Feng Xinglang had a handsome and resolute face, showing his sharp Leng Jun.
He is handsome and wild: he has thin lips and a good contour; his nose is tall and domineering.
Even the handsome face under the cold is full of tension and sexy.
His wheat-colored skin was well-maintained because he had to perform skin grafting on his elder brother Feng Lixin. Satin-like body is stretchy and soft.
A black leather case was opened, filled with high-quality custom-made artificial skin from the United States, and covered with scars. More refined and realistic than the actors in the movie.
These items have only been used once. That was when Feng Yiming brought someone to visit his nephew Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang used it to dress up Feng Lixin to confuse him. At that time, Feng Lixin's body condition was very bad, it seemed to be a lifeline. Feng Yiming didn't visit with good intentions, but to see if his nephew Feng Lixin was dead, so he could inherit the Feng's group.
I did not expect these props to be used again tonight.
"Master Er, Xue Luo is a good girl. Do you really want to scare her by wearing these things?" Mo butler couldn't bear it.
Snow should have been aggrieved when he fell at Xia's house, and this was not to be seen by the second master Feng Xinglang, how hard it was to live on this day.
"A woman who is pretending to be hypocritical deserves you to protect her like this? If you dare to tell her more, I must take her off! It makes her miserable to walk in Shenshi!" Feng Xinglang's voice became cold.
The butler Mo was silent, and began to wear artificial skin to Feng Xinglang. Because it was tailor-made for Feng Xinglang, five minutes later, Feng Shenjun's handsome Feng Xinglang turned into a monster with a bleak face.
That face was weird and creepy.
Feng Xinglang pasted a miniature voice-changer on his vocal cords, and his voice suddenly grew old: "Call that woman in. Say I'm waiting for her on the wedding bed!"
The housekeeper Mo shook his head and sighed, and could not help showing pity to Xueluo, who was just married. It is inevitable to doubt that the young master hastily hurriedly married the second master. Is this right or wrong!
In the living room downstairs, Xue Luo quietly watched a book An An brought to her from the study, as beautiful as an oil painting.
"Snowy Girl ... No, it should be called Mrs. Master is waiting for you in the wedding room upstairs." Mo steward used the name cautiously.
"Oh ... Okay. Butler Mo, you still call me Xue Luo." Xue Luorou whispered. Leng Buding was called 'Mrs.', and Xue Luo was really not used to it. She was a kind person.
When he kept up with Mo's housekeeper, Xue Luo's mood was heavy. She secretly cheered herself up: Feng Lixin was a poor man burned by the fire. Since he became his husband, he had the obligation to take care of him. Having been a volunteer in the orphanage for more than two years, Xue Luo believed that she could take good care of Feng Lixin.
In the wedding room, a festive red. Rose petals were scattered on the rug and stretched to the edge of the wedding bed.
Xue Luo saw a person lying sideways on the wedding bed. Looking from her back, she was in a healthy shape.
Xue Luo didn't know how to communicate with the man on the bed. When he looked back subconsciously, the housekeeper Mo had already left, and the door behind her had been closed.
"Hello ... My name is Lin Xueluo." Xueluo murmured softly. The small face involuntarily turned red.
After all, it was her wedding night, and it was her newlywed who had never met in bed.
But when Feng Xinglang turned around on the bed, "Ah ..." a shrill, scream, with the fear from the soul, spread in the whole villa of Feng's house.