Chapter 692: Love is not a goal, but a journey

Feng Xinglang seemed to be stunned: He picked up the two hundred-dollar bills on his mouth and smiled.

"This is ... the service charge you gave me? I'm worth 200 yuan?"

"Well! On your terms, it's almost worth two hundred dollars! It's all upholding you more!"

Xue Luo felt that her face was getting hot again and again.

You know, Xueluo is a conservative woman. To say these bold words, you still need to be cheeky.

Feng Xinglang was laughing, his smile was not clear. Long, like fine wine hidden in the alley. Just staring at the woman's pretty red face with a smile.

"How does Ms. Lin think of my son's service?" He asked loudly.

"It's so good! It's ... well!"

Xue Luo quickly set aside his eyes. She did not dare to meet the evil eyes of the man.

It seems that I realized that he was just an entry-level scammer with this man, but this man was hardcore.

It's totally a humiliating rhythm!

"It seems that my son hasn't served Ms. Lin comfortably ..."

Xue Luo only felt that the man's voice was getting closer and closer, and then, she saw the magnified handsome face in the mirror, and the strong, uncorrupted physique.

"Feng Xinglang, please put on your clothes first!"

What a violent mania! How could this demon man have such a terrible bad hobby?

"Yo, shy? You haven't seen it ... wife, you are so naughty!"

Feng Xinglang squeezed over and sat on the bench in front of the makeup mirror; this posture just happened to hug Xue Luo's boneless figure.

"Feng Xinglang, you're endless? Go get dressed and go to Nono together."

Yulong City is really not suitable for a woman to go alone; and the snow that is unfamiliar to her life can only be called together with Fengfeng Xinglang.

"Knowing that you feel bad for my son, I have asked Yan Bang to send our own son over!"

Feng Xinglang used his beard slightly stuck on his chin to deliberately pinch Xue Luo's bright and white neck; it caused a fine pain on it.

The interdependence between the chin and the neck is exceptionally intimate.

"Feng Xinglang ... if ... if I'm not Nonu's mommy, would you skip Xia Jiaqianjin and actively pursue me as a Cinderella?"

Xue Luo turned her head and stared deeply at the man's handsome face.

Feng Xinglang's strong sword eyebrows rose slightly, and gently stroked the woman's cheeks with the open palm.

"For me: Love is not a goal, but a journey ... We went from acquaintance, to acquaintance, to love ... no draft, no if! Of course, it can be said that this is a fate! "

Men's words were soft, shallow, but exceptionally clear.

Blooming a little bit from the depths of the soul, warmly wrapped in Xue Luo's tearful eyes and minds.

"Feng Xinglang ... I ..."

Xue Luo wanted to say to this man: She loved him for a long time, and fell in love at first sight when she first met in Feng family.

Such humble emotions have always supported Xue Luo through a difficult situation, struggling from the abyss of death; trying her best to save her and his children.

The temptation and deception of the man made Xue Luo have no confidence to yearn for and yearn for the love between them; she could only do everything possible to keep his child, because that was the crystallization of her own love.

Xue Luo could not speak, but hugged the man's firm shoulders tightly, while sobbing, biting the flesh on his neck to calm his inner feelings.

******

Lin Nuo was brought to the hotel by Yan Bang himself.

Like Yanbang, the hotel is awe-inspiring. Feng Xinglang has always warned Yan Bang: Be a low-key person. But Yan Bang has always turned a deaf ear.

Today, his arrogant arrogance has gone too far; even if he violently kills the streets tomorrow, it is worth it! This is Yan's code of conduct.

"Mummy ... kiss mom ..."

The call from outside the door made Xue Luo instantly rejoice, and quickly got up to open the door.

"Nono ..." Xueluo's son, who hadn't seen him for more than ten hours, hugged in his arms.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for sending Nono. I'm annoying you."

For the sturdy Yan Bang, Xue Luo always respectfully. She knew that Yan Bang was an extremely difficult person.

"Yeah." Yan Bang just whispered, but looked around in the presidential suite, and asked, "Where is Feng Xinglang?"

"He ... he's in the bathroom." Xue Luo answered.

Yan Bang went straight to the bathroom.

The little boy looked carefully at Mommy's cheek, and groaned with dissatisfaction: "Mommy, have you already been kissed by a **** Xinglang? Look at this face, you have been swollen! "

"..." Xue Luo couldn't help it. "No, no ... you **** bastard, just kissed mommy ... one or two times."

"I don't believe it! Yan Bang said that you are making villains! He also said that I will soon have a brother or sister. Then you will not love me! Right?"

The little guy seemed to bring a little emotion.

"No ... no! Nono will always be Mommy's sweetheart!"

This Yanbang, why tell a child just 5 years old.

"Mummy, do you have a baby in your stomach now?"

The little guy touched Xueluo's belly tentatively, and seemed quite afraid of his father's love and mother's love, which he had finally gotten together, and was snatched away by other children.

"Nuo Nuo, even if Mummy really gave birth to a brother or sister, Mummy will still love you."

Xue Luo can understand this son's troubles.

He Tun's upbringing not only cultivated the jealousy of the little ones, but also instilled a cruel idea of ​​‘either get or only lose’. He is more afraid of losing than his peers.

"Mummy, Nonuo will always love you!"

The little boy hugged Xue Luo's neck and looked slightly depressed.

Xue Luo patted his son's back gently. "Nono, have you had dinner?"

"Have eaten ... Mommy?"

At this moment, the little guy seemed to be especially fond of his mummy.

In the bathroom, the warm water flowed like a moving heartstring, little by little through Feng Xinglang's strong body.

Hearing the sound behind him, Feng Xinglang turned back alertly.

"How are you? Do you understand the rules?" Feng Xinglang praised Yan Bang with a cold eye.

Yan Bang leaned against the door, staring deeply, marking the entire outline of Feng Xinglang.

"A lot smaller than I thought ..." He raised his voice, but lowered his eyes slightly.

"How big it is, if it doesn't even have the least use of it ... it's just a furnishing at best!"