Chapter 1121: Man on the couch (1/2)
Feng Xinglang returned to Feng's house with a glass of wine.
This is the husband Feng Xinglang in this state that Xue Luo is most unwilling to see!
She knows that men are extremely sad because of Yan Bang's death; but can't they lose their minds?
Drive back with this full body of alcohol, isn't it just kidding your life!
Why do you forget that you are already a wife and child? !!
Xue Luo distressed the man, but he did not care about his own body, and was resentful and worried.
”Xinglang, have dinner?”
Xue Luo hurriedly got up from the sofa in the living room to help Feng Xinglang, whose pace was dangling.
”Ate.”
Feng Xinglang stepped forward to support his woman, ”Why haven't you slept yet? Wait for her husband's favor?”
Sometimes, the small mood and love between husband and wife also need the environment and atmosphere as the keynote.
Obviously, the atmosphere and conditions at this moment are quite unsuitable to say such feelings.
”Yes!”
Xue Luo simply acknowledged the concern for the man, ”Worried about drinking and driving again ... I have a heart for you now!”
”You have to have absolute confidence in your husband's alcohol and car skills!”
Feng Xinglang came over, and took a heavy **** on Xue Luo's cheek, printing a tender red mark.
”Feng Xinglang, after drinking, you are not allowed to drive!”
Xue Luo was serious with her husband. ”Otherwise, I will let Nono go to school, and I will supervise you 24 hours a day!”
”Are you willing to keep your son from school?”
Feng Xinglang hummed slightly.
”Of course I'm willing!”
Xue Luo held the man to the sofa, and resentfully answered with a voice, ”Compared to the safety of his dad, what's going to school!”
Feng Xinglang lifted his fingers and stroked the woman's white and eager face.
”Wife, when you care about me, it's the most charming!”
Xue Luo pushed away the man's hand, and sternly said, ”The husband who worries his wife and children is the most hated!”
The man smiled, a slightly sloppy smile, slowly spreading on the handsome face of wine.
”Lin Xueluo ... I never expected that I would fall in love with you ...”
The man stretched his voice, feeling affectionate with hazy veins, ”Are you surprised?”
Snow fell to take the cushion and lay it under the man's head to make him more comfortable.
”What do you mean?”
Xue Luo Jiao hummed, ”Fall in love with me, and have you been wronged?”
”No grievance at all! I can marry you, it is the blessing of my three lives!”
Feng Xinglang stretched out his palms, buckled the neck of the snow falling forward, and brought the woman's lips over.
Just pecking, but not deep kissing.
He knows women don't like drunkenness.
Hearing the sound of the engine, Feng Lixin put on his thick pajamas and got upstairs.
He wanted to talk to his younger brother Feng Xinglang, but didn't want to see their husband and wife in the living room downstairs. Then he went back to the bedroom on the second floor, and you did n’t bother your husband and wife.
At this moment, Feng Lixin suddenly felt that she and her daughter should be moved into the smaller villa next door. It is convenient to take care of each other and keep a certain distance.
But how do I persuade my brother Feng Xinglang and my daughter to seal the group?
Before Xing Luo came to sober up the soup, Feng Xinglang fell asleep on the sofa.
”Ma'am, let's call Xiao Hu and help the second master upstairs to rest.”
Housekeeper Mo has been in the study room with the snow falling in the living room, waiting for the late return of the second master Feng Xinglang.
”no need.”
Snow fell a long sigh, ”Let him sleep on the sofa in the living room tonight.”
The housekeeper Mo can understand the purpose of his wife's falling snow: For the drunk second master, sleeping on the sofa is obviously more meaningful than sleeping on the third floor of the master bedroom. Just the comfort will be worse.
”Ah? Let Second Master sleep on the sofa?”
The most obvious one is An Yan, ”It's okay to let Xiaohu move Master Er to sleep in the guest room.”
”No! Let him sleep on the sofa tonight!”
Looking at the man's drunk and sleeping appearance, Xue Luo insisted again.
”Mrs……”
”Listen to your wife, just let the second master sleep on the sofa. Can remember long!”
Anything An An wanted to say was pulled away by the Mo steward, ”Lao An, go and get the quilt for the second master.”
Although An An was still reluctant, but his wife and housekeeper Mo were determined to let the second master sleep on the sofa.
Thanks to the role of alcohol, Feng Xinglang slept soundly tonight.
With a bang, Feng Xinglang turned over and turned to the floor.
”Well ...” Feng Xinglang snorted in his sleep, and immediately came to his senses.
Looking around, I found that I was sleeping in the living room ... on the floor?
Shouldn't I sleep on the Kingsize bed in the master bedroom on the third floor? How could it be the floor of the living room?
Feng Xinglang got up from the floor, and rolled down the feathers that were thrown off the floor, and was discarded on the sofa.
That woman was reluctant to let herself sleep on the sofa?
How did you get so hard?