Kitchen downstairs.

Aunt Ann was cleaning up the dishes. A plate of risotto with a few bites is placed on the bar.

There is no need to guess, this stewed noodles must have been eaten by Feng Xinglang. Why did you only eat a few bites?

"Aunt An, what about Feng Xinglang? Did you just go out again? Xueluo asked casually as she walked towards the pressure cooker.

In fact, Aunt An wanted to say: Feng Xinglang is in the wedding room upstairs, and the one who just talked to you is. But he only sighed slightly. I don't know how awkward the second young master and the second young grandmother will be! And the eldest young master Feng Lixin's condition has not improved for years, and he is really sad.

Seeing the black glutinous rice porridge where the snow fell on the spare place, Aunt An asked with a soft smile, "Madam, are you hungry?" The night is long, so eat more at night, so that you don't go hungry. ”

"I gave it to Lixin. He was a little hungry. Xueluo said.

"Lixin?" Aunt An muttered, and then she realized: The 'Lixin' in Mrs. Niang's mouth should be the second young master Feng Xinglang. So he hurriedly said, "Well, let's give him this plate of braised noodles to eat." ”

Xue Luo was slightly stunned, "Aunt An, you are confused, Lixin can't eat this heavy taste of stewed noodles." He can only drink liquid food. ”

In fact, Xueluo also has doubts: looking at the sturdy physique and strength of 'Feng Lixin', he doesn't look like a person who wants to use a ventilator and drink liquid food at all. But it's better to be careful in everything, Xueluo didn't dare to risk letting Feng Lixin eat other food.

Seeing that his wife went upstairs with a bowl of bland black glutinous rice porridge, Aunt An sighed slightly and shook her head: The second young master is most afraid of drinking this bland porridge.

In the festive wedding room, Feng Xinglang stuck his mobile phone ringing twice in a row. Later, he simply turned off the phone.

He hadn't figured out how to deal with Lan Youyou's vicious woman yet. It's easy to kill her, but after all, she is the woman that her eldest brother Feng Lixin loved deeply. Just killed like that, it seemed too cheap for her. She is still burdened with the blood debt of her eldest brother Feng Lixin!

When Xueluo came in with a porridge bowl, Feng Xinglang's thick brows furrowed, his face lengthened, and his head grew bigger. He was really disgusted with this lackluster porridge. It's better to drink plain water to be clear, and it's better to eat rice to be tough.

"Lixin, have you been waiting for a long time? I drizzled a little bit of honey and it was very sweet. ”

Because of the extensive burns, Feng Lixin's diet has always been bland. As soon as he heard the woman say that she was drenched with honey, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were even more frowned.

Even if it is unpleasant to drink light porridge, at least it can be drunk as a little thicker water. But the woman added sweet honey...... You must know that Feng Xinglang really doesn't like sweets.

Xueluo scooped porridge and fed it to Feng Xinglang's mouth; Feng Xinglang was really too lazy to open his mouth.

"Lixin, aren't you hungry, come, open your mouth?" Xueluo was patient. This is due to the fact that she volunteers in the orphanage for a period of time every year. What a naughty little radish head, she has served.

"I want noodles!" Feng Xinglang said directly. He has never liked to grieve his stomach.

Even if it is very emotional, it must be based on the fact that the food is not difficult to swallow.

Such a sweet porridge, Feng Xinglang didn't bother to drink it in half a mouthful.

"Lixin, are you tired of drinking these soups and water? But these liquids are good for your body's recovery. "Xueluo can understand 'Feng Lixin's refusal to drink oligoporridge.

"Don't call me Lixin! Call the husband! "What Feng Xinglang doesn't want to hear even more is that women call themselves 'Lixin' over and over again.

It's going to be jammed!

“…… Husband," Xueluo screamed, and she was as tender as water, but she didn't mean to get up at all to replace the porridge with stewed noodles, "I'll feed you porridge." This black glutinous rice porridge is not only nutritious and nourishing to the stomach, but also good for digestion. ”

Xueluo once again sent the porridge in the spoon to Feng Xinglang's mouth. But Feng Xinglang kept his thin lips closed and refused to drink.

Gentle persistence!

Xueluo just held the spoon and insisted. Until Feng Xinglang opened his mouth.

Perseverance was exchanged for results, Xueluo smiled softly, and used a tone of praise for the naughty boy, "This is good!" ”

The black glutinous rice porridge is very viscous, with the sweetness of honey, and it is not unpleasant. Under the woman's insistence on feeding spoonful after spoonful, Feng Xinglang actually drank all the bowls of porridge.

The man licked his lips, and Xueluo saw Feng Xinglang's white and neat teeth. Very healthy.

"Lixin, your teeth...... It's good, why did Aunt An say that you can't eat hard food? "Snow falling doesn't have much to think about.

Whenever I later recalled the bits and pieces of this man's teasing of himself, Xue Luo couldn't help but call herself really stupid to her grandmother's house! Feng Xinglang had so many flaws revealed in front of him, but he was still very stupid and naïve, and he always thought that it was Feng Lixin!

Later, the man said: You are not stupid, and your heart is clean and simple!

"Can't you see that they look like dentures?" Feng Xinglang's words were quite rigorous. He will not admit it, only induce.

"Is it fake? I really didn't see it! Xue Luo subconsciously stretched out the fingertips of his index finger to knock on Feng Xinglang's front teeth to see if it was true or false, but he didn't want to be pursed between his lips by the man.

It was like a sudden wave in a calm heart lake, all the way from the fingertips of the snow falling to the depths of the soul.

"You, why are you biting me?" Xueluo hurriedly retracted her fingers. It was stained with the man's wet saliva.

"I'm tired! Let's get some rest. "This kind of intimacy of biting his fingers is far from satisfying Feng Xinglang's current thoughts.

"Oh, good." Xueluo Machinery replied with a Feng Xinglang's words. Then I realized that the man was talking about 'us', not 'she' or 'him' alone.

What the man meant: Will he stay with her tonight?

The snow fell instead of joy, but was infected with a shallow light worry. She just hopes more that Feng Lixin will not reject her again. Instead, he treated her Lin Xueluo as a family member, and allowed her to enter the medical room, like Aunt An and Steward Mo.

"Lixin, if you really treat me as a wife, then let me go into the medical room to take care of you. I think you treat me like family. You can go into the medical room like Aunt An and Steward Mo to take care of your diet and daily life! ”

"If you don't agree, it means that my wife is not qualified enough, right?" Xue Luo squatted and tried to be as level as possible with Feng Xinglang in the wheelchair. But the man's gaze was always flickering, and he didn't seem to want to fall into her eyes.

"Sleep, I'm tired!" Feng Xinglang sighed lightly, "Perhaps, we can talk while sleeping in bed!" ”

That's a great idea!

Wearing this leather goods, I really slept awkwardly. No matter how good an imitation is, it is not your own after all. Feng Xinglang, who was suffocated under the leather goods, was a little dry. He wrapped his arms around the snowy waist and pressed against her back.

Such a posture can prevent the snow from staring at him for a long time. Because of the suffocation, Feng Xinglanghuan's arm around the waist of the snow fell a little harder; Xueluo snorted slightly in pain. "Lixin, are you uncomfortable?" Xueluo gently patted Feng Xinglang's strong arm around her waist and motioned for him to relax.

"Hmm. Uncomfortable. Feng Xinglang muttered. Sucked through the earlobes of the snow, and played with it in the mouth.

As long as Xueluo resisted slightly, he would bite her harder; Most of the time, just sucking her ear beads in her mouth.

Between his fingers, the long hair wrapped around Xueluo's sideburns, it seems that Feng Xinglang likes such monotonous and repetitive movements. Circle by circle, and then circle by circle, and then unwinded, and this action began over and over again.

Even the ferocious trapped beast has its time to sniff the rose.

Suddenly, Xueluo realized: there is a person who also likes such actions. Likes to wrap his long hair around his fingers over and over again.

Feng Xinglang!

Cold, Xue Luo was alarmed by the fact that she suddenly remembered the man. How can I be like this: lying in my husband's arms, but thinking about other men! And that man turned out to be his own brother-in-law!

Are you going to be obsessed? Still obsessed with that demon?

What a self-inflicted iniquity is not to live!

After struggling for a long time, Xue fell into a deep sleep in the man's arms.

The light and soft body was presented in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes, and it was dyed with the meaning of wishing you to pick up more.

He had already quietly gotten up and removed the obstacles on his body.

It's a lot easier, but there's no sleepiness at all.

Feng Xinglang quietly stared at the woman in the dream: long eyelashes like butterfly wings, a fair and smooth face, revealing a pretty red glow; Take a gentle and shallow breath to let the quiet atmosphere ripple with the breath of affection.

Reminiscent of the process of a woman's transformation from a girl, Feng Xinglang can be emotional without the prelude.

He's a normal adult.

The eldest brother Feng Lixin would choose such an ordinary girl as the carrier of his Feng Xinglang's heirs?

It's clean enough, like a freshly ripe fruit. Just looking at it can make a man fall in love.

It's beautiful indeed!

Child......

A flesh and blood who is in the same vein as himself?

Do you want to have a common child with this woman?

In the dark, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. It seems to have a bit of a dark meaning.

So, Feng Xinglang reached out and unbuttoned the snowfall nightdress......

***

The small storage room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Lan Youyou's porcelain doll-like face was shrouded in an inscrutable smile.

Behind the angelic smile, there is a devilish heart!

"You...... Don't look at me like that. It's useless! Ye Shinian was already covered in Lan Youyou's gaze, "You also saw it just now, I called Feng Xinglang twice and he didn't answer...... Now, it's time to shut down! ”

"Then keep calling his home!" An eerie sentence spilled out of Lan Yoyo's beautifully shaped lips.

"Hit ...... A call to your home? Right now? It's almost two o'clock in the morning! Auntie, don't you toss me anymore, okay? ”

Ye Shinian found that he really couldn't be ruthless with this woman. In those eyes that I saw pity, a pear blossom was as delicate and helpless as rain.

As if questioning him: Are you still not a man? Do you still have humanity?