Sweet Marriage with My Evil Husband

The snow falls to send out a dissatisfied light hum, wriggle the body of uneasiness again toward seal line Lang to stick past.

At this moment, the behavior of snow falling seems to have been out of the control of the brain. How can she know how touching she is at this moment.

When he looked at her, it was like the warm morning light gliding across the lake, rippling.

Of course, Feng Xinglang knew that the false appearances of women were made by the things in the bowl of porridge.

Women are still feudal in essence!

So he pushed her away coldly. Although the breath is shortness, although the body is in trouble.

Snow really hard, not only the small face hot pretty red, the whole person also seems to have been baked by charcoal. It seems that only by unraveling ourselves can we relieve such discomfort.

Throat tight, eyes deep.

So how can xueluo miss the chance to get close to him. That I still feel pity for the small appearance, has been itching to the heart of Feng Xinglang.

He held up xueluo's chin, and let her pretty red face, which was almost bleeding, look into his eyes. He coagulated her deeply, imprisoned her, and made her unable to avoid his burning eyes.

"Lin xueluo, you see clearly, who am I?" The sound seemed to come from deep in the throat. Panting with emotion.

"You are Seal... "

Xueluo deeply stares at the man in front of her: a handsome and resolute face, still so cold, he has never looked down upon her, always like to elongate a smelly face.

"You are Feng Xinglang I know you The snow suddenly laughed.

That kind of smile in the drug catalysis, Qin sweet incomparable. You don't have to judge by your brain any more. You can say whatever you want.

"You are very abnormal now. Do you know what you are doing?" The man reminds the woman of what she is doing now. He wanted her to see his face, his face.

"Feng Xinglang I I want to be your woman! Now How about that? "

Xueluo must raise her head to see feng Xinglang's face. This face can't remember how many nights she had appeared in her dream.

Xue Luo raised her hand trembling, but she stroked the man's handsome face bravely and murmured: "Feng Xinglang, is that you?"

So ashamed to speak, even from their own teeth overflow.

It must be a dream!

This is the boldest dream that snow has ever had.

The corner of a man's lips has a beautiful radian; again, his lips, like feathers, slide across her cheek, her ear, her neck.

"All right, here you are. Come and get it

Tender, delicate, trying to make her relax!

I have to say that this man's figure is really good.

The clean, silky and powerful back is full of the soft halo of love under the light, and the shoulder blades are bulging, which makes it extremely healthy; the muscles of the arms are tight and beautiful, the waist is thin and strong, and the long legs hide a strong sense of strength

All of them publicize his wild beauty.

And Bai Mo in the monitoring room is laughing.

Although we can't see the picture, the sound is exciting enough.

"Brother Yan, how about my method. "Here you are. Here you are." Hahaha, I'm so emotional that my teeth are sore! "

"This is the highest level of playing with a wife! The point is that his wife doesn't know he's her husband! "

Bai Mo admired Feng Xinglang's karate. "When I have a wife, I'll tease her like that! That's exciting

But Yan Bang seems to be in silence. He closes his eyes slightly, and his resolute features are full of melancholy.

Morning light, through the vent. It seems a little dazzling.

Blowing the warm curtains, as if the girl is dancing skirt.

He has always been unfriendly, but this time Feng Xinglang has little patience.

No matter whether there is a result between him and her, cruel or desolate. Feng Xinglang just wants her to leave a good memory and aftertaste.

A woman's life is precious this time.

She has stuck to it for more than 20 years. Just for this, it's worth him to cherish her!

Therefore, whenever the snow recalled this moment, she did not have the slightest regret.

Don't regret, but it doesn't mean it's not a mistake!

A beautiful mistake, a mistake she will never forget.

At this moment, the snow really became the woman of Feng Xinglang! She transformed herself from a girl into a woman with the bright red color symbolizing the purity and beauty of the girl! He's a good woman!

The snow fell heavily on the man's solid shoulder.

She's in pain, and she wants him to follow her!

She not only wanted to be remembered all her life, but also hoped that he could not easily forget himself.She wanted to leave something on him So she bit him on the shoulder!

With her tears winding down together!

On the sofa outside, the man lit a cigarette. He was puffing up clouds.

After the smoke, Jun's face kept a secret. I don't know if I'm savoring my passion or thinking about something. All in all, Feng Xinglang doesn't seem to be very happy.

I don't know when the iron gate has opened. As he said, it's just the right way to get out of here.

Feng Xinglang is waiting for the woman to tidy up.

It all happened so suddenly that people were in a trance and unreal. Snow is sitting sluggishly, like a puppet stripped of thinking.

But outside Feng Xinglang has been waiting patiently. He didn't come in to urge the snow to fall.

He gave her enough time and space to organize her body and mind.

It took a long time for the snow to come out of it. When I saw Feng Xinglang smoking on the sofa, all my thoughts seemed to return in an instant.

She moved her eyes at a loss. Then I saw the open iron gate.

"How are you?" He asked. It's very thoughtful of you to ask.

How are you? Snow did not know how to answer. Should I nod or shake my head?

"It's not stupid, is it?" Feng Xinglang cut the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray.

Then stand up, toward the static snow a few steps closer; do not know if it is a reflex, snow instinctively back.

"Don't touch you!" Feng Xinglang took off his suit and put it on xueluo's shoulder. "Can we go now?"

In the fast Ferrari, the snow looks a little stagnant. Silently, looking at the changing scenery outside the window.

Xueluo didn't know how the kidnappers opened the iron gate and gave her freedom with Feng Xinglang. She didn't want to know!

In the flowing time, the snow is quiet and beautiful, like a melancholy oil painting.

When passing by a drugstore, she saw the advertisement on the French window: Yuting, love!

"Stop parking! Stop the car Cried the snow.