Sweet Marriage with My Evil Husband

"Don't you invite me in?"

Yan Bang didn't mean to leave.

"So late Go back to your own nest Feng Xinglang gave Yan bang a light glance.

"What time is it? It's too late! "

Yan Bang came in behind Feng Xinglang and said, "I can't even drink water to help you with such a big favor?"

Feng Xinglang rewarded Yan bang with a cold look, "get out of here after drinking the water!"

"So impatient? What kind of fire? "

Yan Bang sat down on the sofa opposite Feng Xinglang, "look at the melancholy on your face What's bothering you again? "

"About Xia Yi's book, did you poke it to Xia Zhengyang?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I must go!"

Yan Bang put his strength leg on the leather pier, "this kind of rotten thing, you go to lose more identity!"

"What are you going to do with Xia Yi's book?"

Feng Xinglang asked. After all, there is a Xia Zhengyang in the middle. It's too much to look up and look down.

"It's not appropriate for you to care so much about the size of my men?"

The implication is: I think how to write Xia Yi Shu has nothing to do with you. You still want to be the president of Fengda!

"Take it easy! Even if you beat a dog, you have to look at Xia Zhengyang, the master! "

Feng Xinglang didn't want to pay more attention to Xia Yishu. A soldier who has not yet appeared is enough to upset him.

"Mr. Yan, I warmed you a glass of milk to help you sleep."

Aunt an brought warm milk to Yan bang. It's almost 11 o'clock in the evening. It's obviously not suitable to drink tea.

"I'm not used to it! Get me a cup of coffee again! It needs to be polished now! "

Yan Bang drinks milk. But at this moment, he didn't want to drink. Because the coffee is more time-consuming, so he can continue to sit with Feng Xinglang. Even if it was just chatting, he felt comfortable.

"Yes, Mr. Yan. I'll make coffee for you."

For Yan bang, the great benefactor of the family, aunt an still has great respect.

What Yan Bang met was Feng Xinglang's sharp eyes, "Yan bang, you want to drink coffee back to your own nest! You toss about an old man who is nearly 60 years old. Are you cheap or not? "

"Just a cup of coffee Do you need to hurt me so much? "

Yan Bang grinned and supported his head with his hand. He looked at Feng Xinglang lazily. "You are not scared by that army bastard, are you? Look at you, you look like you're worried about food and sleep! "

Feng Xinglang first glanced at the kitchen, and then looked at Yan Bang: indicating that his topic was enough!

"Is it necessary to make yourself a frightened bird? If that army bastard dares to come to Shencheng, I will let him come in vertically and go out horizontally! "

"Yan bang, when will you be able to change your boasting

Feng Xinglang sneered, "a square like the sea, is not enough for you to learn a lesson?"

Yan Bang's thick eyebrows raised, "I can see that you are sarcastic again! But you are free, as long as you are happy

"Be alert these days! Don't be such a bitch to see my jokes! Laozi's life is not easy. I think your good life of Yanbang will come to an end! Your interests with me in Shencheng are very cold! "

He didn't know what Feng Xinglang saw or felt, so his way of chatting with Yan Bang became serious.

"Who are the lips and the teeth? It's said that lips and teeth depend on each other I haven't seen you with me

Yan Bang still looks like you're hitting me. Just half holding on the sofa and looking at Feng Xinglang, such a moment is really leisurely.

"Go back to work! Let leopard head take it easy! Let's stop tonight! I don't want my woman to be upset about it

Leaving the order, Feng Xinglang got up and went 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, snow is still sleeping soundly.

Seems to have had a beautiful dream, the corner of the lip is still smiling.

The man couldn't help leaning over and kissing the gentle cheek of the woman, as well as the sweet smile of the corner of the lip.

"I envy you There is such a husband who loves you so much

The man bit the earlobe of the woman and said the unique love words of Feng Xinglang.

The woman is ticklish shrunk neck, groping toward the man's warm chest close to the past.

Continuous love words, warm arms, and the appearance of snow falling asleep.

This night, warmth!

……

That night, the snow fell and slept very well.

The next day was another sunny day.

Xueluo sits in front of the rich breakfast, but he just does not want to eat.

Peace was restored. As if last night's thrilling scene had never happened.She is still Feng Xinglang's favorite woman;

Feng's second wife; Feng Linnuo's dear mother!

No one can shake her present position! Whether it's material or spiritual!

The little guy is drinking milk and eating meat pie.

"Mommy, why don't you just look and eat? Can you see how full you are? "

The little guy licked the crumbs at the corner of his mouth. "Mommy, you're not going on a diet again, are you? No! Meaty mummy and son like it better! It's very soft and comfortable to hold

"Oh, in order to Hold Mommy comfortably, do you let mommy sacrifice her body to cooperate with you? How can you be as selfish as your father

Although xueluo has no appetite, he is still energetic.

"How selfish is my husband? No such analogy! "

Feng Xinglang delivers the potato cake just made by Aunt an to his wife.

But xueluo took a small potato cake and bit it, but put it back into the basket.

"What's the matter? No appetite? "

Seeing that the woman really had no appetite, Feng Xinglang asked again, "was the hoof arm of the red braised wild boar still greasy last night?"

"I don't want to Dry. " The snow is falling and murmuring.

"Then have some pumpkin porridge. Moisten the mouth and nourish the stomach. "

Feng Xinglang gave the woman a small bowl of stewed pumpkin porridge.

"I don't want to..." Snow looked at the orange pumpkin porridge, straight frown.

"Mommy, why are you so picky today? It's almost more pretentious than my own son! "

Little guys seldom see that mommy is picky. What's more, pumpkin porridge with small potato cake has always been one of Mommy's favorite breakfasts.

But this morning's snow, just don't want to eat. Just looking at the pumpkin porridge and small potato cake, my chest is blocked and uncomfortable, let alone eating.

Half a mouthful of potato cake is still in my mouth, but I can't swallow it.

"Then eat some meat to fight against the greasy."

Feng Xinglang feeds the bacon rolls on the chopsticks to xueluo's lips