"Madam, what are you talking about? Isn't it our duty to take care of the master?"
Auntie An said as she looked out of the living room. "Madam, you should go back to your room. Second Young Master said that Miss Lan Youyou will come to the Feng family. "
Lan Youyou will come to the Feng family? Xue Luo slightly pursed her lips. She was Feng Lixin's beloved woman. It was natural for her to come to the Feng family. Now that the real mistress had entered the room, the divorce between him and Feng Lixin would be smoother.
"It's okay, Auntie An. I just want to say goodbye to her. "
Xue Luo felt that she should say goodbye to Lan Youyou. Besides, she was here to divorce Feng Lixin. It wouldn't prevent her from marrying into the Feng family.
"Madam, you should stay away. That Miss Lan Youyou doesn't seem to be easy to deal with! " In Auntie An's eyes, Mrs. Xue Luo was a weakling. She sympathized with her and took care of her.
"Okay, I'll come back another day."
Xue Luo stood up and wanted to leave. She felt that rather than hiding in the room awkwardly and avoiding him, it was better for her to walk around cleanly.
The sound of a car engine came from the courtyard. If Xue Luo wanted to leave the Feng family, she would have to meet Lan Youyou.
"Madam, you should go back to your room. Second Young Master said that Miss Lan Youyou will leave in a while. "Auntie An hurriedly came forward to stop Xue Luo.
Xue Luo thought that Lan Youyou might just want to take a look or take a stroll. Her temporary retreat would not affect the matter of her divorcing Feng Lixin with Feng Xinglang later. Thus, Xue Luo listened to Aunt An's arrangements and turned around to hide in the guest room.
She was really useless as Mrs. Feng. They hadn't divorced yet and she had to hide to avoid arousing suspicion.
However, in order to help Feng Lixin get rid of the torture of his illness, Xue Luo felt that it was nothing for her to hide.
*****
On the way back to the Feng family, Feng Xinglang was silent.
"Ah Lang, are you still angry with me?" Lan Youyou came over and snuggled in Feng Xinglang's arms like an octopus.
The driver, Xiao Qian, glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time. He had to admire Second Young Master Feng Xinglang's luck with women. This woman wanted to rush into his arms like a flock of ducks.
However, this woman was indeed beautiful enough. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was devastatingly beautiful.
When the driver Xiao Qian saw Lan Youyou for the first time, he couldn't help but be amazed by her beauty. Even the hand that reached out to open the car door for her trembled uncontrollably. It was the normal reaction of a normal man when he saw a beautiful woman.
Feng Xinglang did not reply to Lan You. He was also too lazy to reply. He just slightly squinted his eyes and stretched his limbs, allowing Lan Youyou's small hand to draw all kinds of abstract paintings on his chest.
Lan Youyou's clingy ways were so deep that Feng Xinglang wouldn't be able to shake her off with just a few words or a few punches or kicks. As long as she didn't act recklessly, he would just treat it as a scratch from a kitten or puppy.
But how could Lan Youyou be obedient and not mess around? If he missed such a good opportunity, he would feel sorry for himself. So her little hand became a tentacle, reaching into the button of Feng Xinglang's shirt and drawing an abstract painting on Feng Xinglang's abdominal muscles in a skin-to-skin manner.
Perhaps she thought that this real-life skin canvas was too small. As she drew, the nimble little hand began to expand the territory. So, her hand hooked into the area that she shouldn't have touched.
Then, Feng Xinglang's slightly narrowed eyes swept over and stared at the woman who was acting recklessly with a cold intent.
"Ha ha ha ha … You're finally willing to pay attention to me!"
Lan Youyou's bell-like laughter filled the entire car. Even the driver Xiao Qian was not calm and drove the business car into a small'S 'shape. It was enough to prove how charming Lan Youyou's laughter was. Especially a man's heart!
"If you move again, I'll cut off your hand!" Feng Xinglang coldly reprimanded.
As soon as he said this, the picture in his mind became even more exciting: Where did this woman's hand go? Why did the second young master say that he would cut off her hand? Driver Xiao Qian's hands holding the steering wheel began to become restless again.
There was a female demon in the car, and she was acting recklessly. It was really killing him!
"How painful it will be if I cut it off!" Lan Youyou moved her evil hand to Feng Xinglang's lips, "Or, I'll let you bite it off."
Feng Xinglang really wanted to cut off this woman's hand. But if this woman lost this hand, some people would definitely be heartbroken.
Feng Xinglang thought: When Big Brother Feng Lixin's condition stabilized, he would definitely tie this woman up and send her to his mother's bed. Any big brother Feng Lixin would enjoy this woman!
"Lan Youyou, you're courting death, do you understand?" Feng Xinglang coldly reminded.
"I understand! I understand very well! "
Lan Youyou knew very well what she was doing and what she wanted.
After that, she crawled on Feng Xinglang's chest again and listened to his strong and powerful heartbeat. "Ah Lang, why don't you tell your brother Feng Lixin that we've known each other before? You don't dare, right? Are you afraid of hurting your brother's fragile heart? "
Feng Xinglang's handsome brows knitted together, and his whole body was instantly shrouded in a thick, undispellable haze.
"Lan Youyou, you're a smart woman! You should know what to say and what not to say! You must understand! "
Feng Xinglang's every word was tainted with heavy hostility. It was as if he was reminding Lan Youyou and threatening her at the same time.
"Boss, why do you have such a face? You're not handsome anymore!" Lan Youyou spread out her small hands and rubbed Feng Xinglang's tight handsome face, "Don't worry, I'll cooperate with you and use love to cure your brother's mental illness and physical illness!"
"Isn't this what you should do?!" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice, gritting his teeth, "Lan Youyou, my brother has no grudge against you, but you hurt him so badly! Everything you've done is just to atone for your sins, understand? "
"Then when your brother recovers, what are you going to do with me? Kill? Chop? "Lan Youyou asked playfully. She was not afraid of death. But she hoped that her death would be worth it. For example, die for Feng Xinglang, or be tortured to death by Feng Xinglang.
"These are too easy for you!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"Yes! These ways of dying are indeed too easy for me! How about I cooperate with you and kill you in the most primitive way for a man? "
Lan Youyou laughed, her laughter was pure and refined. She was like a lotus flower that was not stained by the mud, holy and untainted by a speck of dust. But the words that came out of her mouth were sharp and spicy.
She was such a woman with thorns all over her body! She couldn't let a man finish his bath.
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