Chapter 94: When you are full, you can run faster!

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Suddenly, Feng Xinglang was so yelled at, Xue Luo was startled, and the last porridge in the bowl was just drunk into her mouth. She swallowed for a while, and neither did she swallow.
"Guru", in the end, Xue Luo chose to take care of every grain, and swallowed the millet porridge in his mouth.
Xueluo stunned for a moment, wondering why the man suddenly scolded her to stop drinking, did she think she was drinking too slowly?
"If you are full, you can run faster." Xue Luo said innocently.
But Feng Xinglang's brows were locked tightly: originally he thought that Bai Mo could not tamper with him and Xue Luo's food, so Xue Luo drank the porridge; but when he saw the woman's face, the more he drank When they became more popular, they suddenly realized that maybe Bai Mo would not give them poison, but maybe they would take that medicine!
The unnatural red glow on the face of the woman at this moment is a good illustration of this.
After drinking the porridge, Xue Luo obeyed Feng Xinglang's arrangement. He took out two wet towels from the shower room in the back, one for himself, and one handed to Feng Xinglang. "Be careful. Don't let yourself get burned. "
At the moment when the towel was delivered, Xue Luo touched Feng Xinglang's arm, and at that moment it suddenly popped open like an electric shock.
What's wrong with me, I just touched this man, how could he react so much?
Immediately after that, Xue Luo's breathing became rapid, and her whole body seemed to be thrown into a hot stove, so hot that she couldn't breathe. This Xinglang hasn't ignited the room inside, why did he heat up like this?
"Feng ... Feng Xinglang ... I feel like ... I feel so hot." Xue Luo wiped her hot cheek with a wet towel.
"Will any poison be added to the porridge?" Xue Luo's first reaction was: Something unclean was added to the bowl of porridge that he just drank. It's a strange feeling that you can't control. The hot air swims among the limbs of the body, and every cell is clamoring: they are hot, they want to break free of this restraint, they want to fly freely in the air, and no longer bound.
"Idiot woman, don't lose your hair again!" Feng Xinglang roared sharply and took a step forward and opened the woman's hand.
After a while, Xue dropped her head, ‘Ah ...’ She screamed in horror. Xue Luo panicked and wrapped up his shirt.
"Feng Xinglang, I ... what's wrong with me? It seems like ... I'm as if I'm sick ... I'm so hot.?"
Xueluo said words of unclear thinking, intermittent and stingy.
Feeling like a dream, everything becomes unreal.
The image was thrown into a fairy tale world. Only she and her prince. The prince took her hand and said to her affectionately:
[If one day I turn into a cup of loess, the grass growing on this loess is also green for you, and the flowers that bloom are also beautiful for you];
[If one day I turn into a stream of clear springs, the fish swimming in the clear springs will dance for you, and the sound of the spring of jingle will sing for you. 】
[Allow me, allow me to say ‘I love you’! 】
These words were all excerpted from Xue Luo's prose collection. Already familiar.
That is Xue Luo's longing for love, and hope for love. She is a girl looking forward to a beautiful love!
Snow fell as if immersed in another world! A world with only her and her beloved prince.
Furiously, she grabbed Feng Xinglang's big palm, spread it out flat, and put it in her heart. Let it feel its own heartbeat.
"Feng Xinglang, what did you just say? Would you say it again?" Xue Luo's little face had a pathological flush.
Feng Xinglang glanced down at the woman, and she was already dumbfounded. It really looks 'ill'.
"If you can't help it, go to the bathroom and wash your face with cold water! Stop talking nonsense!"
Looking at the bowl of porridge that was drunk by women, Feng Xinglang Yingting's eyebrows were slightly stunned: This Bai Mo, should he give his woman this kind of medicine? Has his kid's skin tickled again?
With a cold stare, Feng Xinglang stared at the camera.
"Feng Xinglang, I heard you just said‘ You love me ’!

Xue Luo clung to Feng Xinglang's hand, "Say‘ You love me again ’, okay? I want to hear!

"Crazy woman! Calm down!" Feng Xinglang shoved Xue Luo away.
Snow dropped an unstable center of gravity and slammed on the wall ...
Feng Xinglang seemed to be reluctant that the woman was really hit and stretched her arm to retrieve her!
Perhaps Xue Luo could not imagine in his life: he would take the initiative to kiss and kiss Feng Xinglang. She was jerky, just messy and eager to give herself all.
Feng Xinglang did not respond, but let the woman tiptoe on his lips.
It wasn't a kiss at all, it was more like a naughty boy tasting her favorite candy.
But the effect was achieved. The man's original feelings were mobilized, and Feng Xinglang deepened the kiss.
In the surveillance room, a sword stretched out. Bai Mo wiped the sweat of his brain, "Brother Yan, shouldn't the boy Feng Xinglang really set fire to himself?"
"With his suffocation, it's just a matter of losing a lighter. There is no such thing as Xinglang who he dares not to do in the world." Yan Bang's resolute face clung with melancholy.
"What to do? Let people prepare for the fire?" Bai Mo didn't expect Feng Xinglang to confront in such a "strenuous" way.
"... don't worry! Wait again! That woman ... seems to be responding!"
Yan Bang saw the abnormal movement of snow falling. At the same time I heard Feng Xinglang's scolding to women. Presumably he has found that there is something in the porridge. And also what kind of feed it is.
Another wave of hot air struck, and just now he recovered some sensible snow, and began to uncontrollably undress his clothes.
"Feng Xinglang ... get out of here! I'm really upset!" Xue Luo whispered lowly, and her pretty face was full of the rosy Hongxia I saw.
Beautifully emotional "We will be out soon!
Hold on for a while! With a long arm, Feng Xinglang embraced the woman in his arms.
Inside, there is no camera tracking. Neither Yan Bang nor Bai Mo will touch the bottom line of Feng Xinglang.
But this does not prevent Bai Mo from exploring the situation. Somewhere in the carpet inside, Bai Mo pressed a thumb-sized monitor. The sound is really clear.
A man who was brewing in the flowers and snow, only by voice, he could judge how hot the scene would be.
"Lin Xueluo, do you know what you are doing?" Under such passion, Feng Xinglang pushed the woman stuck in her arms away from herself.
He asked coldly.
The pushed woman immediately paste it up again, and dissatisfied buried her head in Feng Xinglang's arms like a cat humming.
Undoubtedly, Feng Xinglang's embrace can reassure her and relieve the uncomfortable factors in her body.
But Feng Xinglang once again pushed the nostalgic woman away from himself ...
Accompanied by the ear, it was the words of the woman last night: I like men like Fang Yiyan, the sun is bright, and the sun is as bright as the morning light!
This woman still has a man called Fang Yiyan hidden in her heart?
so what?