Chapter 184

Auntie Ann shook her head, sighed a little, and then turned away with the beef soup.

I thought that the second young master and his wife would have a quarrel, but I didn't expect that they would make up so soon! It has to be said that the two young masters are romantic enough to tame the two young grannies. Without a word of quarrel, they just kiss them.

In fact, Auntie Ann didn't care whether the two people in the room were using the bed or the desk. What she cared about was the offspring of the family. If the little guy is already pregnant in Mrs. xueluo's stomach, how uncomfortable the hard and cold desk is.

But also with such a strange action, the little guy in the mother's stomach more uncomfortable ah.

Aunt ANN can't understand the young people's amorous feelings and excitement. She only knows that the family's offspring are more important.

As Auntie an saw, Feng Xinglang held the woman up and put her on the desk tenderly. Because of this height, she had more emotional appeal. The button in front of the snow has been loosened, and Yingmei is ready to jump out, outlining a woman's curvilinear posture.

Feng Xinglang kisses wantonly, like an emotional brush, depicting the outline of the snow's face bit by bit. He bows to the Yingman place and arches it to fit his handsome face.

The lines of his face are resolute, which further sets off the feminine beauty.

The night is quiet.

The clear night sky, countless stars squeeze out from the night; the night fog in the air long infiltration, diffusion of a viscous atmosphere. Looking up at the sky, the bright stars are especially clear, and the distant stars are shining, like tiny waves.

It was not until the pain of being sipped came from somewhere that snow came back to her reason from her enchanted chaotic consciousness.

Are you going crazy? Even with men with such a strange gesture intimacy? It's still on the desk! His clothes were half inch and half wisp. He could not cover his upper body under Feng Xinglang's claws. And the man is dressed standing in front of the desk.

Snow suddenly feel really useless. A man's kiss can make her so emotional.

Put his shame behind him, indulge his feelings and get entangled with this man.

Snow fell sad biting lips, she really want to take a few slaps on his face. How shameless is the immoral intimacy that he has fallen into with men?

"What's the matter? Not feeling well? " Feng Xinglang noticed the slight tremor of the woman in his arms and held her shivering body tightly in his arms. "Is the desk too hard? Let's make a move. "

Feng Xinglang can hold the petite snow with one arm. Xueluo instinctively wants to struggle to open the man's hold, but Feng Xinglang's other arm tightly encircles her back and makes her beautiful stick to his Hun.

It's going crazy! I came to Feng's home to talk with Feng Xinglang about the divorce with his elder brother Feng Lixin, but now what is Lin xueluo doing? Half pushed by the man under the pressure of the body, do not have the cheek to indulge in things?

In order to maintain the bottom of my heart that poor self-esteem, snow fell on the man sealed her lips thin lip slice bite.

This bite is heavy, because Feng Xinglang's lip was bitten by snow, and light, because this pain is no doubt a small scratch for the strong Feng Xinglang.

The man stopped and supported his strong body with one arm to let her breathe freely.

Feng Xinglang looked down at the unruly woman under him and said, "don't you want to?"

"Feng Xinglang, we can't do this!" The voice of the snow fell with a slight tremble.

"It can't be like this It's not that you don't want to, is it? "

The man suddenly laughed, a clear and angular face, evoke a funny smile, floating charm as thick alcohol wine.

Does it make a difference? Snow does not understand why men smile.

"Feng Xinglang, don't do this It's immoral Snow bite his lips, full of guilt.

Feng Xinglang's handsome face became enchanted, and he was admiring the rational and depressed woman under him with a curious look.

It seems that he won. Women do not care about moral condemnation and bondage, thus deeply in love with themselves.

Good! What he wants is the present result. No woman can escape his attack. As long as he wants it or not, he wants it or not.

Wisps of blood, from the bite of Feng Xinglang's lips, dripping on the snow chest, has been spreading downward. Another kind of bloody beauty.

Feng Xinglang suddenly felt that he had just had some cool feelings, which broke out again and showed a double trend. He didn't want to endure such primitive feelings. He decided to obey his body and do what he wanted to do.

The man began to kiss her again. This time seems to be a bit cruel, with the shallow bite between the teeth, as if to eat her alive.

Snow fell some uncomfortable, she instinctively with both hands to push against the man's invasion."Snow falls, be good..." Feng Xinglang hoarse voice, in the ear of snow into a sentence let her blush heartbeat words, "in a moment You need me! "

Every time. This man would coax her and make her behave when he wanted to be bathed.

When she's a kitten or a puppy? But xueluo has no resistance to his most affectionate nonsense. Like possessed, he made her behave, and then she did. Let him a little bit of wentun himself, and eventually sink in the warm harbor he piled up with hypocrisy!

Lost body, also lost heart!

When the snow woke up, it was already full of dawn.

I only remember that the man was called away by a telephone overnight. The snow was too tired at that time. She really admired men's good physical strength. When she was a weak woman, she lost the basic civilization of human beings just like those animals fighting for possession in the animal world.

Snow really don't want to move, feel the body where pain is tired.

He came to seal the house to divorce Feng Lixin, but the divorce broke down, and somehow he lost his body.

Are you stupid? Or lack of heart?

Outside the door came the knock of Winton. You don't have to guess. It must not be Feng Xinglang, the rude man. Nine times out of ten it will be aunt Ann.

The snow was in the blanket, embarrassed and embarrassed. The only thing you can do is pretend to sleep.

I thought Auntie Ann would leave when she didn't get a response, but I didn't think about it. She pushed the door and came in.

Looking at the scattered and torn pieces of clothes on the floor, aunt an sighed and murmured: "this good clothes can't be taken off well, you have to tear them like this What a waste