Seeing that Xia Yiqin had been hiding her face and chuckling inexplicably, Xueluo was slightly stunned, and asked with some worry: "Sister Yiqin, are you okay?" ”

"I didn't ...... I'm fine. The snow fell, and I was really fine. Xia Yiqin seemed to have recovered from the excessive excitement just now.

The man's sturdy physique swirled in Xia Yiqin's mind again, and she couldn't help but say in shame: "I didn't expect Feng Xinglang's figure to be so good!" Although not as exaggerated as Mr. Bodybuilder's bulging muscles, his abdominal muscles are smooth and beautiful, and there is not even a trace of fat on his body! Even the symbol of the man is so ...... Stalwart! ”

"......" Seeing Xia Yiqin's shy answer, Xueluo was completely speechless.

In general, Xia Yiqin is a reserved woman. She praised Feng Xinglang's physique so unthinkingly, which really surprised Xueluo. Maybe this is the legendary lover's eyes.

"Xueluo, you must help Sister Yiqin...... I'm really obsessed with Feng Xinglang! You don't know how happy I was when he hugged me just now! It's like I'm electrified! ”

Xia Yiqin hugged Xueluo and told Xueluo how much he loved Feng Xinglang. It's almost to the point where I'm obsessed with him.

They just hugged? Xueluo's heart sank suddenly, and it hurt inexplicably. What's wrong with you?

Xia Yiqin is not married, Feng Xinglang is not married, and the two of them can be described as a pair of beautiful people made in heaven. Xueluo also feels that they are really a good match. One is a rich nobleman, and the other is a celebrity daughter. Bringing them together by yourself must also be a beautiful thing for adults.

However, Xueluo's heart grew a fine pain. It hurt so much that she couldn't speak.

"Snow falls, can you help me? Sister Yiqin, I beg you. Xia Yiqin was still excited.

excited, he had just been held in his arms by Feng Xinglang; Excited, Feng Xinglang also touched his soft place just now......

It seems that there is no man who is not greedy. Don't look at Feng Xinglang's cold appearance on weekdays, but when he touched her, he was hard and savage, really manly! Xia Yiqin really didn't hate Feng Xinglang. Even very rude, he was so rude.

But Xia Yiqin is really a little puzzled: why was Feng Xinglang angry just now? I even roared that the snow was falling! Is it strange that Xueluo took her in to live in the Feng family? Probably not. The Feng family is so big, and she doesn't affect others.

"I ...... How can I help you? Xueluo was a little distracted, and his mood was disturbed so much that he couldn't calm down, "You also saw it just now, his little uncle doesn't respect me at all, he yells at me when he wants to, and he screams at me when he wants to be fierce." Bad-tempered! Sister Yiqin, he is not as good as you think. ”

I'm complaining about Feng Xinglang, isn't it? Obviously, he should give him more money, say more good things, and match him with Xia Yiqin. Why is it now becoming a platform that is demolishing him?

"Man, it's normal to have a little temper!" Xia Yiqin smiled disappreciatively, "A man like Feng Xinglang, once he falls in love with a woman, he will definitely be tender to that woman!" ”

Tender to the point of water? Xueluo looked gloomy: This man is not only fierce to himself, but also fierce to himself! Presumably, he really hated her Lin Xueluo. When she thought of the man going to buy girls' supplies for herself in the rain on a rainy night, her gloomy heart seemed to warm up again. Xueluo didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't think about it.

Her 'husband' is Feng Lixin, and taking care of his diet and daily life is her duty and responsibility as a wife.

In the next second, Xueluo agreed to Xia Yiqin and tried her best to match her with Feng Xinglang. Presumably, after Feng Xinglang has Xia Yiqin's girlfriend, he will no longer pester her Lin Xueluo.

***

The snow fell early and I got up early and prepared breakfast with Aunt An. She prepared fruit and vegetable liquid food for Feng Lixin, and prepared a braised noodles with heavy Italian black pepper beef tenderloin for Feng Xinglang, as well as a glass of fresh mango juice.

As usual, Xueluo was stopped outside, and only Aunt An went into the medical room with liquid food. The snow fell quietly waiting outside the door of the infirmary, as quiet as an oil painting imprisoned.

About half an hour later, Feng Xinglang walked out of the medical room with a tall posture. At the same time, I also saw Lin Xueluo waiting outside the door.

Feng Xinglang learned from Steward Mo: The eldest young master's three meals a day, Mrs. Xueluo waited outside the door every time.

Feng Xinglang stared at the slim woman outside the door: a warm knee-length dress wrapped around her thin body. The little face without powder is white and soft, as quiet as an elf who has strayed into the world.

For some reason, seeing such purity and beauty as Xueluo, Feng Xinglang wanted to abuse her fiercely. He wanted to see her grunting beneath him, gasping for mercy. And not like a wild cat with sharp teeth in front of him every time.

Xueluo raised her head to meet the man's sharp gaze, just glanced at it, then hurriedly lowered her head, silently turned her body to the side, and let the man pass by her.

During the eight days that Feng Xinglang went on a business trip, Xueluo thought a lot. She clearly knew that she could no longer be as entangled with Feng Xinglang as she was. She knows who she is. She is Feng Lixin's wife, and she must keep a proper distance from Feng Xinglang.

Obviously, his heart has precipitated, but why is his heart throbbing again when he sees Feng Xinglang, who he hasn't seen for eight days? Xueluo admonishes herself: It can't be like this anymore! You will fall until you are reduced to ashes.

I don't like women to be like a little wild cat in front of me. But when the snow fell in front of him and showed a low profile, it seemed to make Feng Xinglang even more unhappy.

"Come downstairs and wait for me to have breakfast!" His voice was cold, sounding without a hint of warmth. And a little bit of anger.

Seeing that Aunt An hadn't come out of the medical room yet, thinking that Feng Xinglang, who looked like an uncle, was not a person who could fiddle with pots and pans, he silently followed Feng Xinglang downstairs.

In the kitchen, the snow that was about to serve Feng Xinglang Italian stewed noodles was suddenly filled with the black shadow that flashed in behind him.

Feng Xinglang used his strong physique to squeeze out the air between him and Xueluo, and the bodies of the two were even more tightly hugged.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?" Xueluo exclaimed in surprise, trying to break away from the man's arms, but he was wrapped tighter.

"Did you miss me?" He was close to her ear, a heavy voice. The fluffy voice made the whole snow fall to the bone.

"I didn't ...... Didn't think about it! Xueluo said through gritted teeth. How could she admit that she missed him and cared about him!

"Lie!" Feng Xinglang hissed lowly, dyed with layers of anger.

"If you don't think about it, you don't think about it! Feng Xinglang, you are less narcissistic! As soon as the rebuttal was spoken, Xueluo clearly felt a twisted pain in his p-thighs.