Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Nanny An was cleaning up the tableware. A plate of risotto noodles lay on the bar.

There was no need to guess, Feng Xinglang must have eaten this risotto before. Why did he only eat a few bites?

"Nanny An, where\'s Feng Xinglang? Did you just go out again? " Xueluo casually asked as he walked towards the electric pressure cooker.

In fact, Nanny An wanted to say: Feng Xinglang is in the marriage chamber upstairs, the one who just spoke to you is. However, he only let out a faint sigh. I wonder how long this Second Young Master and his will be uncomfortable for! Meanwhile, First Young Master Feng Lixin\'s condition had not improved at all, it was so worrisome.

Seeing Xueluo holding space for the black glutinous rice porridge, the Nanny An smiled gently and asked: "Madam, are you hungry? The night is long, so we must eat more in the evening so as not to starve. "

"I gave it to Lixin to eat. He\'s a little hungry. " Xueluo said.

"Lixin?" Nanny An muttered, then understood: The \'Lixin\' that Madam was referring to, should be Second Young Master\'s Feng Xinglang. He quickly said, "Well, let\'s just give him the hot plate of ramen noodles."

Xueluo was slightly taken aback, "Nanny An, you must be silly. He can only drink liquid food. "

Actually, Xueluo had his own doubts too: Look at \'Feng Lixin\'s\' robust body, the strength behind the attack, it didn\'t seem like someone who wanted to use a breathing machine to drink food. Xueluo did not dare to take the risk and let Feng Lixin eat other food.

Seeing his wife go upstairs with a bowl of black glutinous rice porridge, Nanny An sighed and shook his head: Second Young Master was most afraid of drinking this kind of porridge.

In the wedding room, Feng Xinglang was struck by a phone that rang twice. Then he simply shut down the phone.

He still hadn\'t thought of how to deal with Lan Youyou, that vicious woman. It would be easy to kill her, but she was still the woman her big brother Feng Lixin loved. Killing her just like that seemed to be letting her off too easily. She still had the blood debt of her big brother Feng Lixin on her!

When Xueluo brought in the porridge bowl, he frowned, his face also lengthened and his head also grew bigger. He really loathed this dull porridge. It would be better to drink boiled water to cool, or eat rice to be tough.

"Lixin, you\'ve waited too long, right? I\'ve had a little honey and it\'s sweet. "

Due to the large area of burns, Feng Lixin\'s diet had always been light. When he heard that the woman said that she was even drenched in honey, Feng Xinglang\'s brows knitted even more.

Not only was it difficult to drink plain porridge, but it could also be used as a little bit of water. Yet, the woman added honey that was so sweet that it was creamy … One must know that Feng Xinglang really didn\'t like eating sweet food.

Xueluo spooned the porridge and it was brought to Feng Xinglang\'s mouth; Feng Xinglang was truly too lazy to open his mouth.

"Lixin, weren\'t you hungry? Come, open your mouth?" Xueluo was very patient. This was because she had been doing volunteer work in the orphanage for a period of time every year. She had served all kinds of naughty little radishes before.

"I want to eat noodles!" Feng Xinglang said straightforwardly. He had never liked to feel bad about his stomach.

Even if it was a very emotional feeding, it had to be built on the foundation that food was not difficult to swallow.

Feng Xinglang was too lazy to even take a sip of such sweet porridge.

"Lixin, are you tired of drinking these? "But the food is good for your recovery." Xueluo could understand why \'Feng Lixin\' refused to eat Oligo.

"Don\'t call me Lixin! Call me husband! " What Feng Xinglang didn\'t want to hear even more was that the woman kept calling him \'Lixin\' over and over again.

It would be blocked to the point of panic!

"... Hubby, "when Xueluo called out to her, she was so shy that she was soft like water, but she didn\'t have the slightest intention of changing the congee into risotto," I\'ll feed you congee. The black glutinous rice porridge is nutritious and nourishing to the stomach, and it is also good for digestion. "

Xueluo brought the porridge in the spoon next to Feng Xinglang\'s mouth once again. But Feng Xinglang kept her thin lips tightly shut and refused to drink.

Gentle persistence!

Xueluo held onto his spoon and persisted. Until Feng Xinglang opened his mouth.

After persevering to change the result, Xueluo smiled gently, using a praising tone, "This is more like it!"

The black glutinous rice porridge was very viscous with the sweetness of honey, so it wasn\'t bad. Under the girl\'s insistence of feeding him spoonful after spoonful, Feng Xinglang actually finished all the bowl of porridge.

As the man licked his lips, Xueluo saw Feng Xinglang\'s clean and white teeth. Healthy.

"Lixin, your teeth … It\'s pretty good, Nanny An said just now that you can\'t eat hard food? " Xueluo didn\'t have too many connections.

Every time he recalled how this man was playing with him, Xueluo would uncontrollably cry out that he was really so stupid back then! Feng Xinglang had revealed so many flaws in front of him, yet he was still as foolish and naive as ever, thinking that it was Feng Lixin!

Then the man said, You\'re not stupid, and you\'re a pure soul!

"Can\'t you see that they look like dentures?" Feng Xinglang\'s words were strict. He would not admit it. He would only try to induce it.

"Is that fake? I really didn\'t see it! " Xueluo subconsciously reached out his index finger to knock on Feng Xinglang\'s front teeth, but he didn\'t expect the man to press it between his lips.

That feeling, was like a sudden ripple in a calm lake of hearts, surging from Xueluo\'s tightly held fingertip all the way to the depths of his soul.

"You, why are you biting me?" Xueluo hurriedly retracted his finger. It was stained with the man\'s shiny saliva.

"I\'m tired! Let\'s get some rest. " The intimacy he felt from biting his finger was far from satisfying Feng Xinglang\'s current yearning.

"Oh, okay." Xueluo mechanically replied to Feng Xinglang\'s words. Then he realized that the man had said \'we\' instead of \'she\' or \'he\' alone.

The man meant: would he stay with her tonight?

Xueluo was not secretly happy, but instead became infected with a shallow sense of worry. She just hoped that Feng Lixin would not reject her even more. Instead, he treated her as a family member and allowed her to enter the treatment room, just like how he had with Nanny An and Butler Mo.

"Lixin, if you really think of me as your wife, then let me go into the treatment room to take care of you. I think you treat me like a family member. to be able to go into the medical room and take care of your daily necessities just like the Nanny An and Butler Mo! "

"If you don\'t agree, it means that I\'m not qualified as a wife, right?" Xueluo squatted on the ground and tried his best to look at Feng Xinglang who was on the wheelchair. However, the man\'s eyes were always unfocused, as if he didn\'t want to be seen by her.

"Sleep, I\'m tired!" Feng Xinglang sighed, "Maybe we can sleep and talk!"

This was indeed a good idea!

Wearing this kind of leather equipment made his sleep difficult. No matter how good a copy was, it was not his. Feng Xinglang who was trapped under the leather tool felt somewhat thirsty. He wrapped his arm around Xueluo\'s waist and stuck close to her back.

Such a posture would prevent Xueluo from staring at him for a long time. Because he was feeling stifled, Feng Xinglang used a bit more strength to wrap his arm around Xueluo\'s waist; Xueluo let out a light groan in pain.

"Lixin, are you feeling bad?" Xueluo lightly patted Feng Xinglang\'s arm that was wrapped around her waist, signalling him to relax a little.

"Yes." "Awful." Feng Xinglang said vaguely. As he sucked on Xueluo\'s earlobe, it wasn\'t light nor heavy, as he played with it in his mouth.

If Xueluo tried to resist at all, he would bite her harder; most of the time, he would just suck her ear beads into his mouth.

Between his fingers, there was the long hair wrapped around Xueluo\'s temples. It seemed that Feng Xinglang liked this kind of monotonous and repetitive action. They twirled and unwound one after another, repeating the same action over and over again.

Even if it was a ferocious trapped beast, it could still sniff out Rose\'s scent at times.

Suddenly, Xueluo realized that there was one person who liked doing this. He liked to twist his long hair between his fingers over and over again.

Feng Xinglang!

Suddenly, Xueluo panicked when she thought of that man. How could he lie in the arms of his husband and think about other men? Furthermore, that man was actually his brother-in-law!

Was he going to be bewitched? He still couldn\'t forget about that demon?

How unlucky!

Only after he had struggled for a long time did Xueluo finally fall into a deep sleep in the man\'s embrace.

Her graceful and soft body appeared in front of Feng Xinglang just like that, and had that kind of feeling of being picked up by a willing king.

He had long since quietly stood up and removed all the obstacles in his way.

He felt a lot more relaxed, but he didn\'t feel sleepy at all.

Feng Xinglang quietly stared at the woman in the dreamland: long eyelashes like butterfly wings, her fair and clean face was suffused with a beautiful red glow;

Thinking back to when a woman transformed from a girl, Feng Xinglang didn\'t need to use the prelude to pick her up because she could already be moved.

He was a normal adult.

Big brother Feng Lixin actually chose such a normal girl as the host for him, Feng Xinglang\'s, sons?

It was clean enough, like a fruit that had just ripened. A single glance was enough to make a man fall in love.

It was indeed beautiful!

Child...

A blood relative of his?

Did he want to have a child in common with this woman?

In the darkness, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. He felt like he was in a trance again.

Thus, Feng Xinglang reached out his hand and undid the button on Xueluo\'s nightgown …

***

The small storage room was filled with the thick smell of blood.

Lan Youyou\'s doll-like face was enveloped in an unfathomable smile.

Behind the angelic smile, there was a heart of a devil!

"You … Don\'t look at me like that. "It\'s useless!" Ye Xiaonian was already getting goosebumps from Lan Youyou\'s stare, "You saw it just now, I called Feng Xinglang twice, but he did not answer …. "Now, the phone is off!"

"Then continue calling his home!" A gloomy voice came out from Lan Youyou\'s extremely well-shaped lips.

"Fight..." Call home? Now? It was almost two in the morning! "Aunt, stop tormenting me, okay?"

Ye Xiaonian realized that he really couldn\'t be cruel to this woman. The pair of eyes that I saw with pity, a pear-filled rain of delicate helplessness.

It was as if she was questioning him: Are you still a man? Are you still human?