Chapter 691: give! This is your service fee!

Most women enjoy the process and feeling of being loved;

And men mostly pursue the momentary excitement.

Shen Cheng under the neon lights was like a veil of ill-intentioned faintness.

When the snow fell awake, it was already low night.

The mind is comfortable, but the body is not so happy, as weak as being crushed.

It was as if the strength in the body had been emptied by this man, and the whole man withered and could not lift a trace of spirit.

But in one aspect, it seems to be greatly satisfied: warm and beautiful like Mu Nuanyang.

"... Nono!"

A small figure appeared in Xue Luo's mind, and Ai Zi was so eager that she sat up straight.

When the coolness struck, Xue fell consciously and stunned his body, only to realize that he had nothing at all. And beside her, there was also a man who could not sleep at all.

Junyi's face and clear facial features reduced the evil intentions of the day and added a gentler beauty to the man.

Until this moment, Xue Luo couldn't slow down his thoughts: why was he attacked by this man?

This body of sourness and weakness, all feedback, this man did put himself to sleep. And I slept soundly.

My God, Lin Xuexue, where is your hold?

But why not think about it the other way around: you gave this man a solid sleep!

Feng Xinglang, a handsome and wealthy man, the key is that he is still the child's father. Wouldn't it be beautiful if he slept with him as a pleasure in life?

Well, thinking about it that way, the snow fell a little more relaxed and not so depressed.

In general, this man's okay, he fell asleep on his own and did not suffer!

"Feng Xinglang, wake up soon ... it's getting dark, we'll pick up Nono."

Xue Luo grasped the duvet tightly with her hands, covering up the spring scene in her chest tightly. She shoved the man who was content to fall asleep, and eagerly wanted to find her child.

Compared to this man with a mouth full of running trains, Lin Lin is her more reliable dependant.

The man groaned lazily, and a firm turn over, suppressed the woman who lingered in his ears under him.

Flail gnawed, and burned some pretty red marks on her cheek.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?" Xue Luo became dry with shame.

"Relax, one night, you can't lose it ... Yan Bang takes care of Nono."

Men's hearts are always so big.

"Feng Xinglang, you bastard! I only know that you are a hooligan, and you don't care about your son!"

The greatness of maternal love is not only manifested in the hard work of conceiving in October, but also in the care and love of the accumulated time.

The falling snow fell, biting a bite on the man's shoulder; taking into account that the woman was really eager to her own son, Feng Xinglang pushed the boat sideways and let her escape.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom.

Before going to pick up his son, it is indeed necessary to wash away the filth.

Under the influence of various factors, Feng Xinglang did not squeeze out the bathroom to take a shower or something. Otherwise, he is really going to be branded for knowing that he was a hooligan.

It's really individual work, plus technical work; maybe it was Feng Xinglang's premature exercise of the possession of Lin Xueluo, and his painful body, or it made him feel incapable of doing another spring.

The firm arm leaned over and fumbled from the **** cabinet to the mobile phone.

After turning on the phone, he called Yan Bang.

"Where is my son?"

The lazy voice reveals the tired gasp that can be understood between men.

"Feng Xinglang, you are awake with women; Lao Tzu is helping you bring your son as a nanny ..."

Yan Bang was upset, but he was helpless. Some things are not transferred by his will.

"What attitude? Just for your realization, and want to be a godfather to my son?"

Feng Xinglang leaned on his side, trying to light a cigarette to taste the radical, but found that the bun was smokeless.

This is the moment when the importance of someone's service is highlighted.

"Give you a chance to perform: now send my own son to the hotel! I'll wait."

Feng Xinglang's voice was lazy, with an indescribable charm; it was as magnetic as if he wanted to attract Yan Bang from the side of his mobile phone.

"Why? What can I gain?"

Yan Bang was intrigued and asked more excitedly.

"Would you like Jinshan or Yinshan? Why don't you give me a bowl, and when you're out on the street, you can take it for dinner!"

Feng Xinglang was not just joking with Yan Bang, more or less, he also brought a warning. He knew that Yan Bang had too many enemies in Shencheng, and many people wanted to kill him.

Including the people around him.

For example, Wei Kang is one of them.

In fact, Yan You is the one who most wants Yan Bang to die.

Lan Youyou was able to marry Feng Lixin, Yan Bang absolutely ‘contribution’.

Therefore, Lan Youyou's first person to die was Yan Bang.

He has been honored to rank first on Lan Youyou's death list!

Yan Bang did not hesitate to alert Xinglang to him. He still lived in his own way.

Perhaps one day he really died on the street, but the only regret was that he failed to conquer Feng Xinglang as he wanted.

"I only want you!"

"Get out of your way! Give you half an hour to send my pro-son, otherwise ... you know!"

Before waiting for Yan Bang to answer anything, Feng Xinglang cut off the call first.

The snow that just came out of the bath has a different beauty, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

But the beauty's face was full of anger.

"What's wrong, holding a face? Not full yet?"

Feng Xinglang's evil spirits raised his voice, and his deep eyes contained a shallow smile; it was as if he wanted to indulge a woman.

Xue Luo glared at Feng Xinglang hatefully, took his own handbag, and began to pat the foundation on his cheek.

Just to cover up the red mark that Feng Xinglang deliberately embarrassed on his cheek.

Still out of the door, can you see people?

"Don't cover it, it's all chemical toxins, and I didn't even eat it in the end. You are the most natural!"

The man was lazy, but the wolf looked up.

Xue Luo felt only panicked on his face.

To be honest, she didn't expect that she was captured by Feng Xinglang so soon.

More or less, it means a little bit of shame and self-blame.

But the next second, Xue Luo made a bold and bold move:

She took out two pink renminbi from her wallet, and flung it on Feng Xinglang's red Hungarian chamber.

"Here! Here's your service charge!"