One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Mobile phone is a magical electronic product under the development of modern civilization.

　　Open cell phone, let the whole world contact you, can hear your voice, see your face.

　　However, the closed cellphone … It seemed to have severed his connection with this world.

　　Xueluo turned off her cell phone and aimlessly walked along the bustling streets.

　　It was rush hour and the not-so-s.p.a.cious sidewalk was full. Looking at the endless stream of people, although it was clearly swaying vigorously, it seemed to have stopped in Xueluo's sight.

　　Some people led wonderful lives; some people led mediocre lives; and most people lived their lives according to the rules.

　　Birth at birth, growth at growth, study at school, love at love, work at work …

　　If he had not met Feng Xinglang, if he had not married into the Feng Family in place of the three daughter s, what would his life have been like then?

　　Ordinary? Still wonderful? Or according to the rules?

　　With his human nature, a regular life should be more suitable for him!

　　Although a few rebellious and untamed factors would occasionally surface in Xueluo's blood!

　　Who would worry about him the most after he turned off his cell phone?

　　It should be his son Linnuo!

　　Xueluo couldn't bear to leave this little thing worrying and anxious for her sake, but she really wanted to leave tonight's time to herself!

　　The little thing had his father, Feng Xinglang, guarding it by its side, as well as Butler Mo and the others. It wouldn't be fine if he didn't go back for the night.

　　As for that man who had made her happy, caused her pain, and loved her so much that she had to live for it …

　　Forget about him!

　　Thinking about it, with a son pestering him, he wouldn't be too lonely.

　　Xueluo did not go to find Yuan Duoduo to talk, nor did she go to the orphanage to visit those cute children.

　　The bar boomed with the hottest underground boxing matches of the day.

　　Not very formal. The aim is to relieve the stress and negative emotions in people's lives.

　　As soon as Xueluo entered, Bian Shuang's soul was immediately engulfed by the sound of people's roars, shouts, and shouts.

　　"Hit him … Slap him … Slap him … Slap him … Slap him … Slap him … Slap him … Slap him … Hit the h.e.l.l out of him! "

　　This was an octagonal battle cage. Two boxers with their upper bodies covered in red were engaged in a desperate battle to the death.

　　Whether it was a show or a real fight, that kind of blood-stained fight would arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.

　　The people who came here to relieve the pressure and relax were not just some so-called social gangsters, but also some cultured people who wore short-sighted gla.s.ses. Both men and women. But most of them were young people.

　　Xueluo only wanted to drink a cup of fruit juice, and while sucking on it, she squeezed towards the octagonal battle cage in the middle.

　　In order to prevent unnecessary hara.s.sment, Xueluo stuck close to a little girl and peeked inside with her feet tiptoed.

　　However, he was able to protect his chest, but was unable to cover his back …

　　Just as Xueluo was infected by the atmosphere and was about to shout loudly to vent, she clearly felt someone pinching her P share.

　　Xueluo vigilantly turned her head and saw two unconventional people sticking close to her, doing some actions that made Master Lu feel nauseous.

　　Xueluo knew that this kind of place was not suitable for females to come to;

　　If he couldn't afford to offend her, he could only avoid her.

　　Xueluo turned her body, and leaned on the little girl at the side.

　　But wherever Xueluo went, the two bullies would follow him there.

　　"What are you guys doing?"