Chapter 155: Escape from home

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Xue Luo didn't answer the butler's words, but plunged into the night.
"Ma'am, ma'am ..." Mo steward rushed out. Chasing the footsteps of snow falling by street lights.
Grief and indignation could not be added, and Xue Luo stumbled all the way. The only thought in her mind now was to leave Feng Family. Leave Feng for a long time, never come here forever again. Leaving this place where she was distraught.
Mo's housekeeper's pace is fairly robust, and it is not a problem to catch up with the snowfall. When chasing out of the villa area, when a slumped snowfall was about to be caught up, a galloping motorcycle came roaring.
"Xue Luo, get on the car!" The roar came loudly, and Xue Luo quickly stepped on the motorcycle. Then the two whistled away together.
No matter how old the Mo butler is, he can't catch up with the burning motorcycle. In this high-end villa area, there have always been few taxis, but the housekeeper can only watch the motorcycle disappear from his eyelids.
But looking at the direction the motorcycle was just coming in, it should be waiting here. And his wife should know the driver of a motorcycle.
Mr. Mo's steward thought of a person—Fang Yiyan, the senior of Fengshang who was looking for his wife!
At least it was picked up by an acquaintance. Your wife's security should not be a problem. The butler Mo immediately turned around and returned to the community to notify the second master and let him drive out to recover Mrs. Xue Luo.

Seeing Mrs. Xueluo running away all the way, An An was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Not to mention that the second master deceived his wife Xueluo. In case that Mrs. Xueluo was pregnant with Feng's young master, she was sprinted in such a sorrowful way, that is, the iron eggs of Jingjing also suffered. Can't be so frustrating!
An Ling knew that she was slow and could not catch up with the snow falling; thinking of something, she hurriedly rushed towards the guest room downstairs.
In the room, Feng Xinglang had dropped the artificial leather goods, but still thoughtfully sitting in a wheelchair.
It didn't look anxious or worried about Xue Luo's running away from home.
"Master No. 2 is not good, Mrs. Xueluo has run away from home! When she ran out, she was still crying, fearing that this time she hurt her heart." An Zheng angrily reported to Feng Xinglang his wife's whereabouts.
In fact, there is no need to report to An An. Everything that happened in the living room just now passed into Feng Xinglang's ears.
Especially the hysterical cry of the woman: You are all liars! I hate you! I hate you all!
This woman is really strong. It's really mad to be angry, and so energetic!
"Master No.2, go after Mrs. Xueluo. We are wrong, and we should apologize." An Zhuo persuasively persuaded that the second master, Jin Xinglang, who had been silent was Jin.
"What do you want to recover? Will she continue to scatter with me?" Feng Xinglang hummed.
His handsome face was condensed, and he must have felt happy. It just showed an indifferent look.
This said, An An really stopped him, and asked in confusion, "Master Er, don't you plan to chase your wife back?"
"My feet are on her! She wants to go, can I keep it? Besides, do you want me to chase her back and lock it in the glass room upstairs?" Feng Xinglang whispered coldly, letting people shudder.
An Zhuo completely choked: For Mrs. Xue Luo, this chase would be locked into the glass room, it might as well not chase it back!
The motorcycle carrying the snow fell whistling and galloping all the way, as if afraid that someone would catch up behind.
Snow fell on the man's back, choking low. She was really young and could not restrain such grievances and bitterness. She can't do anything without being shocked, and can't do it with emotions.
Sad is sad, she really wants to cry. Xue Luo has been very sad to bear his sorrow.
Half an hour later, the galloping motorcycle was parked on the ground floor of an apartment near the school with snow falling.
Taking off the helmet, Fang Yiyan's concerned handsome face appeared in front of Xue Luo. Xue Luo certainly knows that Fang Yiyan. She heard his voice when Fang Yiyan opened her voice on the motorcycle.
Fang Yiyan didn't say anything to comfort Xue Xue, but let her sob lowly. Only hand in a few paper towels in the middle, let Xue Luo wipe tears and snot. He took off his windbreaker again and covered it with snow falling on his shoulders.
"Does the shoulder need it?" Fang Yiyan asked.
Snow fell and shook his head again and again. The two just sat on the steps in front of the stairs, a low sad choke and a quiet company.
After sobbing for a while, Xue Luo stopped crying, "Fang Yiyan, thank you."
"Thank me? Help you break through Feng Xinglang's conspiracy?" Fang Yiyan asked rhetorically. It seemed like a sigh, "I knew you would be so sad, so I won't take it apart!"
Fang Yiyan also understood that the more sad Xue Luo was, the more reassured she was that man named Feng Xinglang.
Fang Yiyan also had a strong and bad hunch: Feng Xinglang might use such a conspiracy to force the snow into forcible possession.
But Fang Yiyan was really inconvenient to open his mouth to ask about Xue Luo. He and she were in a situation where they could ask anything.
"Don't break through him? Is it possible that you will become the accomplice of Feng Xinglang like them?"
After the long crying snow fell, she didn't seem to be able to come out of her resentment towards Feng Xinglang. She urgently needed to vent her emotions. Fang Yiyan became her punching bag.
"They? Who else is there?" Fang Yiyan asked frowning.
Xue Luo pursed her lips, and didn't seem to want to say anything more about the problem. Who else could be An An and Mo Steward. It is even possible that Feng Lixin himself was involved. That family is too weird and despicable!
I really don't know what it means for their family to cheat her Lin Xueluo! She Lin Xueluo is just an ordinary little woman. Do you need this bully to move her around?
Seeing Xue Luo did not answer his own question, Fang Yiyan did not continue to question, but was firm, like a promise: "Xue Luo, whenever you are, our side is your solid backing."
Xue Luo's nose was slightly sour, and his bitterness filled his heart. She didn't know how to answer Fang Yiyan's words, because Xue Luo knew that Fang Yiyan thought of her. Although the idea was based on her acceptance of him, he would not force her.
"It's snowing, it's weird outside, let's go upstairs." Fang Yiyan stood up and stretched out his hand to pull up the snow falling on the steps.
Go upstairs? Is it where he lives? After a few months of change, Xue Luo may still be happy to accept it. At that time he had a relationship with her male and female friends. He also has a lot of respect for her. The key is to accompany Yuan Duoduo's big light bulb every time.
Now, he has been named Mrs. Feng.