Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Xueluo felt that he himself was about to be driven crazy by this man.

He had actually locked her in handcuffs? Furthermore, they were locked together with him!

Xueluo found it hard to believe: The reason why this man did all this like a madman was only because he \'beat\' his child to death five years ago!

If he really cared about that \'premature\' child, why did he have a daughter with Lan Youyou so quickly?

Could it be that his cultivation had also gone berserk, and he wanted to give birth to a child to heal his wounds?

No matter what kind of psychology this man had, or what excuses he had, it could not change the fact that he had betrayed her.

Maybe he had never loved her before, and regardless of whether it was voluntary or not, their marriage truly existed.

Betrayal was a betrayal!

Xueluo didn\'t want to go crazy with this man!

She still had a son to support!

Xueluo forced himself to calm down, and he was no longer restless. She sat down in the chair next to him.

"Feng Xinglang, you said that you want to live with me for your entire life … Then what about Lan Youyou? What about your daughter? "

Xueluo lifted his head, and could only look up at Feng Xinglang\'s handsome, handsome, yet decadent, and miserable appearance.

Feng Xinglang did not follow closely behind in answering Xueluo\'s question, but instead stared deeply at Xueluo\'s elegant and clean face that did not have the slightest hint of remorse.

It was as if the woman\'s question had made him feel that it was ear-piercing.

Maybe, in Feng Xinglang\'s opinion, women should be haggard and regretful. But Feng Xinglang could not see any of these on Lin Xueluo\'s elegant face.

"Lin Xueluo, I had always thought that Lan Youyou was the most vicious woman, while you, Lin Xueluo, are just a white lotus who had been innocently injured.

"Although Lan Youyou is venomous, she dotes on them. She did not hesitate to sacrifice her own life for the sake of giving birth to them."

"And you, Lin Xueluo? Because of my indifference and indifference towards you, and because of that, my anger towards this child in my stomach, and even angrily threw it away … "

Feng Xinglang\'s voice was a little hoarse. He closed his eyes, raised his head and strove to suppress and calm his anger and grief.

Feng Xinglang\'s words made Xueluo\'s heart really ache: So Lan Youyou had actually succeeded in transforming in his heart?

She, Lan Youyou, dotes on her own daughter. Could it be that she, Lin Xueluo, doesn\'t care about her own son?

But in his eyes, Lin Xueluo had become the most vicious one!

Xueluo suddenly felt that he did not want to argue with Feng Xinglang.

She didn\'t want to say anything!

No matter what she said, her heart would feel indescribably painful!

"Yes!" I am the most vicious woman! "

Xueluo laughed bitterly, and actually admitted it after following Feng Xinglang\'s meaning.

"Let me go! I wish you and Lan Youyou, as well as your daughters, a happy family! "

Xue didn\'t want to cry, because she didn\'t need to cry. She didn\'t even have a reason to cry. But Xueluo\'s eyes were still red.

"Joy at home. What a happy family! "

Feng Xinglang sneered sinisterly, "Lin Xueluo, I\'ll bring you down to hell with me! Then we can have fun at home! "

Before Xueluo could recover from her earlier sadness, her body was suddenly tightened by the man.

It was a kind of tight embrace that could suffocate her, as if it wanted to deeply embed her into the depths of its own soul.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing … "Quickly let go!"

Xueluo was not used to sudden hugs by men. Furthermore, such hugs brought about killing intent. She could not breathe smoothly.

The unique scent that only belonged to males could be smelt through Xueluo\'s nose and mouth. There was no longer the pungent smell of alcohol like last time. There was only Feng Xinglang\'s faint, stiff, and lonely smell.

Feng Xinglang suddenly started to kiss her.

His lips were warm, at least warmer than his words.

It was also lonely! It was as if he had forgotten how to kiss the woman in his arms.

Her lips were soft, warm, and slightly quivering. She had the appearance of someone who had been drinking for a long time.

He seemed to have found a way to punish her.

He stuffed his breath, his tongue of force, into Xueluo\'s mouth, inch by inch, stealing the sweet taste that originally belonged to her into his own mouth. Then, he poured his hostility into her mouth, forcing her to swallow everything that belonged to him.

His anger, his breath; the ruthlessness he had suppressed for five years!

Also, there was an indescribable trace of thick love!

It had been like he was about to kiss her soul!

That instant of red blush of shyness dyed Xueluo\'s small face that was elegant and pure white.

Xueluo, who had not been kissed by a man for five years, gave birth to a young woman\'s unique shyness, making her look even more charming.

After a long kiss, Xueluo\'s lips were slightly swollen, and her delicate red lips were as eye-catching as morning flowers.

Feng Xinglang stared deeply at the little girl in his arms, who was extremely embarrassed and furious, as he gently caressed her cheeks with the corner of his thumb, and slid across it bit by bit. It was as if he wanted to merge the face in front of him with the one that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

"The reason I gave you the tracker was so that Cong Gang could save you and your son …"

After staring for a long time, Feng Xinglang slowly opened his mouth. It was as if he wanted to say something to the woman in his arms: He cared about her and the life of the child in her womb. It was just that as a matter of fact, Cong Gang had saved him, Feng Xinglang, but he had left the mother and son behind.

This was not what Feng Xinglang had hoped for! He would rather leave Feng Xinglang himself! And that\'s what he did!

As he recalled the scene on the cruise ship five years ago, Xueluo\'s tears uncontrollably rolled down his face.

Perhaps she had really neglected the care a man had for her and her child. It was just that he was carrying the shackles of gratitude towards his big brother Feng Lixin.

"Lin Xueluo, do you still love me?"

Feng Xinglang stared at the woman and asked deeply.

Did he still love this man?

Xueluo raised her tear-stained eyes and looked at the man in front of her with affection.

The man was still as handsome and handsome as he was years ago. He had clear and cold facial features, a handsome nose that was like a three-dimensional mountain range, and his thin lips. He was always holding onto the strong charm of a man.

He had been thinking about this man for five years, how could he not love him!

But could she have a future with him?

Just as he was unsure of how to answer, a "splatter" sound rang, and the money pouch in Xueluo\'s hands dropped onto the ground.

"Where did all this money come from? "You seem to be living quite comfortably!"

Feng Xinglang sneered.

It was as if he was very dissatisfied with Xueluo\'s charm and wealth.

"I got it from selling myself! It\'s none of your business! "

Fine, I have a cheap mouth again!