Chapter 9: Chunchunchun ... heart rippling?

Who is this man?

Judging from the man's exposed arms and vigorous back, he is a healthy man and should not be Feng Lixin.

Feng's house servant?

It should not even be! How could a domestic servant occupy the dining table alone as an uncle? And the breakfast was quite generous!

Who will it be?

Vaguely, Xue Luo seemed to remember: Three months ago, Feng Lixin seemed to have been burned to death to save his brother.

His brother seems to be called ... Feng Xinglang!

A mysterious financial crocodile rarely exposed in front of the media. And also separated from the Fengjia independence portal.

When Xue Luo wanted to go around the table to see what the man looked like, he heard the evil and cold sarcasm.

"This early morning, you stared at me with such a spring heart ... It's too restrained!"

Chunchunchun ... heart rippling? Where have you been rippling? Lin Xueluo was speechless with a man's words: didn't he just want to see what he looked like! How can this man be like a big peacock, so proud and narcissistic!

With the words, when the man turned his head, Xue Luo's expression was stagnant, and even his breath was slowed by half a beat inadvertently: Well, I have to admit that this man is really handsome! Have pride and narcissistic capital!

After seeing this newly married couple married again in the morning, the Mo steward hurried forward to round the field.

"Ma'am, this is the second master Feng Jia, Feng Xinglang." The Mo steward did not dare to say anything else. Because Feng Xinglang's eyes were already stern and sharp.

It turned out that Feng Lixin's younger brother Feng Xinglang has been well protected! Anyway, he was his sister-in-law, and he didn't even call her a title. It's rude enough! It seems that it should be the spoiled brother Feng Fengxin!

"Ma'am, this is your breakfast." An Ying delivered the breakfast that fell on the table to the table.

But the snow fell, but he held up the tray for breakfast and walked towards the kitchen.

"Ma'am, the dining table is so big, why don't you sit down and eat it?" An Ying thought hard to let the little couple cultivate their feelings.

"I don't want to sit with someone who is rude to have breakfast!" Xue Luo snorted softly.

It's not just rude, it's just frivolous. How could a young uncle meet for the first time and say that she is a **** ... Where are you rippling!

Rude? This woman dares to say she is rude? Want to play a game of escape with him, Feng Xinglang? She's still tender!

It seemed that the fright last night was too light! Didn't scare this woman away from Fengjia!

"Ann, what about my brother's breakfast?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"Oh, I'm done. Let's take it." An Zheng immediately turned back to the kitchen and delivered a special tray to Feng Xinglang's hand. It contains some special liquid food.

As soon as I heard that the food was prepared for 'husband' Feng Lixin, Xue Luo put down the chopsticks and came out.

"Come on." She felt that her wife should take better care of Feng Lixin than her brother Feng Xinglang.

"You're here?" Feng Xinglang looked coldly. "Why, are you pretending to be a virtuous lady? You ran out of the wedding room on your wedding night last night ... but my brother is so angry!"

Last night, Feng Lixin was really angry: The only person who got angry was his Feng Xinglang. Instead of innocent snow falling.

"..." Snow fell for a while and his face turned red: How did he know about last night?