That night, Xue Luo did not sleep well, her mind was muddled.
Those two forceful words that penetrated the back of the paper kept circling in her mind.
Dream … .dream … .I am indeed dreaming!
"Madam, Madam, quickly wake up … Madam … .wake up!"
There was a hurried shout in his ear, one hurried and one hurried, and there was even a slight shoving sound. Xue Luo thought that she was still in a dream, so she turned around and continued her not-so-beautiful dream.
"Madam, please wake up … .second young master is injured and is throwing a tantrum in the living room! Madam …. "
Aunt An's heart ached for the sleepy Xue Luo, but she felt even more heartache for Feng Xinglang whose arm was not injured. And the most suitable person to serve Feng Xinglang is naturally his wife, Xue Luo.
Aunt An's persistence caused Xue Luo to unwillingly open her eyes from her sleep. She stared blankly at the anxious Aunt An and lazily asked, "Aunt An, who's injured? Why are you so anxious! "
"It's second young master! Second young master is injured! His arm is injured! He said that his arm is broken! "
As Aunt An spoke, tears started to flow down her face. This first young master is seriously ill and now this second young master is also in trouble. What should the Feng family do?
"Feng … .Feng Xinglang he … .his arm is broken?"
Xue Luo suddenly woke up from her sleepiness, her thoughts suddenly became clear. She thought that she was still in a dream, but when she saw Aunt An's anxious and tearful look, she realized that Feng Xinglang's injury should be real.
Aunt An wiped her tears and nodded, "Madam, get up and take a look. Second young master can't hold the chopsticks and is throwing a tantrum! "
Xue Luo did not think and directly got up from the bed.
In front of the dining table, Feng Xinglang's right forearm was held in place by a splint. He was fiddling with the pair of chopsticks impatiently.
Didn't this man take Lan Youyou out last night to roll alone? How did he get injured? Could it be that it was too intense?
Xue Luo deeply blamed herself for having such an unbearably vulgar thought! With this man's strong physique, no matter how intense it was, the one who was injured should be Lan Youyou!
But this morning, Lan Youyou was actually not around? This was illogical! She was so worried about Feng Xinglang, and Feng Xinglang was injured. It would be more reasonable for her to stick close to Feng Xinglang!
This lowly and vulgar thought only lasted for a moment. When she saw that the man's right forearm was fixed in the splint, Xue Luo's heart ached fiercely.
Feng Xinglang didn't want to use a splint to fix it. He felt that it was too much of a hindrance. But Old Chu was still worried, because Feng Xinglang's right forearm was obviously swollen and painful, accompanied by a slight bone fracture. Although it was not serious, Old Chu was worried that Feng Xinglang would be injured again if he was not careful. Moreover, it would heal faster if it was fixed like this!
It was also because he, Feng Xinglang, was too careless that the assassin had a chance to take advantage of him. But it was also enough to prove that the person's skills were really good!
Since he couldn't use chopsticks with his left hand, Feng Xinglang threw the pair of innocent chopsticks aside.
Then, he saw Xue Luo!
"Come here! Serve me my meal! "Feng Xinglang said coldly like a boss.
His arm was already injured to this extent, and he was still so ruthless?
Originally Xue Luo felt pity and heartache towards this man who had an injured forearm. But after the man shouted out those words, her heartache was instantly concealed.
This man was really unreasonable! He couldn't take the chopsticks, but didn't he still have the spoon and fork? Obviously Aunt An had thought of it. It was placed in front of Feng Xinglang.
Not knowing where the viciousness or resentment came from, Xue Luo actually replied Feng Xinglang's two words.
"Dream on!"
Alright, Xue Luo should be doing it on purpose. Because these two words had been lingering in her dreams for an entire night.
Once she thought of the two words' dream on 'her and Feng Lixin's divorce agreement, Xue Luo was so angry that her teeth itched. What right did he have to be so arrogant? That was her divorce agreement with his big brother, why did he sign it!
"Dream on right? Good! Then let's all dream together! "
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, then turned his head towards Housekeeper Mo and muttered: "Old Mo, go and lock the door for me! Without my permission, no one can leave this villa today! "
You son of a bitch! Who did I offend? Only you, Feng Xinglang, can write the two words' dream on 'and she, Xue Luo, can't even say it?
This was clearly: Only you, Feng Xinglang, can set fire but I, Xue Luo, can't light the lamp!
"Feng Xinglang, what right do you have to lock me up? You were injured with a woman and only know how to come back and be fierce to me! I am not your punching bag! "
Xue Luo's anger was rising. She fiercely retorted a few words to Feng Xinglang.
"Based on what right? Based on this lord's will! "
Feng Xinglang, who was enraged, was completely unreasonable.
"Ma'am, don't talk so much! Second Young Master is already injured like this, you don't need to argue with him! "
Aunt An grumbled at Xue Luo who was not sensible, then went forward to pick up the chopsticks that Feng Xinglang threw away, "Second Young Master, let me serve you breakfast."
"You stand to the side! Today I want this woman to serve me! "
Feng Xinglang's sharp eyes stared at Xue Luo and hissed: "Lin Xue Luo, you better be tactful! Otherwise, you will not be able to bear my anger! "
Again? This sentence again!
"Madam, don't be willful! Second Young Master's arm is injured, you serving him breakfast is what you should do. "Aunt An really felt sorry for Feng Xinglang who was injured.
He actually said that she, Lin Xue Luo, was willful? How was she, Lin Xue Luo, willful? Could it be that this Feng family's people were all blinded? Did they not see how arrogant and hateful this man was?
"I am really sorry Aunt An, today I really wanted to be willful! This lady does not serve, whoever wants to serve can serve! "
Locking the door and not letting her leave? Fine, I can go back to my room and sleep!
Xue Luo was too lazy to even roll her eyes at this ruthless man, she turned around and walked towards the guest room downstairs.
Almost in an instant, Feng Xinglang's speed was as fast as a leopard, swiftly and violently pouncing towards Xue Luo.
Xue Luo was startled and instinctively wanted to escape, but Feng Xinglang's speed was really too fast for her to catch up. Before she could escape to the door of the room, she was already pinned against the wall by him.
Pinned against the wall was too polite, actually using the word 'hit' was more accurate!
Luckily it was her shoulder that hit the wall first, if it was any other body part …
Following that was the man's naughty pressure and squeeze, squeezing away the excess air between him and Xue Luo, making her even more docile!
Xue Luo felt that her internal organs were being squeezed out of place by this ruthless man!
"Let's return to the room first, let me properly teach you how to serve me!"
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