Chapter 528: Feng Xinglang, do you want shame?

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Snowfall is eager to be loved!
Especially this man who is in love with himself still thinks about it.
Xue Luo's willpower was not so determined. She had never been able to survive. If it wasn't because the little girl in the belly was the child she shared with the man, her mind wasn't so tough.
The woman's tenderness came quickly enough to prove that she needed him and longed for him.
In fact, when in a tea restaurant, that kind of compactness, that kind of closeness, and the difficulties that a woman can't pretend to bear when he bears it, have been very well explained: In the past five years, a woman has been like a guard for him.
Most women put love first, but most men ...
When Feng Xinglang is thin and light, it is soft and soft. As if the leaves fell on the water surface, the ripples caused by the waves continued to spread outward, covering the entire lake. Not only the lake surface, but also the rocks at the bottom of the lake are also in turmoil ... happy pin-tip worms crawl between her bones!
If she wouldn't wake up even in this way, she would really be a pig!
So, in the next second, Xue Luo opened his sleepy eyes. Before she had time to judge, she felt the weight of Taishan Panshi clearly.
In the room, it was not completely black, and a soft orange light for sleeping was lit on the side of the bun.
Snow fell to see the man on his body.
A good-looking radian curved slightly upward at Feng Xinglang's lips.
At this moment, Xue Luo seemed to be a little dazed. She stared at her pretty shy eyes, and kept watching him ...
"Like watching me love you?" He asked evilly.
Gently took a sip of her lips. With a little effort, he took the natural domineering.
It wasn't until he acted again that she felt that it was not just a dream. The thing she was wrapping was real. Not fantasizing!
Xue Luo was ashamed of himself. Every cell in the body seems to be responding: they are happy. And this happiness is exactly what Feng Xinglang gives.
"Feng Xinglang, you bastard! Hurry up and die for me!"
Snow fell almost into anger. She scolded the man in a low voice. But with her murmur, the murmur in the dream of his son Lin Nuo.
The snow fell in shock, and almost conditioned to shrink his body; stimulating Feng Xinglang for a pleasant hum. It spread from his teeth to his bones and limbs, reaching deep into the bone marrow.
"Child ... Nono is here!"
Xue Luo looked sideways at Lin Nuo, who occasionally slapped her small mouth in her sleep, nervous enough to fly out of her throat.
What is this big cheap guy doing? Does he know what shame is?
"Then you are not good! Cooperate with me!"
Feng Xinglang's voice was deep, like the final sound of a cello, infected with the charm of a man's charm.
The woman couldn't bear to refuse, but had to refuse. Unless she is going crazy!
"Cooperate with your sister! Feng Xinglang, if you don't open again, I will ... I will wake up Nono! Let him see how shameless your dad is!"
"Okay! If you wake up our dear son, I'll help you wake him up together! The little one is 5 years old, and it would be nice to receive this education earlier!"
"..."
If the man was arrogant, he would stop the snow falling silently. Of course, she didn't want to wake her son to watch, but she just wanted to scare Feng Xinglang, who wanted to, so that he could condense his behavior.
But where would one think of Feng Xinglang's shamelessness, it has reached the point of peaking.
"Feng Xinglang, do you want shame?"
Xue Luo really wanted to kick this man to Siberia.
"Do you know the role of a marriage certificate? It is my license to sleep brightly! It is protected by law!"
Feng Xinglang continued his movements as he said unbearable words.
Take it lightly, he petted his son on the head of the dumb pot, "Do you like my son, the cradle my father made for you, do you like it?"
"..." Xue Luo could not wait to bite the man.
If she had changed five years ago, she would have given up her life and had to fight with the rogues; but her son Lin Nuo was sleeping beside her, and she really didn't want her son to see her misery. So she clenched her teeth and regarded herself as a wood man without any interest.
I thought Feng Xinglang would start boringly; but I didn't expect that this man could even love a wooden man.
It seems that I realized that inhuman men like Feng Xinglang don't need any emotion when doing such things.
Just like the animals in the animal world.
"Feng Xinglang, you are so bullying ... bullying me, you ... don't you ... don't you feel ashamed?"
When the snow fell, Feng Xinglang was almost crushed. It's not easy to make a smooth sentence.
I really don't know if this man was intentional or intentional.
"I'm really embarrassed at this one move! If we go to the sofa, we can pose more."
"..."

The next morning.
The whole world is clear. The sun is gently sprinkled on the grass and trees in the Fengjiayuan through the faint mist. Don't have a fresh and elegant feeling.
In the room, large and small are snuggled together.
Lin Nuo's strong little arm habitually wrapped around Mummy's neck; it just seemed that there was something wrong with this Mummy.
Seems like ... there is something soft in the Hungarian chamber!
In the sleepy eyes, a little hand of the little boy instinctively fumbled on Feng Xinglang's strong Hungarian muscle.
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: what does this little thing touch? Shouldn't it be a habitual action? Touching his mother's chest?
Little bunny, do you take advantage of that cheapness?
Feng Xinglang took hold of his son's fussy little hand. Reassured, the little thing in her arms calmed down.
Feng Xinglang stared deeply at his baby's fat little face: long eyelashes dangled, tall little nose bridges, and clear lips ... the more they looked, the more they looked like their own small version .
How blind he was, so he didn't recognize this little thing as the seed of his line by the first time!
Or maybe he was attracted to the little stuffy pot head ... This should be Lin Xueluo's masterpiece of a clever but stupid idiot woman.
Feng Xinglang touched every inch of his son's face a little bit, and it didn't seem to look enough.
Little things, do you know: how much your loves you! I'm really glad you can return to my dad. Almost ecstatic!