Chapter 59: The tender side of men

Like most women, Xue Luo also desires to be well-kept, well-placed, and carefully preserved. Lest she be shocked, lest her suffer, lest she be scattered, lest she be left alone. Waiting for someone to come and hold hands, sturdy and embarked on a journey ...

This night, a snow-faced knight appeared in Xue Luo's dream. She couldn't see his face clearly, only to see that he was an individual and strong man. She wanted to see who the knight who had taken care of her, but after all, disappeared into the illusory illusion.

When Xue Luo wakes up, she finds herself in a solid chest, a strong arm crossing her waist and covering her belly; maybe she feels the tenderness of the man ’s palm, because From time to time my eldest aunt had a painful belly, it didn't even hurt that night. Is it a psychological effect?

It was a strong man's healthy arm with excellent elastic and dense muscle texture; Xue Luo's heart was inexplicable: Because this healthy arm will never come from Feng Lixin who was burned by the fire!

Who will it be? In addition to the young master Feng Lixin, there are only two young masters Feng Xinglang left!

Feng Xinglang? Xue Luo was so scared that the whole person didn't even dare to come out, and immediately woke up from that wonderful dream.

Looking back, it really is this man! God, when did he fall asleep on her bed? Didn't he leave him with the master bedroom upstairs? Why is he still entangled with her? Snow fall is so silent!

The man fell asleep. The long eyelashes are drooping, and the thin lips are pale as water; the expensive face is handsome and sturdy; the day's coldness and arrogance are changed, adding a touch of gentleness to the man.

Xue Luo dare not act rashly, for fear of disturbing the good feelings of the man. She carefully held the man's arm around her waist, moving it little by little from her waist ...

But he just removed the man ’s strong arm, and the man in his sleep swallowed dissatisfied with his throat; Xue Luo immediately stopped and wanted to wait for the man to sleep before moving, but did not miss the man ’s hand But it went up; in a moment, the woman's tenderness squeezed beautifully shaped flowers between the men's fingers.

Xue Luo was ashamed to grit his teeth: This man's movements are so smooth and skilful, the woman he must have been thin and light does not have a truck, but also a car! What a bad man!

At this moment, Xue Luo could not wait to chop Feng Xinglang's hand!

Xue Luo was so angry that she couldn't even breathe, but she still could not bear to wake up the man. Anyway, this man's skin is thick enough to run a train, and it's only embarrassing that she Lin Xueluo. Even if he wanted to argue with him about the theory, in the environment of Feng Jia who favored Feng Xinglang all the way up and down, Xue Luo knew that no one could decide for her!

Xueluo couldn't help thinking, if this man's arm could not be removed this time, then don't blame her teeth for not having eyes. I bitten his chest last time, leaving only two rows of teeth marks; this time Baozhun bite him a piece of meat, and let him remember next time that he couldn't just lightly lighten her.

What surprised Xue Luo was that this time, the man's arm was easily removed by her.

So the next second, Xue Luo rolled up and down from the bed, and rushed into the bathroom to calm down the volatile mood.

After taking a few deep breaths to relax, Xue Luo felt the body just rubbed by the man, faintly exuding small pain. What a rude and brutal man!

Why is he thin again? Xue Luo felt that he couldn't live a life in Fengfeng!

When Xue Luo passed by the room again, the man on the bed was still asleep, but he was bolder and bolder. The thin velvet blanket only covered the man's waist, exposing a large body of chestnut-shaped chest muscles. Xue Luo dared to glance at him, and then hurried out of the guest room.

"Mrs. First, drink a glass of honey. Your little potato cake will be fine in a while." An Yan saw Feng Xinglang walk into his wife's snowy room last night, and did not come out all night. Therefore, the smile on her face this morning is even more amiable.

"Ana, can you please ask a locksmith to help me replace the lock on the guest room?" Xue Luo knew that Feng Xinglang belonged to the uncle in Feng's family, and such a mentally handicapped person would not work at all; I feel that I am constantly improving.

"Change the lock? Why should you change the lock?" An Ying asked puzzled. Or use ‘knowledge’ to be more accurate.

Xue Luo was ashamed of opening his teeth. This Xinglang acted improperly, and she was forced to do nothing. Can't go to his brother Feng Lixin to sue. In fact, sometimes Xue Luo is also very puzzling: Since Feng Xinglang is so respectful and cares about his elder brother Feng Lixin who sacrifices his health, how can he not respect her 'sister-in-law'? Does he not know that disrespecting her sister-in-law is tantamount to disrespecting his elder brother? Or did he knowingly commit the crime? I don't understand this!

Besides, how can a man such as Feng Xinglang be so provocative that he lacks a woman! As long as he is willing, with a wave of hands, hundreds of women will drill into his arms one after another, and climb up to him!

Xue implemented it in wonder: why would Feng Xinglang be so light on her? It doesn't make sense!

"That ... Xinglang him ... he accidentally ... went to the wrong room. I was locked, I didn't know how he opened it. Anyone, please do me a favor and ask the locksmith to restart Help me change my shackles. "Xue Luo said vaguely.

Where did you go in the wrong room? These two young masters don't go into your room. Is it possible that you want him to go into another woman's room? An Yi sighed slightly, the time was not mature, and she did not dare to pretend to break the second master's temptation and tease his wife. Otherwise, the second master is annoyed, and his wife's fate will only be worse.

"Okay, I asked Mo butler to change the lock." An Yi agreed.

"Thank you Ao." Xue Luo smiled sweetly.

***

Xia family.

From the morning, he was in a busy atmosphere. A table of high-end luxury banquets, only to feast Xinglang Lang.

"Mom, make another mango shortbread, don't leave it too sweet." Xia Yiqin said after he walked through the kitchen.

Wen Meijuan hesitated, "What about making mango shortcakes? Yesterday your sister Yiqi came back crying! Feng Xinglang didn't like to eat at all! I didn't expect Xuela's dare to lie to me!"

"But I bet Feng Xinglang must love to eat." Xia Yiqin smiled insincerely.

Xia Zhengyang had a phone call on the left and a phone call on the right, prompting Xue to sit still. Want to feast Feng Xinglang, just call Feng Xinglang's deity, what's going on?

Watching Feng Xinglang go upstairs to wait for Feng Lixin, he walked towards the outside of the living room door as if he was going out, and Xue Luo couldn't hold back anymore, and a nervous hand grabbed his arm ...