MTL - Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me-Chapter 32 Find a good wife for you!

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This is the first time that Xue Luo has seen the real Feng Lixin. She just didn't know it. At the same time, she came into Feng Lixin's medical room for the first time.

The first feeling is cold. It is several degrees lower than the outside temperature. The cold environment is more conducive to Feng Lixin's skin care.

It is also mixed with a pungent disinfectant.

The room was dark. Xue Luo vaguely saw Feng Lixin lying on the special bed.

"Li Xin ..." She went over and murmured. Tears rolled down instantly.

It is not that she is not strong enough, but Feng Lixin, who is surrounded by various vital signs monitoring instruments, is really pitiful. Sighed that life would be so fragile at this moment.

A living life is trapped in the cold medical equipment.

"Brother, are you okay?" Feng Xinglang leaned over and asked Feng Lixin on the bed.

"I'm fine. Snow fell, scared you, right?" Feng Lixin watched the snow fall, hissing caring voice in the destroyed vocal cords.

"Li Xin, I'm not afraid anymore." Xue Luo choked. She followed Feng Xinglang and leaned over. I can't tell what's different, but I feel that Feng Lixin at this moment is much more severely injured than when he saw it two times before. Almost no words can be said.

"Xue Luo ... Xing Lang was injured. You and Dr. Xing should help him treat the wound first." Feng Lixin knew that Feng Xinglang had pretended to scare Xue Luo by posing as him, and he did not reveal it. But he didn't seem to want to face Xue Luo for a long time. A young heart made him more or less humble.

After confirming that Feng Lixin was safe and sound, Feng Xinglang left the medical room with Dr. Xiao Xing.

in the room.

The chestnut-shaped muscles of the man beautifully show the young and powerful smooth texture of the owner. The healthy wheat-colored skin on the left shoulder was stained with dazzling bright red blood. The other kind of sensuality and **** beauty deeply attracted Xue Luo's eyes. Distressed and compassionate, it brought a little bit of shame.

The wound cut by the dagger was not deep, but it was ten centimeters long, shocking.

Xue Luo followed Dr. Jin's assistant Xiao Xing to treat Feng Xinglang's wound. Sterilize, apply medicine, and apply wound-promoting wound-specific bio-organic materials.

"Second, don't touch the water on your left shoulder for at least two days."

After the wound was healed, assistant Xiao Xing gave a confession and left the room with a medical tray. As a result, only Snowfall and Fengxinglang remained in the room.

It is estimated that in order to avoid sweating, the temperature in the room was adjusted very low by Dr. Xing. Worried that the man would catch cold, Xue Luo carefully put his robe on Feng Xinglang's shoulder, for fear of touching the wound on the man's left shoulder.

Feng Xinglang's tenderness made Feng Xinglang look back and watch: the tears of snow falling from her eyes and tears were extremely touching.

Blood and affection always have a mysterious force that complements each other and stimulates each other. Coupled with women's tears as a fuse, the most primitive feelings of men rise. As a result, the body became full with excitement.

"Why are you crying? Scared?" Feng Xinglang's voice took on a strong magnetism. Especially when he looked at Xue Luo's eyes, as bright as stars, he seemed to have a little dark and evil spirit.

Snow fell on her refreshing red lips, which looked like a cherry blossom, and said with a dumb weeping voice, "Feng Xinglang, thank you for stopping that knife."

A woman's touch sometimes comes so suddenly. It's like you don't know when the baby has a little tooth that pleases the mother. The touch deep in the soul, without any modification, is exceptionally fragrant.

"Then how are you going to thank me? It's so sincere to say by mouth," Feng Xinglang's voice was deep.

Under the guise of playing with sex, he dared to dare his forefinger over the delicate jaw of Xue Luo. He was sitting, and there was a close encounter with the woman Miao Man's chest. As the woman breathes, it's ups and downs.

Forces men to not want to try their feel or taste!

Seeing the man's gaze and words raging again, he ate a long, wise snowfall and immediately conditionedly stepped back, responding with a vigilant tone to Feng Xinglang's ambiguous words.

"I plan to work with your elder brother to find a good wife for you!" This is how Xue Luo would like to thank Feng Xinglang for his content.

Looking for a woman for your husband? This idiot woman is really generous.

Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were cold and cold, one got up, and combined with a vigorous oppression, he put snow falling between the sofa and his chest.

He decided to do what he just wanted to do: try her hand.

This is only the first step, and it can be regarded as a punishment for not speaking badly. Is there a woman who is generous enough to find a woman for her husband? How much she Lin Xueluo despise him Feng Xinglang!

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Quickly open!" Xue Luo panicked and tried to shove Kaifeng Xinglang's strong physique. Unfortunately, her slenderness made such a shove into a shivering tree. Instead, it increases friction and rubbing between each other. Breed something more emotional.

"Lin Xueluo, don't you want to thank me? I want to ask for it myself!" The man's charm was so crisp.

After Xue Luo resisted again, his knuckle forefinger penetrated into her clothes, stroked her heavily on her half white, and then hooked the tip between the knuckles, gently pinching the bad one ...

This feel is really perfect. It seems to be tailor-made for him.

This pinch is not very painful, but the itch in the bones breeds fine and small pains. Xueluo realized once again: he was thin and light again by this bad man!

"Feng Xinglang, you ... you ... you asshole! How dare you belittle me ... you ... are you worthy of your elder brother?" Xue Luo indignantly incoherent.

"This can only be regarded as a relationship between men and women! What's the matter with my elder brother?" Feng Xinglang's hand simply covered the snow falling side. It just made him feel uncomfortable through the thick sponge.

The snow fell into shame and anger, and decided not to tell the man any more reason. Because this man simply cannot use normal thinking to deal with this shy question.

Therefore, Xue Luo decided to let this man have a little memory. She built up strength on her forehead, and then slammed into Feng Xinglang's straight, three-dimensional nose bridge.

Xue Luo firmly believed that his forehead would be stronger than Feng Xinglang's nose bridge.

It didn't seem that Wen Wanru, a little sheep's snowfall, would attack herself coldly, and Feng Xinglang instinctively sideways avoided it.

At the same time, Snow fell on the man's strong waist and added a foot, and immediately climbed up from the sofa to be free.

Seeing the woman running towards the door of the room, Feng Xing, who was still intent and passionate, said, "Where are you going? You need to bathe me in a while!"