Chapter 1020: Need my love? (2/2)
He bit his little mouth and still didn't snor.
Seeing that his son's selfish and careful eyes were pantothenic again, Xueluo wanted to come to comfort his son, but he stopped walking and turned to the kitchen. Avoiding the cold war between their father and son.
”Nuo Nuo, come, let the uncle hug! See if the uncle can hold my son Nuo!”
Feng Lixin came over, trying to pick up the little guy in a sullen mood.
”Uncle, you can't hold me! If you fall, you'll have to go to the doctor again! Then the snot will cry again!”
The little guy absolutely embraced Feng Lixin's initiative. Climbing off the sofa himself, he walked towards the dining table dullly.
”Tuantu, come to papa! Let your uncle coax your brother Nono!”
Little cute nodded her head, and immediately moved away from Feng Xinglang's body.
Feng Xing Lang Jian stepped forward and sat down next to his son.
”Don't give it up?”
Feng Xinglang arched the little guy with his shoulders to dry his back.
The little boy squirmed his lips lightly, his head hung low and he didn't say a word.
Feng Xinglang can see that at this moment, he can use the method of “half-pushing and half-pushing” on the small things; but he “respects” the reluctance of the other half of the little guy, and retracts the arm that he probed back.
”Okay, dear respect you, don't hold if you don't!”
This is how to play it!
The little boy clenched his little mouth, and looked back at his dad, who was sitting and sighing.
”I can only hug you! Not many hugs!”
The little boy pursed his lips, and approached his father and father Feng Xinglang to make up.
”Ah ... it's still the most comfortable and warmest thing to hold my son!”
Feng Xinglang took the small thing tightly in his arms, kissed and kissed on his tender little face.
No matter how willful, it is not done by the devil who is one foot tall!
In fact, in the past two months, Feng Jia has been shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.
On the surface, it seems that the family is very happy, but because of Lanyou's case, everyone has their own thoughts.
Or guilt, or dissatisfaction, or patience, or concealing ...
Even the Tuantuan became much more sensitive. Rarely raised his mum in front of Brother Nono. Because she knew Brother Nono didn't like her mum, she didn't dare mention it.
These days, Xue Luo and her husband Feng Xinglang will only write superficial articles. When they go upstairs and return to their bedrooms, the Cold War will begin.
Xue Luo's attitude towards the man's handling of Lan Youyou's case was still a little disappointing.
She disagrees with what the man said: it is more famous for her to be a lawyer for a lawyer! What role did his husband play? Just being a husband ’s name? What about responsibility? What about obligations?
Xue Luo didn't want to blame the man too much. It doesn't make any sense anymore!
Not wanting to make the entire Feng family restless, Xue Luo swallowed his grievances.
Feng Lixin lost his wife; Feng Tuantuan lost his mother; he was the same as the victim!
And what about Xuelin Lin?
winner?
”Son is sleeping?”
The man working in the study returned to the bedroom.
Xue Luo quickly closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep.
”Are they all asleep?” The man murmured, turning to himself.
But just when Feng Xinglang wanted to take the son in his wife's arms, Xue Luo opened his eyes.
”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Be careful to wake up Nono, he has to make trouble with you again!”
”The moonlight is so fascinating tonight ... can we live up to it? Our daughter is still waiting for us!”
The man pulled the pajamas on the woman's shoulder with his fingertips, and kissed the snow-falling incense shoulder tenderly.
”Feng Xinglang, don't bother with that effort, I can't have a daughter!”
Xue Xue said quietly as she pulled the pajamas on her shoulders.
”How do you know without trying? In fact, it is good to have a son.”
The man pursed his lips to catch her daughter's ear beads, but Xue Luo sideways avoided her.
”Feng Xinglang, don't you already have this daughter? Do you still need me?”
Snow fell coldly, ”Again, I can't have a daughter as beautiful as Tuantuan!”
The man held Xueluo's slightly resentful face and grinned, ”Why is it sour?”
”OK, I'm tired!”
Xue Luo didn't want to continue the topic with men, ”Is it you who sleeps on the sofa, or our mother and son?”
”Wife ... I want to sleep on you!”
”...”
”Actually, I know, you also want to sleep under me ...”
”No! I don't want to!”
”Let my hand be with you for a minute ... don't think about it.”
”... Feng Xinglang! What are you doing? Nono is asleep ... you ... where are you reaching for your hand!”
”Wife, I need your love very much ... otherwise I won't be happy!”
”Will you need my love? Tell a story or a joke?”
While Xueluo was talking, the man had stretched his leg between Xueluo.
”Either let me love you; or I let you love ... You can choose one or more!”