Chapter 1503: Tonight, tenderness!

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"Don't ask me to sit in?"
Yan Bang has no intention of leaving.
"It's so late ... back to your own nest!" Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a slight glance.
"What time is it? It's late!"
Yan Bang still crowded behind Feng Xinglang, "Help you so much, can't even drool?"
Feng Xinglang praised Yan Bang with a cold eye, "Then drink quickly and drink!"
"So impatient? What kind of fire is it?"
Yan Bang sat down on the sofa opposite Feng Xinglang, "Look at the melancholy of your face ... what's the trouble?"
"What about Xia Yishu, did you go to Xia Zhengyang?" Feng Xinglang asked.
"It must be me!"
Yan Bang laid his strong legs on the leather pier aside, "This kind of bad thing, you lose your identity!"
"What are you going to do with Xia Yishu?"
Feng Xing Rondo asked. After all, there is a Xia Zhengyang in the middle. It's too much to look up and down.
"You don't care so much about my code, right?"
The implication is: What I think about Xia Yishu has nothing to do with you. You still only need to be the president of Feng Da!
"Just a little bit! Even if you hit a dog, you still have to look at the owner Xia Zhengyang!"
Feng Xinglang didn't want to pay too much attention to Xia Yishu. An army junior who had not yet appeared was enough to upset him.
"Mr. Yan, I warmed you a glass of milk to help you sleep."
An Ying brought warm milk to Yan Bang. It's almost 11 o'clock late, and tea is obviously not suitable.
"I'm not used to this fishy thing! Get me a cup of coffee again! It's fresh!"
Yanbang drinks milk. But at this moment he just didn't want to drink. Because freshly ground coffee takes more time, he can continue to sit with Feng Xinglang like this. Even if he was just chatting, he felt comfortable.
"Okay Mr. Yan, I'll make coffee for you."
For Yan Feng, a great benefactor, An An is still very respectful.
Yan Bang greeted, but Feng Xinglang's sharp eyes, "Yan Bang, you have to drink coffee back to your own nest to drink! You toss an old man who is almost a man, is he mean?"
"Drink your cup of coffee ... do you need to hurt me so much?"
Yan Bang grinned, supported his head with his hands, and looked at Feng Xinglang so lazily, "Should you be frightened by that army bastard? Look at your expression, it's awkward. Sadness! "
Feng Xinglang glanced in the direction of the kitchen first, then looked at Yan Bang: signaled that his topic was enough!
"Do you need to make yourself a bird of surprise? That military dared to come to Shencheng, I will let him stand in and go out!"
"Yan Bang, when can you change your skinny problem?"
Feng Xinglang sneered slightly, "A Fang Ruhai is not enough for you to learn a lesson?"
Yan Bang's thick eyebrows raised, "You hear me, you're ridiculing me again! But you are free, as long as you are happy!"
"Be wary recently! Don't be awkward to see my joke! Lao Tzu's life is not good, presumably your Yan Bang's good life will come to an end! Your interest in Shencheng is cold with your lips!"
I don't know what Feng Xinglang saw or felt something strange, and his chat with Yan Bang followed suit.
"Then who is the lip and who is the tooth? They say that the lips and teeth depend on each other ... I haven't seen you with me!"
Yan Bang still looks like a guilty man who hit me. So half-embracing looking at Feng Xinglang on the sofa, such a moment is really leisurely.
"Go back and do something! Let the leopard head go a little longer! Stop tonight! I don't want my woman to worry about it!"
Dropping the order, Feng Xinglang stood up and walked upstairs. He knew that Yan Bang would not continue to follow, because that was his bottom line.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, Xue Luo still slept soundly.
There seemed to be some beautiful dreams, and the corners of her lips were still smiling.
The man couldn't help leaning over and kissed the woman's tender cheek, and the beautiful smile on the corner of that lip.
"I envy you ... there is such a husband who loves you so much!"
The man bit the woman's earlobe lightly, and said Feng Xinglang's unique love words.
The woman shrank her neck, groping, and groped to the man's warm chest.
Love, warm arms, and snow falling asleep.
Tonight, tenderness!
...
That night, Xue Luo slept exceptionally well.
The next day was another bright sunny day.
Xue Luo was sitting in front of a hearty breakfast, but she just pouted, but didn't move.
Everything was restored to peace and tranquility. It was as if the thrilling scene last night had never happened.
She is still Feng Xinglang's favorite woman;
Feng's second wife; Feng Linnuo's dear mommy!
No one can shake her status today! Whether material or spiritual!
The little guy sipped milk and ate small cutlets.
"Mum, why can't you just eat? See if you can see your full stomach?"
The little guy licked the debris from the corners of his mouth. "Mum, shouldn't you go on a diet and lose weight again? No! The fleshy mommy prefers her son! It's soft and comfortable to hold!"
"Oh, in order to hold Mummy comfortably, let Mummy sacrifice her figure to cooperate with you? How can you be as selfish as your dad!"
Although Xue Luo has no appetite, she still has enough energy.
"Why is your husband being selfish? Without such an analogy!"
Feng Xinglang brought the sweet potato cake An An just made to his wife.
But Xue Luo took a small potato cake and took a bite, but put it back into the bamboo basket.
"What's wrong? No appetite?"
Seeing the woman was so appetite, Feng Xinglang asked again, "Haven't the tired pork trotters of last night?"
"I don't want to eat ... dry." Xue Luo muttered.
"Then eat some pumpkin porridge. Moisturize and nourish the stomach."
Feng Xinglang filled the woman with a small bowl of stewed pumpkin porridge.
"I don't want to eat ..." Xue Luo looked at the orange pumpkin porridge and frowned.
"Mum, why are you so picky today? It's faster than your own son!"
Little guys rarely see when moms are picky. What's more, pumpkin porridge with small potato cakes has always been one of Mom's favorite breakfasts.
But the snow fell this morning, just don't want to eat. Just looking at the pumpkin porridge and small potato cakes, my chest was uncomfortable, let alone eating.
Half a mouthful of sweet potato cake was still biting in his mouth.
"Then eat some meat and get tired of it."
Feng Xinglang fed the bacon roulade on the chopsticks to Xue Luo's lips ...