Chapter 311: Go to the kitchen to steal yogurt

Feng Xinglang, who returned from Pi Xing and Dai Yue, could not help frowning slightly when he heard the snoring sound coming from the kitchen.

He took off his leather shoes at the entrance, and approached the kitchen cautiously.

At this point in time, and in a dark environment, who will be in the kitchen?

Feng Lixin naturally wouldn't; Mo butler and An An don't have to be so sneaky, they don't even dare to turn on the lights.

Then only Lan Youyou and Lin Xue fell.

Lan Youyou's fairy always eats less than birds at night, and it should not be her!

Isn't it just Lin Xueluo's silly white sweet?

Feng Xinglang's whole body is inexplicably excited!

Feng Xinglang was standing on the glass frame of the kitchen, so he watched as if he was sitting silly on the non-slip mat with warm eyes, and was concentrating on Lin Xuelu, who was eating big fruit yogurt.

Seems hungry, Xue Luo eats very hard.

I think if you add a few pieces of potato cakes, or one or two red bean pie, this fruit yogurt will taste better.

So, Xue Luo got up, and began to look for the leftover red pie at night near the oven.

With a click, I don't know if I touched the button of the oven, the oven beeps.

Just as Xue Luo wanted to unplug the oven, the lights in the kitchen lighted up instantly, dazzling the entire kitchen.

The snow fell in a panic, and some uncomfortable hands blocked his eyes, and a strong figure suppressed her.

"Feng ... Feng Xinglang? You ... how did you get back, came back?"

Xue Luo asked a very silly and naive word. This home was his site, and of course he wanted to return.

As for the time to return, there is no need to explain to Lin Xueluo at all, okay?

"hungry?"

Feng Xinglang asked softly.

At the corner of Xue Lip's lips, there was white yogurt; Feng Xinglang came over, and even took the white yogurt with the tip of his tongue.

The snow fell instantly petrified. I even forgot all the resistance. Not to mention escape from this dangerous man!

"I'm also hungry ... feed me." Feng Xinglang imprisoned Xue Luo between him and the cabinet.

The snow fell so close that he could smell the strong breath of whiskey in the breath exhaled by the man.

"I'm done, I'll give it to you!"

Xue Luo meekly delivered the yogurt in her hand to Feng Xinglang.

"But I don't want to eat this."

Feng Xinglang's strong legs have been explored; spreading the snow-falling feet, forcing her to stay together.

"There are still in the refrigerator! The ones are blueberry grains. You should like to eat them."

Xue Luo didn't know what the man wanted, but she felt strongly that the man at the moment was very dangerous.

Not tight is the breath he exhales, and his movements.

Correct! His moves are very dangerous!

"I want something else."

Feng Xinglang's voice was low, dumb, mixed with a slight scent of wine, and it sounded drunk.

"Then I'll call An Yan. Cook noodles for you."

The snow fell trembling slightly. Because the robes on her body had been untied at an unknown time. And there is a hand that does not belong to her, measuring the size of her various parts.

This woman can be stupid!

"I want to eat your appetizers first!"

Feng Xinglang is not flirting with the woman, because Lin Xueluo is only suitable for going straight to the final subject.

As for the middle part, it is easier to skip it.

And this stupid white sweet doesn't have the charming cells that have **** with the men.

Xue Luo finally understood what the man wanted to do.

She became nervous instantly. Because she was too frightened last night, she was not in a good state with Xiaowei in her stomach, so where could she stand the frustration of this sulking man.

"No, you can't. You were so scared that you were so scared last night! Please don't toss me anymore, okay? I'm tired, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Xue Luo wanted to squeeze past Feng Xinglang's side; but his strong physique was to keep Xue Luo from crossing.

With a slight hug, the snow fell off the ground, and Feng Xinglang placed it on the disinfection cabinet of the cabinet.

"If you are good enough, I can take you through the wonderful process!"

"If you are not good enough, then I will enjoy it alone!"

These two sayings sounded the same in Xueluo: whether she is good or not, this man is eating himself!

But even if Xueluo wasn't too repulsive of Feng Xinglang's legal husband, her body really didn't allow it!

Dr. Jin explained: If she wants to rest a lot, supplement her nutrition and sleep in the past few days, how can she withstand the mess of this man!

"Feng Xinglang, how about another day? I'm really tired today. And I was frightened. The spirit is almost gone."

Seeing that snow falls intolerable, he can only soften with men.

She was quite sincere and pitiful. I just hope to mobilize the heart of compassion and jade in the heart of a man.

However, Xue Chengxi underestimated the man who returned at two in the morning and was still drunk.

Just when Xue Luo and Feng Xing Lang Xiao reasoned and moved with affection, something that did not belong to her invaded it.

"How old are you? You're always so reluctant, what a pleasant thing! It's a headache!"

Feng Xinglang is like educating a disobedient child.

"Well," the man sighed again, "get used to it first. There is a bigger one later."

Xue Luo was like a duck with its neck stuck in the air, trying to make a sound, but couldn't say a word.

"Don't ... Feng Xinglang, don't you do this? I, I can help you with your hands."

Xue Luo talked weakly with Feng Xinglang. The sound of crying when used.

I have n’t eaten pork, and I ’ve seen pigs run! Xue Luo also knew a little about how men dealt with physiology.

"next time!"

The man was lazy and sighed in the ears of Xue Luo's ears.

******

An Ying sleeps more alertly. After the kitchen lights up, she wakes up.

Is the second master coming back?

An An got up, put on her pajamas and walked towards the kitchen.

As he passed the snow-falling room, An An found that the door was open. The probe looked at it and found that his wife was not in the room.

It seems that the man in the kitchen should be a wife.

I didn't eat anything last night, it should be starving.

Thinking of Dr. Jin telling Mrs. Xue Luo to be frightened that she could not eat cold food, An An hurried to the kitchen to help Xue Luo cook hot noodles.

"Mrs .... Mrs ...."

An An called twice, instinctively trying to open the frosted glass door closed in the kitchen.

"It's Anchan!"

The snow fell tense, and his condition tightened tightly.

Feng Xinglang whispered after Xue fell behind. I was almost accounted for by this sudden austerity.

"Ann, don't come in! I'm inside!"

He scolded hoarsely.