Downstairs in the kitchen.
Aunt An was cleaning up the tableware. A plate of spaghetti with only a few bites left was placed on the bar.
There was no need to guess. Feng Xinglang must have eaten this braised noodles before. Why did he only eat a few mouthfuls?
"Aunt An, where's Feng Xinglang? Did he go out again? "Xue Luo asked casually as she walked towards the electric pressure cooker.
Actually, Aunt An wanted to say, "Feng Xinglang is upstairs in the wedding room, the one who talked to you just now." However, he only sighed slightly. She didn't know how long this second young master and second young mistress would be at odds! And Feng Lixin's condition didn't seem to be getting better. It was really worrying.
Looking at Xue Luo's bowl of black glutinous rice porridge, Aunt An asked softly, "Madam, are you hungry? The nights are getting longer. You need to eat more tonight so you won't be hungry. "
"I'm serving it to Li Xin. He's a little hungry. "Xue Luo said.
"Li Xin?" Aunt An murmured. She then understood: The 'Li Xin' that Madam mentioned should be the second young master Feng Xinglang. She quickly said, "Erm, let's heat up this plate of noodles for him to eat."
Xue Luo was startled. "Aunt An, you're being silly. Li Xin can't eat this strong taste of noodles. He can only drink liquid food. "
Actually, Xue Luo also had some doubts: Looking at Feng Lixin's strong physique and strength, he didn't look like someone who needed to use a ventilator and drink liquid food. But it was better to be careful. Xue Luo also didn't dare to let Feng Lixin eat other food.
Seeing Madam carrying a bowl of bland black glutinous rice porridge upstairs, Aunt An sighed and shook her head: Second young master is most afraid of this bland porridge.
In the joyous wedding room, Feng Xinglang's phone rang twice in a row. Then he simply turned it off.
He hadn't thought about how to deal with that vicious woman. It was easy to kill her, but she was after all the woman that his big brother Feng Lixin loved deeply. Killing her just like that was too easy for her. She still bore the blood debt of his big brother Feng Lixin!
When Xue Luo came in with the bowl of porridge, Feng Xinglang frowned. His face was long and his head was big. He really hated this bland porridge. It was not as refreshing as drinking water, and it was not as strong as eating rice.
"Lixin, you must have waited a long time, right? I sprinkled a little honey on it. It's very sweet. "
Because of the extensive burns, Feng Lixin's diet had always been bland. Feng Xinglang's brows furrowed even more when he heard the woman say that it was drenched with honey.
It was fine if it was just plain porridge that tasted bland, but at least it could be drunk as a slightly thicker water. But the woman had added honey to it … It had to be known that Feng Xinglang really didn't like sweets.
Xue Luo scooped the porridge and fed it to Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang was too lazy to open his mouth.
"Lixin, aren't you hungry? Come, open your mouth." Xue Luo was very patient. This was because she would volunteer for a period of time in the orphanage every year. She had served all kinds of mischievous little radishes.
"I want to eat noodles!" Feng Xinglang said directly. He never liked to upset his stomach.
Even if it was a very emotional feeding, it had to be built on the basis that the food was not hard to swallow.
Such a sweet porridge, Feng Xinglang was too lazy to drink even half a mouthful.
"Lixin, are you sick of drinking all this soup and water? But this liquid food is good for your body's recovery. "Xue Luo could understand 'Feng Lixin's' behavior of not wanting to eat plain porridge.
"Don't call me Lixin! Call me hubby! "What Feng Xinglang didn't want to hear was a woman calling him 'Lixin' over and over again.
It would make him feel suffocated!
"… Hubby." Xue Luo's voice was as gentle as water. But she didn't have any intention of getting up to change the porridge to stewed noodles. "Let me feed you porridge. This black glutinous rice porridge is nutritious and nourishing for the stomach. It's also good for digestion. "
Xue Luo once again brought the porridge to Feng Xinglang's mouth. But Feng Xinglang kept his thin lips closed and refused to drink.
Gentle persistence!
Xue Luo held the spoon and persisted. Until Feng Xinglang opened his mouth.
Persistence in exchange for results. Xue Luo smiled gently and used the tone of praising a naughty child. "That's good!"
The black glutinous rice porridge was very thick and had the sweetness of honey. It wasn't bad to drink. Under the woman's persistence in feeding him spoonful after spoonful, Feng Xinglang actually finished the whole bowl of porridge.
The man licked his lips and Xue Luo saw Feng Xinglang's clean white teeth. Very healthy.
"Lixin, your teeth … are quite good. Why did Aunt An say that you can't eat hard food?" Xue Luo didn't think too much about it.
Every time she recalled the time when this man played with her, Xue Luo couldn't help but think that she was stupid to the point of going to her grandma's house! Feng Xinglang had so many flaws in front of her but she was still very stupid and naive, thinking that he was Feng Lixin!
Later the man said: That's not stupid, it's pure and innocent!
"Can't you see that they look like fake teeth?" Feng Xinglang's words were very strict. He wouldn't admit it and would only lead her on.
"Fake? I really can't see it! " Xue Luo subconsciously stretched out her index finger to check if Feng Xinglang's front teeth were real or fake. She didn't expect that the man would press her finger between his lips.
That feeling was like a ripple suddenly appearing in a tranquil lake. It surged from Xue Luo's pinched fingertips all the way to the depths of her soul.
"You, why did you bite me?" Xue Luo quickly retracted her finger. It was stained with the man's wet saliva.
"I'm tired! Let's rest early. "This kind of finger biting intimacy was far from enough to satisfy Feng Xinglang's longing.
"Oh, okay." Xue Luo mechanically replied to Feng Xinglang. Only then did she realize that the man had said 'we', not 'she' or 'he'.
What the man meant was: Will he stay with me tonight?
Xue Luo didn't secretly rejoice. Instead, she was slightly worried. She just hoped that Feng Lixin wouldn't reject her anymore. Instead, he treated her like a family member and allowed her to enter the infirmary, just like Aunt An and Housekeeper Mo.
"Lixin, if you really treat me as your wife, then let me enter the infirmary to take care of you. I want you to treat me like a family member. Like Aunt An and Housekeeper Mo, I can enter the infirmary to take care of your daily needs! "
"If you don't agree, it means that I'm not qualified to be your wife, right?" Xue Luo squatted down and tried to look at Feng Xinglang at the same level. But the man's gaze kept drifting, as if he didn't want to meet her eyes.
"Let's sleep, I'm tired!" Feng Xinglang sighed, "Maybe, we can talk while sleeping on the bed!"
That was indeed a good idea!
It was really uncomfortable to sleep in this leather suit. No matter how good the imitation was, it was still not her own. Feng Xinglang, who was suffocated under the leather suit, was a little impatient. He hugged Xue Luo's waist and stuck close to her back.
This position could prevent Xue Luo from staring at him for a long time. Because of the suffocation, Feng Xinglang tightened his grip on Xue Luo's waist, causing Xue Luo to moan in pain.
"Lixin, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xue Luo patted Feng Xinglang's arm that was hugging her waist, indicating for him to relax.
"Yeah, uncomfortable." I feel terrible, "Feng Xinglang said vaguely. He sucked on Xue Luo's earlobe and played with it in his mouth.
As long as Xue Luo showed any signs of resistance, he would bite her harder. Most of the time, he just sucked on her earlobe.
Between his fingers, he twirled Xue Luo's hair. It seemed that Feng Xinglang liked this kind of monotonous and repetitive action. He twirled her hair round and round, then loosened it round and round, repeating this action over and over again.
Even if he was a ferocious beast, there would be times when he would sniff a rose.
Suddenly, Xue Luo realized that there was a person who also liked this action. He liked to twirl her hair around his fingers and play with it.
Feng Xinglang!
Suddenly, Xue Luo panicked because she suddenly thought of that man. How could she be like this, lying in her husband's arms but thinking of another man! Furthermore, that man was actually her own brother-in-law!
Was she going to be bewitched? Why was she still thinking about that demon?
She really brought this upon herself!
After struggling for a long time, Xue Luo fell asleep in the man's arms.
Her light and soft body appeared in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes, giving off the feeling that he was willing to be plucked.
He had already quietly got up and removed the obstacles on his body.
He felt much more relaxed, but he did not feel sleepy at all.
Feng Xinglang quietly gazed at the woman in the dream. She had long, butterfly-like eyelashes, a fair, smooth face, and a pretty blush. Her light, shallow breaths caused the quiet atmosphere to ripple with a charming aura.
Thinking about the process of the woman transforming from a girl, Feng Xinglang did not need any prelude to be able to arouse her.
He was a normal adult.
Big Brother Feng Lixin actually chose such an ordinary girl to be the carrier of his, Feng Xinglang's, children?
She was clean enough, like a fruit that had just ripened. One look and she could make any man fall in love.
She was indeed very beautiful!
Child …
Flesh and blood of the same bloodline as him?
Am I going to have a child with this woman?
In the darkness, Feng Xinglang slightly frowned. He felt that there was a little bit of meaning in it.
Thus, Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand and undid the button on Xue Luo's nightdress …
***
The small storeroom was filled with a thick smell of blood.
Lan Youyou's porcelain doll-like face was covered with a layer of unfathomable smile.
Behind the angelic smile, there was a devil's heart!
"You … don't look at me like that. It's useless! " Ye Shinian was already having goosebumps from Lan Youyou's stare, "You saw it just now, I called Feng Xinglang twice, but he did not pick up … Now, his phone is switched off!"
"Then continue to call his home phone!" A gloomy sentence came out from Lan Youyou's perfectly shaped lips.
"Call … call his home phone? Now? It's almost two in the morning! Grandaunt, please don't torment me anymore, okay? "
Ye Shinian realized that he really could not be ruthless towards this woman. That pair of pitiful eyes, was as delicate and helpless as a pear blossom in the rain.
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