Chapter 90: Is it for help?

Feng Xinglang approached step by step, making Xue Luo panic and helpless.

This man will not give her ... to sleep when they are in prison! There is also this **** love movie, men and women shouting one after another, putting snow on a clean little face and shuddering. Like a ripe red apple, it's so beautiful.

The man's throat knot squirmed quickly: I have to admit that the snowfall at this moment was so charming that it could not be added!

Feng Xinglang is a normal adult man! Imprisoned for a long time, stimulated by this love movie, it is even more indescribable. Shangyong blood was flowing freely in Feng Xinglang's body.

"Feng ... Feng Xinglang, don't do this ... you can't do this." Xue Luo leaned back in panic, but unconsciously tilted his front body toward the man, and the more voluminous curve almost arrived. The strong Hungarian man's arms were in his arms.

"What can't be done? Lin Xueluo ... you are so close, are you ditching me?" The man's gaze, like a high-definition scanner, swept from Xuelu's predecessor, depicting the outline and size of her curve.

"Feng Xinglang, you are shameless!" When Xue Luo realized Feng Xinglang's bad words, he quickly wrapped his hands around his front body and bowed slightly. Why is this man so bad, and where it doesn't look good, I have to stare at her!

"You are so close ... I don't want to see it!" Feng Xinglang whispered.

He has always enjoyed this little sheep who is used to avoiding himself. He also brought sharp teeth and claws, and scratched his apex from time to time, from the heart to the limbs.

Feng Xinglang wondered: It's not bad to use this woman to pass the lonely days.

"..." Xue Luo was convinced by this man: When is it all the time, he still thinks about her frivolity? Is this man careless? Isn't he in a hurry to escape?

Snow fell tightly in front of himself and refused to let Feng Xinglang get in. There is a trace of rebellion in the pretty bright look.

"Borrowed! You stopped me from turning off the TV!" Feng Xinglang snapped. "Or you can't bear to turn this love off?"

"..." The man just wanted to turn off the TV? Xue Luo's face was ashamed again. She was so anxious that she could find a seam for her. Quickly and embarrassedly gave way to Feng Xinglang.

It's just that the picture is too ... too exaggerated. This man and a woman are simply using their lives to interpret the most primitive happiness between men and women. Xue Luo quickly turned to her side and glanced much more.

There is no plug-in power strip available. The male and female protagonists in the action film are screaming harder. In desperation, Feng Xinglang had to violently pull the power cord out of the wall, all the way with lightning and sparks.

The lights in the room flickered twice, then fell into darkness. It's really dark! It was so dark that he could not see his five fingers.

Suddenly falling into the darkness, Xue Luo instinctively walked towards Feng Xinglang's side.

"I like the way you care about it!" A big, firm hand stretched across the waist falling across the snow to the upper part, not like the charm, but not dignified. A small gesture of normal interaction between husband and wife.

"Feng Xinglang, you villain in danger!" Xue Luo rebuked the man with anger, shoved the man's hand vigorously, and pushed him away.

Surprisingly, Feng Xinglang in the dark did not take advantage of people. Xue Luo heard the footsteps of his departure.

"Feng Xinglang, where are you going?" The snow fell in the darkness, and asked anxiously. Truth be told, at this moment she was really afraid of Feng Xinglang leaving herself alone.

"Go to sleep." In the darkness, Feng Xinglang replied lazily with a lazy voice. He walked inwardly.

No need to guess, there must be a super luxurious bed in it. Since it was Yan Bang who helped his elder brother Feng Lixin lock him and Lin Xueluo in a house to make a villain, the prop of the bed was naturally indispensable. And the quality should be pretty good.

In the darkness, Xue Luo heard the voice of a man going in, and then the man took off his leather shoes and lay on the bed.

And then there was no sound ...!

Feng Xinglang really went to sleep so frankly? Regardless of whether he or she is still trapped?

How wide should this man's heart be! Can he sleep like this?

I stood still for a few seconds in the dark, and inexplicable fear came to my heart, and my fingers were so dark that I could not see my fingers around me. What should I do if I got into someone by myself? Xue Luo thought of the Tibetan mastiff, whose head was as large as a lion, and it was estimated that she could bite off her arm with one sip. The more you think about it, the more frightened Snowfall becomes.

She fumbled subconsciously in the dark, trying to get closer to Feng Xinglang inside.

In case something unexpected happens, he can help himself. No matter how bad it is, he is also his sister-in-law. He should look at the face of his elder brother Feng Lixin and will not sit idly by!

With a bang, the sense of direction in which the snow fell in the dark was far better than Feng Xinglang's. She accidentally hit the sound of a wooden door inside. The forehead buzzed.

The man on bed C leaned slightly to the side, and he had smelled the smell of women getting closer to him. In the darkness, his thin lips rose. He had expected that women would not dare to sit alone on the sofa outside.

After taking a few more steps, Xue Luo's knee hit the edge of the bed; an unstable center of gravity struck her on the bed. Fortunately, she hit a soft thing and did not hurt herself.

"Uh ..." In the darkness, Feng Xinglang noticed a sound similar to a grunt.

Hit him by yourself? Snow fell consciously and groped a little, wondering where he had hit him, but he was ashamed to find that his face had just happened to hit the man's difficulty!

"I'm ... sorry. Are you all right?" Xue Luo asked in alarm.

"Something!" Feng Xinglang whispered heavily.

Is this man too pretending? Just when his face was on him, he didn't exert too much force at all, okay?

"Feng Xinglang, you're less embarrassing! Isn't it still, unbroken and not bad?" Xue Luo retorted shyly.

"You don't, how do you know how painful it is?" The man's voice became evil.

Xue Luo was most afraid of hearing Feng Xinglang's voice: this man would always treat her harshly and lightly.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice, "Lin Xueluo, will you shout?"

"Scream? What?" Xue Luo gave a slight stun, "Is it for help?"

In the darkness, Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows frowned: It seems that this woman is stupid like a blank piece of paper in terms of love between men and women.

By covering up in darkness, Feng Xinglang made a swift action: he grabbed Xue Luo's left hand ...

"Ah!" Xue Luo screamed like a bird that stunned a bow.