Chapter 113: Strange passionate moon?

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Fortunately, this move, Xue Luo felt that he was almost paralyzed.
Although this is a super sports car, when it comes to doing that kind of thing, the space and comfort are still lacking.
After all, it is just a sports car, but it is used for other purposes. The key snow fall was still the person below.
In the uncomfortable compartment, it was difficult to put on pajamas. When Xue dropped his head and asked about his trousers, he found that the poor fabric could no longer be put on.
What a savage man! Maybe to pretend to be a gentleman!
The most important thing is that he even ate his set of false tenderness, and was successfully given the man's right by the man.
Fortunately, this pajamas on my body is very conservative. It is divided into two parts, upper and lower. Although nothing is worn inside, it is not exposed to the spring scene.
What about the man who slapped for a night? Xue Luo turned around and looked around.
On a rock, Xue Luo saw Feng Xinglang's tall and arrogant back.
The windbreaker was blown by the strong wind, and slapped on his vigorous physique.
Feng Xinglang likes this feeling of passing through the chest!
Men who are soft with the sea breeze and waves are more upright and more powerful.
As the sun rises, thousands of golden lights are more beautiful under the refraction of the waves.
The sea was full and shining in the morning light. The waves jumped like naughty children, and the water was golden.
Facing the sea, I feel its magnificence. Looking at the open and boundless sea in the past, it was majestic and vast, and all the narrow, crowded, and noisy cities were grayed out.
Xue Luo didn't know how long the man wanted to face the sea alone, but she knew very well that she should have missed her first class.
Gently moving the man tossed into the sore body, Xue Luo had a mixed taste in his heart. As men say, that kind of thing is really addictive!
In fact, Xue Luo knew that what made him addicted was not between men and women, but the tenderness of men.
It's just that men are so tender to themselves, and Xue Luo will have an illusion: the illusion of being loved deeply.
Feeling inexplicable, but let her love it!
If love can be stated clearly and why, maybe it is not love!
Obviously knowing that it is bitter flowers and bitter fruits, but Xue Luo still let himself sink in it slowly!
If that time was calculated by the bowl of porridge, what about this time?
Blame the moon last night? Or strange amorous waves?
Really going crazy!
Xue Luo slapped her head, and felt that her body and mind were not her Lin Xueluo! Seems demonized by a man! She was out of control of the original one!
The morning on the seashore is cool. But as the sun rises, the small compartments get hot and hot.
How long does this man have to see the sea? Xue Luo felt like he had been thrown into a mulberry house, and it was getting hot.
She began to study the ventilation system in the car. She accidentally touched the horn and was taken aback by herself.
A short whistle reminded the man watching the sea that the woman in the car was awake and was tossing his car.
When Fengxing Langjian stepped back to the sports car, Xueluo was bumming his head with the keys; feeling that the sun overhead was blocked, Xueluo quickly raised his head, and saw Feng Xinglang's tall and healthy body standing Outside the car door.
She immediately retracted into the co-pilot's seat like a bow-struck bird. His eyes flickered, and he didn't know how to face the man who had been with him last night.
The door was opened, and the salty and humid sea breeze poured in, and the snow fell slightly, shrinking the thin body.
The man stared deeply at the woman on the co-pilot, and seemed to feel her embarrassed embarrassment. The thin lips raised a nice arc, which was intriguing.
But Feng Xinglang didn't speak to the woman, and Feng Shen's handsome face had an indeterminate coldness.
The sports car was started, a skilful semi-drift, whistling down the mountain road.
Inadvertently, Xue Luo aimed at the man's profile: Qingying's facial features were tinged with melancholy. Doesn't seem to be happy.
Are you confessing his own behavior last night? Guilt yourself doing something sorry to his elder brother Feng Lixin?
Thinking of this, Xue Luo the whole person suddenly fainted. I was really dying, and in a short period of time I did the same thing again, sorry for my husband, Feng Lixin!
So when Xueluo knew the truth one day, how gritted she would be!
Let her torment her heart over and over again in a moral cage!
Feng Xinglang, the original creator, turned out to be her real husband!
By that time, Xue Luo may be full of heart to kill him to ban him; but at this moment, she was blindfolded.
Xue Luo certainly would not propose that Feng Xinglang send her to school.
She was dressed like this, and it was still hollow inside; then she went barefoot from a sports car and walked on the campus like this ... Will Lin Xue drop this face? Will be drowned by the Spit Star!
The only thing I can do now is I'm closed.
As Xue Luo wished, Feng Xinglang really took her back to Feng's home.
As soon as the car stopped, Xue Luo opened the door and stepped barefoot on the cobblestones, rushing towards Feng's living room like a cat with a tail.
The young and energetic figure was full of Feng Xinglang's eyes: the woman last night was as silky as melted chocolate; in the eyes of the smokey and beautiful line, the eyes were filled with greens that were invited Beautiful.
"Ma'am, you're back? Why are you barefoot? Put your shoes on ... it's going to be cold." In the living room, An Fei rushed into the snow to welcome him.
Watching the wife wearing pajamas, and then seeing behind her was the second master Feng Xinglang, An An smiled with a loving kindness. Needless to say, my wife must have been with Second Master last night.
It's great.
"Ma'am, put on your shoes first ..." An Yan chased after him with slippers.
"No more! I'm back to the room." Xue Luo froze, worried that An An would ask more, and rushed into the downstairs guest room.
In the room, Xue Luo wrapped herself tightly with a thick velvet blanket. It seemed that such an action could make her feel safer.
Lin Xueluo, you really should be soaked in a pig cage!
If you know your mistakes and don't change them, you will still be taught repeatedly?
You Lin Xueluo has not been saved! The sickness is so bad for you!
Suddenly remembered what happened, Xue Luo quickly wrapped up a velvet blanket and ran over to the desk. In the drawer of the desk, Xue Luo almost turned over, and there was no trace of the box Yuting.
Last time I was obviously stuck in a drawer, why was it gone?
Shouldn't it be discovered that An An lost it? This time it's big!
In case An An finds out her affair with Feng Xinglang, will Lin Xueluo and her face stay in Feng Feng?