well, thinking about it that way, the snow fell a little more relaxed and not so depressed.

In general, this man's okay, he fell asleep on his own and did not suffer!

”Feng Xinglang, wake up soon ... it's getting dark, we'll pick up Nono.”

Xue Luo grasped the duvet tightly with her hands, covering up the spring scene in her chest tightly. She shoved the man who was content to fall asleep, and eagerly wanted to find her child.

Compared to this man with a mouth full of running trains, Lin Lin is her more reliable dependant.

The man groaned lazily, and a firm turn over, suppressed the woman who lingered in his ears under him.

Flail gnawed, and burned some pretty red marks on her cheek.

”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?” Xue Luo became dry with shame.

”Relax, one night, you can't lose it ... Yan Bang takes care of Nono.”

Men's hearts are always so big.

”Feng Xinglang, you bastard! I only know that you are a hooligan, and you don't care about your son!”

The greatness of maternal love is not only manifested in the hard work of conceiving in October, but also in the care and love of the accumulated time.

The falling snow fell, biting a bite on the man's shoulder; taking into account that the woman was really eager to her own son, Feng Xinglang pushed the boat sideways and let her escape.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom.

Before going to pick up his son, it is indeed necessary to wash away the filth.

Under the influence of various factors, Feng Xinglang did not squeeze out the bathroom to take a shower or something. Otherwise, he is really going to be branded for knowing that he was a hooligan.

It's really individual work, plus technical work; maybe it was Feng Xinglang's premature exercise of the possession of Lin Xueluo, and his painful body, or it made him feel incapable of doing another spring.

The firm arm leaned over and fumbled from the **** cabinet to the mobile phone.

After turning on the phone, he called Yan Bang.

”Where is my son?”

The lazy voice reveals the tired gasp that can be understood between men.