Chapter 303: If i die, remember to take care of my brother

"Miss me? So absorbed."

As usual, Feng Xinglang sat down next to the row of seats where the snow fell. The sinking amplitude feedbacks that this man is strong and upright.

"Feng Erfeng, why are you here? Why not make a call in advance?"

When Yuan Duoduo saw Feng Xinglang, she had a very shameful face, which suddenly restored her dreamy dream.

Xue Zhongfu underestimated the attraction of Feng Xinglang to Yuan Duoduo: he just filled out and criticized Yuan Duoduo, who now attacked Feng Xinglang, now he has changed his appearance and used ‘you’!

Really lost to her!

Xueluo stood up, but was caught by Feng Xinglang's strong arm.

"Where? Sit down and obey me! I don't mind being violent in public!"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice. He thought the snow fell and wanted to escape him.

This man is always like this, with a few words, he can glared. You can't bear it, it seems that you never estimate how others feel!

"I'll get you some tripe soup."

Xue Luo said softly. She remembered that the man's stomach was bad and he didn't know how to take good care of himself.

Seeing his appearance like a dusty servant, the snow fell and knew that this man must not have eaten.

In fact, it is not easy to get rid of Lan Youyou's sticky woman who came to the snow.

The hand clasping Xue Luo's wrist slowly relaxed, and his eyes became glamorous: "Then there is Mrs. Laofeng."

Xue Luo turned and went to the small window to buy tripe soup. Generally, she and Yuan Duoduo only buy food in the big window. Because the small window is generally eaten by local tyrants and rich second generations, the price is extremely expensive.

"Feng Xinglang, why haven't you found Xueluo in Shijie County? She has disappeared for so many days and you haven't even heard of it? Don't tell me, you didn't inquire about Xueluo's whereabouts. You have ruined the beautiful fairy tale love between the prince and Cinderella! "

Yuan Duoduo was still a little dissatisfied with Feng Xinglang's indifference to Xue Luo's 'missing' these days.

"Fairytale love? Also Prince and Cinderella? How old are you?"

Feng Xinglang asked Yuan Duoduo without answering, and at the same time, he looked at Xue Luo's figure casually.

"Almost every woman has a yearning fairy-tale love hidden in her heart. It has nothing to do with age!"

Yuan Duoduo is the kind of girl who coexists with reality and fantasy. The reality is the reality, the fantasy is the fantasy.

Otherwise, I really can't live happily on this day!

"You mean ... Lin Xueluo also has a stupid dream hidden in that silly white sweetheart?"

It can be seen that Feng Xinglang is only interested in the fairy tale love cherished in Xue Luo's heart.

But in his opinion, no matter how beautiful fairytale love is, it is extremely stupid!

"of course!"

Yuan Duoduo murmured, his expression seemed dim. Because she could see that Feng Xinglang was only concerned about everything about Lin Xueluo.

It is not jealousy but jealousy.

Obviously, Feng Xinglang is not suitable for men talking about fairy tale love! Because he is a realist.

"I asked the master to reheat it in the microwave oven, and it was still hot. You should drink it carefully." Xue Luo sent the soup bowl to Feng Xinglang.

On the white tripe soup, there are still spring onions scattered. Although the taste is not as mellow as An'an, but with a caring heart in the snow, it also warms the heart and stomach.

"Xue Luo, you sister-in-law is so nice to my uncle!" Yuan Duoduo sobbed deliberately.

sister in law? Uncle?

Xue Luo bitterly bit her lip. She did not refute Yuan Duoduo's words, nor could she refute it.

This man refuses to admit it, nor is he willing to admit her legal wife. Why should she explain it on her own?

"Duoduo, I'll help you buy a bowl, too." Xue Luo got up again.

"Thank you, no need! I can't afford this local soup! I'll still drink my tomato and egg soup, nutrition and beauty!"

Yuan Duoduo joked. She and Xue Luo almost never buy any meals in the small window, and almost only eat in the large pot.

*******

The campus in the afternoon was lazy and quiet in the sunshine.

Xue Luo did not leave Yuan to return to the dormitory with Yuan Duoduo, but left to walk on the campus with Feng Xinglang. Xue Luo knew that even if she wanted to escape, Feng Xinglang would not let it go.

Xue Luo wanted to give the little boy in the stomach more opportunity to get closer to his uncle's father who has never met.

Xueluo clearly realized that there were not many such opportunities!

"If I accidentally die, I will bother you to take care of my brother! I will leave enough money for you to live with me for the rest of my life!"

I thought that Feng Xinglang would start his conversation with her with blunt blame, verbal abuse, or sarcasm, but he didn't expect that he would use such wilful words as an opening statement.

Xue Luo didn't know how to answer the sudden pessimistic words of this man, and his tears rolled down uncontrollably in an instant.

"No! I won't help you take care of your brother! He's not my brother! I don't take care of him!"

Snow fell quickly negated. She knows that Feng Xinglang's most enthusiastic and most reassuring is his elder brother Feng Lixin!

And did he say such desolate words, does it foretell ...

Snow falls don't want to think down, nor do they want to think down!

"When I was away this morning, didn't you take good care of my brother!"

Feng Xinglang bent his index finger slightly and wiped off the tears that Xue Luo rolled down on his cheek.

"Anyway, I won't help you take care of your brother! You don't even have to think about it! Your own brother, you take care of yourself!"

The snow fell so sad that she couldn't help crying.

Then the tears that fell straight made Feng Xinglang's inexplicable heartache.

Of course, he knows: With the kindness of a woman, if one day she does, she will take care of her elder brother Feng Lixin.

Feng Xinglang suddenly held Xueluo's cheek tenderly, and with the thumb's abdomen, carefully wiped off the falling tears for Xueluo.

But he found himself doing this, but it turned out to be counterproductive.

"Feng Xinglang, don't wipe it!"

Xue Luo pushed Feng Xinglang's hand away, sobbing and whimpering, trying to stop crying in front of the man, but still choked inertia.

"Why more and more? The faucet won't turn off? Waste water!"

Feng Xinglang teased humorously. The woman's tears touched the softest string in his heart.

The tears that burst into tears made the tough and strong snow fall into a glass doll.

"It seems that the method of rubbing is wrong!"

Feng Xinglang bowed his head slightly, leaned forward, covered her eyes with her lips, and gently sucked the tears away.

The snow fell violently, tears seemed to be screwed onto the faucet, and immediately stopped falling.

She stared at her eyes, staring at some strange man for a long time, without any response for a long time.

It seems that Xueluo can't believe it: a violent man like Feng Xinglang will have such a tender time!