Chapter 692 Love Is Not a Goal, but a Journey

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Feng Xinglang seemed to be stunned for a moment: he picked up the two hundred-yuan bills on his mouth, and smiled with a smirk.

"This is... the service fee you gave me? I'm worth 200 yuan?"

"Hmm! With your conditions, it's worth almost two hundred yuan! If it's too much, it's just flattering you!"

Xueluo felt that her face was getting hotter and hotter uncontrollably.

You know, Xueluo is a conservative woman, so she still needs some shame to say such unrestrained words.

Feng Xinglang was smiling, but the smile was not clear. Leisurely, like fine wine hidden deep in an alley. Just staring at the woman's pretty red face with a half-smile.

"What do Ms. Lin think of my son's service?" He asked leisurely.

"It's so-so! It's still... passable!"

Xueluo quickly looked away. She really didn't dare to meet the man's evil eyes.

It seems that only then did he realize that he is only an entry-level person talking dirty to this man, but this man is a hardcore one.

It's the rhythm of self-inflicted humiliation!

"It seems that my son has not served Ms. Lin comfortably..."

Xueluo felt that the man's voice was getting closer and closer, and then, she saw the magnified handsome face in the mirror, as well as that muscular body with every inch of it.

"Feng Xinglang, please put on your clothes first!"

What a madman! How could this devilish man have such a bad habit?

"Hey, are you shy? It's not like I haven't seen it... Wife, you are so naughty!"

Feng Xinglang squeezed over and sat on the bench in front of the vanity mirror; this posture was just able to embrace Xueluo's soft and boneless figure.

"Feng Xinglang, are you finished? Hurry up and get dressed, and then go pick up Nuonuo together."

Yulong City is really not suitable for a woman to go alone; and Xueluo, who is not familiar with the place, can only call Feng Xinglang together.

"Knowing that you love our son, I have asked Yan Bang to send our own son here!"

Feng Xinglang used the slightly prickly beard on his chin to deliberately rub Xueluo's smooth and white neck; fine and dense pains arose on it.

The mutual massage of the chin and the neck is extraordinarily intimate and warm.

"Feng Xinglang... If... If I wasn't Nuonuo's mother, would you still skip the Xia family's three thousand dollars to actively pursue me, a Cinderella?"

Xueluo turned her head sideways, staring deeply at the man's handsome face.

Feng Xinglang raised his thick sword eyebrows slightly, and gently stroked the woman's pretty cheek with his open palm.

"For me: love is not a goal, but a journey... From acquaintance, to acquaintance, to love... There is no draft, no if! Of course, it can also be said that this is a kind of destiny! "

The man's words were soft and superficial, but they were exceptionally clear.

Blooming out from the depths of the soul little by little, wrapping Xueluo's tearful body and mind with tenderness.

"Feng Xinglang...I..."

Xueluo really wanted to say to this man: She has loved him for a long, long time, as early as it was love at first sight when they first met in the Feng family.

Such a humble emotion has always supported Xueluo to overcome one difficulty after another, struggling from the abyss of death; desperately trying to save her and his children.

The man's temptation and deceit made Xueluo not have the confidence to yearn and look forward to the love between them; she could only do everything possible to keep his child, because it was the crystallization of her own love.

Xueluo was speechless, but hugged the man's strong shoulders tightly, whimpered, and nibbled the flesh of his neck to calm the turmoil in her heart.

*****

Lin Nuo was sent to the hotel by Yan Bang himself.

For a character like Yan Bang, the hotel respects and fears him at the same time. Feng Xinglang has always warned Yan Bang: Be low-key. But Yan Bang has always turned a deaf ear to it.

Today, Yan Bang has been arrogant and arrogant; even if he dies violently on the street tomorrow, it will be worth it! This is Yanbang's code of conduct.

"Mommy...kiss Mommy..."

The shouting sound from outside the door made Xueluo instantly happy, and she quickly got up to open the door.

"Nonuo..." Xueluo hugged her son whom she hadn't seen for more than ten hours.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for sending Nuonuo here. Sorry to trouble you."

To the tough Yan Bang, Xueluo had always been courteous. She knew that Yan Bang was an extremely difficult person to mess with.

"En." Yan Bang just hummed casually, but looked around in the presidential suite and asked, "Where's Feng Xinglang?"

"He...he's in the bathroom." Xueluo responded.

Yan Bang went straight to the bathroom.

The little guy looked carefully at Mommy's cheek, and hummed with some dissatisfaction: "Mummy, have you already been kissed by the bastard Feng Xinglang? Look at this face, it's all swollen from being kissed! "

"..." Xueluo couldn't help but be embarrassed, "No, no more... You bastard kissed your father, so you just kissed Mommy once... once or twice."

"I don't believe it! Yan Bang said that you are making villains! He also said that I will have a younger brother or younger sister soon. Then you don't love me anymore! Right?"

The little guy seems to have a little emotion.

"No... no! Nuonuo will always be Mommy's sweetheart!"

This Yan Bang, why did he tell a 5-year-old child everything.

"Mum, do you have a baby in your womb now?"

The little guy tentatively touched Xueluo's belly, looking quite afraid that the father's love and mother's love he had managed to gather would be snatched away by other children.

"Nonuo, even if Mummy really gave birth to a younger brother or sister, Mummy will still love you."

Xueluo could understand his son's worry about gains and losses.

Hetun's upbringing not only cultivated the little guy's hostility, but also subtly instilled a cruel concept of "you either get it or you can only lose it". He is more afraid of losing than children of the same age.

"Mommy, Nuonuo will always love you forever!"

The little guy hugged Xueluo's neck, looking a little depressed.

Xueluo gently patted his son's back, "Nonuo, have you had dinner yet?"

"I've eaten... how about you, Mommy?"

At this moment, the little guy seemed to be particularly attached to his mommy.

In the bathroom, the warm water flowed through Feng Xinglang's strong body bit by bit, like a moving heartstring.

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Feng Xinglang turned his head vigilantly.

"Why is it you? Do you know some rules?" Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold look.

Yan Bangyi stood by the door, with deep eyes, almost imprinting Feng Xinglang's entire outline on it.

"Much smaller than I imagined!" He raised his voice, but lowered his eyes slightly.

"No matter how big it is, if it doesn't even have the most basic use... At best, it's just a decoration!"