Chapter 222: Feng Xinglang, we have children!

Xue Luo bluntly said: "But Lan Youyou likes you Fengxinglang!"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyes, and gently looked at the woman with a seemingly empty smile, "Are you expressing your jealous mood to me?"

Xue Luo gave the man a bad look and didn't want to continue this unscrupulous topic with this man.

"What I want to express is: Since Lan Youyou likes you and loves you so much, she will definitely try to keep you safe and secure, and won't let you go wrong."

Xue Luo expressed his thoughts. To a certain extent, with the presence of Lan Youyou, his safety is guaranteed. But Feng Lixin was hard to say.

In fact, Xue Luo really wanted to ask Feng Xinglang. Did you meet Lan Youyou before? But when it came to his lips, Xue Luo swallowed back. This was his personal affairs before Lan Youyou, and this **** himself was not very convenient to ask.

Besides, one of them is unmarried and the other is unmarried. Please talk to someone who does not love.

However, Xue Luo still mourns for Feng Lixin: the beloved woman does not love him; and her wife is like a stranger.

But these two women, but they have a relationship with his baby brother Feng Xinglang. What a sadness it is!

While lamenting for Feng Lixin, Xue Luo was also letting deep emotions guilt and guilt for her emotions. Heavy, full of moral guilt.

Xue Luo really doesn't know when he can get rid of this trouble and suffering.

Women's words were a little sour. But the speaker was unintentional, but the listener fell in love.

Feng Xinglang was caught in some enlightening thoughts: if he regarded himself as a bait, would he be able to make a breakthrough from Lan Youyou and lead the big fish?

Although this method is risky, it works. Feng Xinglang is not afraid of taking risks, he must explain to the elder brother Feng Lixin the damage. He will not let go of anyone who has hurt his elder brother!

Including blue yoyo! She's saved her life now, just let her atone for his brother! When Feng Lixin doesn't need her anymore, he will let her feel the elder brother Feng Lixin's life tortured more than half a year.

"Come with me to eat something," Feng Xinglang said softly. His stomachache just made him look weak.

Xue Luo was a little embarrassed: Do n’t accompany him to eat, and worry about the man ’s stomachache; accompany him to eat, why do you want to enter the tiger's mouth?

Seeing the woman refused to agree, Feng Xinglang pressed his stomach again with his hands. It is unknown whether it is a show, but Feng Xinglang knows that this trick is good for women.

The woman bit her lip again, and looked anxious and eager, looking at Feng Xinglang's honest heart. This is what he wants.

"Feng Xinglang, did you have a stomachache again?" Xue Luo quickly leaned over, "I make you too lazy to see a doctor, and deserve to suffer!"

Even women's scoldings are comfortable to listen to. Especially the woman's reprimand also carried a shallow cry.

In the end, Xue Luo still couldn't take it seriously to leave the man alone. In a nearby health porridge, Xue Luo ordered a bowl of stomach congee for the man. Some soft pastries. Knowing that men don't like sweets, Xue Luo chose the salty flavor.

"Is there no meat?" Feng Xing Lang Yingting's eyebrows lightly said: He really didn't like these foods.

"Yes!" Xue Luo fished out of Feng Xinglang's porridge bowl with a spoon. "Look, isn't there any tripe belly? Nourish your stomach with your stomach!"

Can this beef tripe be meat?

"I saw a seafood restaurant next door. There should be prawn rolls you like." Feng Xinglang suggested.

To be honest, letting a high-level carnivore become a vegetarian is really difficult for some strong people.

"But I don't want to eat fresh shrimp rolls today! You can't eat it either! Obediently drink this stomach nourishing porridge! After that, let An Zhuo cook some porridge for your stomach nourishing!" Xue Luo once again made the porridge bowl Pushed to the man.

Feng Xinglang took a glance at this faint porridge, slightly pursed his lips, and then charmed and said, "I really can't open my mouth! Or you can feed me to drink! Perhaps this porridge can be changed without your care. So unpleasant! "

"..." Let her feed him? Lose this man to figure it out!

"Feng Xinglang, are you really unwilling to drink? Since you are so mean to yourself, then the gods can't control you."

The snow fell and left. But Feng Xinglang dragged his wrist. It did not loosen, but drank the greasy porridge while dragging the woman's wrist.

After two tears, he couldn't pull his hand away, and Xue Luo could only give up. He stood beside Feng Xinglang and watched him sip the porridge.

The man was sitting and the snow was standing. Such a height difference, you can see her clearly see his strong and thick back, as well as that black, bright and short hair.

At this moment, Xue Luo had an impulse, she wanted to come over and hug the man tightly. Coquettish said to him: I am pregnant with your child, we have children!

But snow cannot! Because she is Feng Lixin's wife, she cannot bear the title of Feng Lixin's wife to give birth to Feng Xinglang's child!

One is his respectful elder brother, and the other is his own flesh and blood. In his mind, light and heavy, the snow fell clearly.

Xue Luo didn't want to bother him. It is even more reluctant to see the man dragging her into the hospital with the suffocated gas to remove the child from his stomach.

That's too cruel! If that was the end, Snowfall would really collapse!

Xue Luo didn't want to see Shen Cheng's people mocking Feng Lixin. His wife gave birth to his brother's child. That would only respond to the feelings between their brothers!

In the orphanage, the ears of the eyes were stained with too much sadness, or the heartless and helpless abandonment, Xue Luo even more cherished the hard-won children.

This is a personal gift given to Lin Xueluo by the gift of heaven, so that she is no longer lonely, and the mother and child can depend on each other.

Xue Luo just wanted to keep this secret and left silently.

The porridge bowl was not large, and Feng Xinglang finished eating. Maybe he just didn't want the faint porridge to stay in his mouth for too long.

"Look, I'm good enough." The man showed the snowed porridge bowl to Xueluo.

"Good enough! You have to be so good every day!"

Xue Luo's eyes were moist. It seems that in memory, this is rare for Feng Xinglang, and he can talk to her so calmly. For a long time, he either yelled at her, or murdered her, or satirized her and ridiculed her.

"Since I'm so good ... then do you have to be good tonight?"

Feng Xinglang embraced Xue Luo's waist with his long arms and moved forward slightly, and the woman fell into his arms and sat on his strong legs.

Whenever this man told her to be nice, Bao Jun was fine.

Seeing the man thinking about the broken thing again, Xue Luo really wanted to take a block of brick and pat it directly on his head ...