Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 132

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Chapter 132: From soft to soft

"What, you can't bear to part with Xinglang?" Feng Lixin 'asked leisurely.

"I... Why would I miss him? I can't bear to part with it. "

Xueluo panicked a little, as if she was trying to force out a reason. "It's just that Feng Xinglang's conditions are so good, so it's natural that he would have a high opinion of her. My social circle is so small, so how can I possibly find a girl he's satisfied with."

The man was silent: So even this foolish woman knew that Feng Xinglang's conditions were good! As for judgement … Why did he have to be so frustrated that a silly and sweet woman like her could even eat him? Furthermore, he was on the verge of becoming addicted to it!

His gaze became deeper as he thought, [In fact, the woman in my arms is beautiful and pure, so clean that she makes people unable to resist the urge to crush her. She is kind and tough. She is gentle like jade and will occasionally burst out sharp teeth like a wild cat...]

Why did I want to take her for myself! What was wrong with that?

"If you truly cannot bear to part with Xinglang, then let's leave this matter at that."

The key was that Feng Xinglang did not have time to waste on this woman.

"Don't leave it! I will work hard to find a suitable partner for Feng Xinglang! But you have to tell him not to go back on his word! How difficult it would be for me! " Xueluo anxiously said.

There was no doubt that this was an excellent opportunity. Whether she was his girlfriend or his wife, one of the goals of finding a woman for Feng Xinglang was to cure the bad habit of Feng Xinglang always running towards her room! Even if he changed the lock, it would still be useless to him. Wouldn't it be smarter if a living person were to look at him now?

'Feng Lixin' narrowed his eyes and glared at the woman in his arms. It was as if he had to agree to this even if he didn't want to.

"Mm, then we'll do as you say." There was a hint of impatience.

The moment 'Feng Lixin' agreed, Xueluo's heart was fiercely pierced.

Was he really going to help Feng Xinglang find a woman?

Definitely, definitely! He ought to get rid of Feng Xinglang, and he must get rid of Feng Xinglang as well!

Why was his heart so uncomfortable!

Along the way, Feng Xinglang used his own two hands to meticulously measure Xueluo's body a few times: from soft to soft, from shy to not shameful.

Although this kind of intimacy between husband and wife made Xueluo a little uncomfortable, she didn't struggle too much. Perhaps she felt that this was all because of Feng Lixin and her husband's power.

However... But how could this man's methods be the same as Feng Xinglang that Satan?

d.a.m.n it, why did he think of Feng Xinglang, that Demon Man! Lin Xueluo, are you going crazy?

Along the way, 'Feng Lixin' would occasionally remind the driver Little Qian with a light cough: "Will you die if you slow down?"

However, the driver Xiao Qian didn't understand the true meaning of this cough. Instead, he drove the Rolls-Royce faster and faster. If it wasn't for the traffic jam, he would probably be able to fly back!

[To think that Butler Mo would fall for this idiot!] Someone really wants to knock him on the head with a brick board!

It would be foolish to say that the driver was stupid.

But there were some people that were so stupid that Feng Xinglang had to suspect that they were fake.

For example, Butler Mo.

Not only was Butler Mo skilled, he was also skilled in financial affairs. Logically speaking, he was not related to the word 'stupid'.

Seeing Xueluo push in Feng Lixin's wheelchair into the living room, Butler Mo immediately went forward to welcome him.

"Madam, you are back. Second Young Master, tonight, Nanny An has cooked East Slope Meat and Steeled Ox Willow, both of which are your favorite dishes. "

Butler Mo said happily. To be able to see Second Young Master and Second Madame going home together, Housekeeper Mo was naturally happy for them.

However...

It's just that with your sharp and lively eyes, how can you tell that the one sitting on the wheelchair is him, Feng Xinglang, and not 'Feng Lixin'?

Are you talking like a child? What matters is that you seem so far away from your childhood!

If that's the case, could it be that you, a weathered butler, couldn't tell that Feng Xinglang was pretending to be big brother to tease his wife?

Was she deliberately trying to undermine Feng Xinglang's reputation for him?

"Xinglang... He's back? "

Xueluo very innocently looked behind him, and thought that Butler Mo was talking to Feng Xinglang, who just happened to be at the door or at the door. It was just that the door was empty. Even Little Qian was not behind them.

Who was Butler Mo talking to?

Could it be that Butler Mo thought of the 'Feng Lixin' on the wheelchair as Feng Xinglang?

In fact, it was Feng Xinglang who was the most quick-witted and astute.

"Xueluo, are you out to see if Xinglang is back yet? As soon as he comes back, I told him to come upstairs to find me! "

After successfully diverting Xueluo's attention away, Feng Xinglang glared at Butler Mo, "Butler Mo, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, could you please send me back to the treatment room?"

"Oh, oh, oh, good." Butler Mo agreed immediately. He could already smell Feng Xinglang's indignant anger.

"Lixin, aren't you going to go upstairs after dinner?"

Xueluo asked. She was a little reluctant to let go of Feng Lixin and allow herself to be locked in that limited and repressed medical treatment room.

"I just want to see Xinglang now! Go out and wait for him to come back! Once he's back, let him come into the medical room. " Feng Lixin 's stern words stopped Xueluo from persuading him to stay. There was another reason, which was to send Xueluo off so that he could head upstairs.

Changing from one ident.i.ty to another!

Seeing that Feng Xinglang was truly angry, Butler Mo sighed: "I know that he isn't going to face Xueluo as his' husband '." Since he was young, Second Young Master Feng Xinglang's personality had always been so strange, it was difficult to understand his inner world!

"Madam, you should go out and wait for Second Young Master. I will send First Young Master upstairs. " Butler Mo advised.

"Oh, okay." Xueluo loosened the handle of the wheelchair, "Lixin, you need to recuperate properly, go to the United States and do some further treatment."

Xueluo still wanted to say something, but was stopped by the words' Feng Lixin '.

"Mm, I understand. Go out and wait for Xinglang. "Remember to ask him to come to the treatment room. I have something to say to him."

Speaking of which, Feng Xinglang's work of attacking the east and attacking the west, secretly pa.s.sing through Chen Cang, was really outstanding.

Xueluo waited on the steps outside the courtyard, deep in thought.

The driver, Xiao Qian, stopped the car and walked over from the garage with Second Young Master Feng Xinglang's phone. It seemed like they were prepared to be brought in to Feng Xinglang.

"Madame, why are you sitting outside? Who are you waiting for?" The driver, Little Qian, casually asked.

"I'm waiting for your Second Young Master. Lixin wants to see him. " Xueluo replied.

"Didn't you just push Second Young Master inside? I just stopped my car, why is Second Young Master out again? "

Alright, I have to say that Little Qian is honest enough, and he's also heartless!