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Chapter 528 - Feng Xinglang, do you still have any shame?

Xueluo longed to be loved!

Especially for this man who was in love with her, she was actually thinking about him day and night.

Xueluo's willpower was not that resolute. She couldn't bear it any longer. If it weren't for the fact that the little girl in her stomach was her own child with this man, her mind wouldn't have been so tenacious.

A woman's tenderness came quickly enough to prove that she needed him, that she longed for him.

In fact, the fact that he had been so compact, so tight, and so difficult for a woman to bear when he was in a teahouse was a good illustration of this: For five years, a woman had protected him like a jade.

Most women put love first, but most men.

When Feng Xinglang was frivolous to women, it was also gentle. Like leaves falling on water, ripples spread outward, covering the entire surface of the lake. Not only was the surface of the lake shaking, even the rocks at the bottom of the lake were also shaking … Joy like a needle crawling between her bones!

If even this Xueluo did not wake up, then she was truly a pig!

Thus, in the next second, Xueluo opened his sleepy eyes. Before she could make her decision, she felt the weight of the mountain on her body.

In the guest room, it was not completely dark, but there was a soft orange lamp to help him sleep.

Xueluo looked at the man on his body.

A beautiful curve formed on the corner of Feng Xinglang's lips.

At this moment, Xueluo seemed to be a little confused. She widened her pretty eyes that were a little shy as she kept on looking at him …

"You like watching me?" he asked charmingly.

She took a light sip of her lips. He slightly exerted his strength, carrying with him a domineering aura that was as if it was made of nature.

It was only when he moved again that she realized that all this was not just a dream. The item that she was currently wrapping up actually existed. It was not an illusion!

Xueluo was ashamed. Every cell in the body seems to be responding: they are happy. And such happiness, was precisely what Feng Xinglang had given it.

"Feng Xinglang, you bastard! Hurry up and die! "

Xueluo was almost angered from embarrassment. She swore at the man in a low voice. But following her low and stern voice, what came out was the mutter in her son Linnuo's dream.

Xueluo was shocked, as though his own body had reflexively shrunk; it stimulated Feng Xinglang to the point that he let out a satisfied groan. It spread from his teeth all the way to his bones and limbs, all the way to the depths of his bone marrow.

"Child... Nuonuo is here! "

Xueluo turned his head to look at his son Linnuo, who would occasionally pout his lips in sleep. He was so nervous that his heart almost flew out of his throat.

What is this man doing? Did he even know what shame was?

"Then don't be a good boy! "Cooperate well with me!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep, like the last note of a cello, tainted with a man's charm.

The woman couldn't bear to refuse, but she had to. Unless she, Lin Xueluo, was crazy!

"Cooperate your sister!" Feng Xinglang, if you don't open your eyes, I will … I will wake Nuonuo up! So that he can see just how shameless and despicable you, the son of a bitch, can be! "

"Great!" If you wake up our own son, I'll wake him up for you! "This little guy is already 5 years old. It's good to have an early education in this area!"

"..."

The man's unbridled and unbridled words rendered Xueluo speechless. Of course she didn't want to wake her son up to observe, she only wanted to scare Feng Xinglang away so that he would retract his actions.

But who would have thought that Feng Xinglang's shamelessness had already reached the pinnacle.

"Feng Xinglang, do you even have any shame?"

Xueluo really wanted to kick this man to Siberia.

"Do you know the role of the marriage certificate? It's my license to sleep in the open! It's protected by the law! "

Feng Xinglang continued his actions as he spoke those words that were unbearable to listen to.

Lightly stroking his son's adorable head, he asked, "My good son, did you like the cradle that your father made for you?"

"..." Xueluo wanted to bite this man to death.

If it were five years ago, she would definitely have risked her life to fight against the hooligan; but her son Linnuo was sleeping by her side, she really didn't want her son to see how terrible she was. Thus, she gritted her teeth and silently treated herself as a lifeless wooden puppet.

They thought that Feng Xinglang would just open his mind to them; but they didn't think that this man could even love a wooden person so dearly.

It was as if she had just realised that a heartless man like Feng Xinglang didn't need any feelings when doing this.

Like animals in the animal world.

"Feng Xinglang, you're bullying me … Bullying me, you … You don't. Don't you feel ashamed? "

Xueluo's words were almost shattered by him. They were in a mess and couldn't come up with a single smooth sentence.

I really don't know if this man did it on purpose or not.

"Just this action alone, I am truly embarrassed!" How about we go to the sofa and put on more postures? "

"..."

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The next morning.

The whole world was bright. The sunlight penetrated through the faint mist and gently sprinkled every single blade of grass and tree in the courtyard of the Feng Family.

In the guest room, the young and the old were snuggling together.

Little friend Linnuo used to wrap a strong arm around Mommy's neck; it's just that this Mommy didn't seem to be right.

It seemed... It was like something soft was missing!

In its haziness, the little guy felt Feng Xinglang's muscular body with its little hands.

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: "What is this little thing touching?" Could it be a habitual action? He was kissing his mother's breasts?

Little bastard, you were the one who took advantage of the situation?

Feng Xinglang held onto his son's small hand. After being comforted, the little thing in his arms quieted down.

Feng Xinglang stared deeply at his son's tiny, fat face: long eyelashes drooping, a high nose bridge, and those clear and cold lips … The more he looked at it, the more it resembled his own small replica.

How blind was he to be to not immediately recognize that this little thing was Feng Xinglang's seed!

Or perhaps it was because he was attracted by the little guy's cute little head... This should be the masterpiece of Lin Xueluo, that foolish woman who thought that she was clever.

Feng Xinglang stroked his son's tiny face a little, as if he couldn't see enough no matter how hard he looked.

Little thing, do you know how much your bastard's father loves you? I'm glad you're back with this bastard daddy again. He was so happy that he almost went crazy with joy!