Chapter 671: Pure chat, do you believe it?

Xue Luo hadn't been relieved from the sentimental yet, so she saw her son Lin Nuo hurriedly came to the kitchen.

"Will your dear be coughing up blood again?" Xue Luo asked sharply.

"Don't see clearly! I just feel like my dad looks uncomfortable ... keep calling your name!"

The little guy looked cute in a big white cartoon pajamas.

Xue Luo panicked, grabbed in front of his son Lin Nuo, and hurriedly walked towards the attic.

Watching the eagerness of kissing my mom upstairs, the little guy shrugged his little shoulder coolly: dear, I can only help you to this point! Whether you can keep my dear mommy depends on your own performance!

When Xue Luo rushed into the attic, Feng Xinglang was immersed in his nightmare and looked very pained. And there was already a fine cold sweat on his forehead.

"Snowfall ... Snowfall ... Don't ... Don't leave ... Don't leave me ... Snowfall ... Don't leave ..."

The man's strong arms were raised in the air, as if to catch something; but it always fell through.

Xue Luo heard Feng Xinglang's voice calling in her nightmare, and her whole heart followed.

"Xinglang, wake up soon, I'm here. Just by your side, I won't go anywhere."

Xue Luo instinctively held Feng Xinglang's hand that was scrambled in the air, and her eyes burst into tears.

She tried hard to awaken the man from the nightmare, so as not to make him so painful.

Feeling that her hand was being held by the woman, Feng Xinglang immediately grasped Xueluo's hand vigorously, woke up from the nightmare instantly, and hugged the woman sitting on the edge of her tightly into her arms.

"Snow falls, don't leave me ... I can't lose you anymore! I love you!"

The man hugged Snowfall as if to crush the woman into his body; Feng Xinglang's voice was deep, with a hoarse hissing.

"I love you", let the crystal clear tears roll down from Xue Luo's white face. She hugged the man tightly and wept softly.

Xue Luo would like to say to this man, "I love you too!" But Xue Luo was not sure whether the man was still in his nightmare.

But no matter if the man is still in the dream at this moment, Xue Luo cannot push the man in his arms away.

Just be like a man, just have a dream together! Hope this dream never wakes up!

Unsuspectingly, Feng Xinglang captured the woman's lips, held her soft lips, and held her dreamily.

Feng Xinglang's kiss is like his people, so wild, so domineering, so wild ...

Xue Luo couldn't parry the man's fierce kiss, and he could devour her oxygen, and let Xue Luo's body surrender invisibly; and then he swallowed Xue Luo's sweetness bit by bit.

Feng Xinglang's kiss was overbearing because it was his dream kiss. He wanted the woman to submit to his tenderness and be eroded by him.

The big boned hand held the snow falling tenderly, as if to crush it in his palm.

Snow fell lost, and the whole person was sunk in the gentle homeland of the man, I do not know where it is tonight!

The most unpleasant, it is Lin Nuo.

In order to cooperate with his dad to complete this difficult and high-tech work, he also sold and acted. Fangdian Biandian went downstairs to help the **** father call Mommy Xueluo back.

The bastard's father told him: The family of three covered in a quilt and chatted purely, did they sleep?

But what is Bastard Xinglang doing now?

He is kissing his own mummy fiercely! Very few are not good, OK?

Just kiss, the little guy thinks he can still accept it. After all, the **** dad has to come and conquer the charming behavior of the kiss mom.

Yes, but what the heinous hand is doing?

Don't be little when he knows nothing. That place, I ca n’t even hold it now. Because my dear mommy said that she was already old, she had already passed the age, so she would n’t even let her down ...

But the **** dad is now ... in ... it's too shameless, too hateful!

That's his place!

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, you're too much! My dear mommy is mine! Just kiss me, what kind of energy are you talking about! You foolish you!"

Regardless of the contract spirit of Feng Xinglang's father and son just before going downstairs, the little boy screamed.

Quite simply, the **** father moved his butter!

With such a roar from his son, Xue Luo calmed down from the dreamlike unreal sweetness. Opening his affectionate eyes, he saw Feng Xinglang's enlarged handsome face close by. And the man's handsome face was still intoxicated with charm.

Xue Luo panicked and pushed away Feng Xinglang's arms, a puppet, almost rolling off the puppet along the edge.

Feng Xinglang's handsome arms came over and took the woman back to his arms.

"Nuo Nuo, why are you walking on the ground barefoot? Climb up to me!"

Feng Xinglang said very innocently. I want to show it as hard as possible: The son went downstairs to call Mommy Xue Luo, but he was completely unaware.

"How can I go wrong? Feng Xinglang, you are too good! My dear mommy is mine! You have to ask someone to kiss me!"

The little guy quit, and decided to tear down Deng Fengxinglang's platform. No more contamination with him!

Because **** Feng Xinglang is too selfish and selfish. He treats Lin Nuo's in-laws as his own.

Aren't you kissing? This little thing is still jealous?

Lin Xueluo, but his wife, why didn't he let him kiss?

"Nuo Nuo, climb up to the puppet, don't catch cold! The two of us are men, and we say that we must cherish your dear mommy together."

Feng Xinglang showed his concern to Fau Mao's pro-son, and at the same time reminded the son of the agreement between their father and son.

The little boy flattened his mouth, came forward and hugged Mummy's waist tightly.

"Mum, it's safer to sleep with Nono under a blanket!"

Xue Luo was a little embarrassed. The kiss that made her throbbing just now has disturbed her heartstrings.

And he was hit by his son Lin Nuo.

Snow is embarrassed. Even more annoyed and ashamed that he was easily lost and self-imposed by this man.

"Nuo Nuo, go downstairs with your mommy to sleep and let your dad have a good rest."

Xue Luo wanted to quickly escape from this man.

Every second of her stay makes her cheeks panic!

Watching the woman pick up her son and leave, Feng Xing Lang Jun frowned slightly: Did she want to hold the woman to dream tonight?