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　　Chapter 139: Decoy (1)

　　Lan Youyou was a beautiful woman, her beauty was laced with poisonous thorns.

　　But at this moment, on Feng Xinglang's body, she retracted all of her poisonous thorns, showing an expression other than gentleness, but also gentleness.

　　A woman's gentle kiss was undoubtedly a pleasure for a normal grown man. Not just on the lips, but deep inside.

　　In fact, in a way, men also crave to be loved by women. No matter how strong and robust a man was!

　　Of course, Feng Xinglang would not be an exception.

　　In his half sleep, he felt a woman kiss his lips. It was a very comfortable feeling. Thus, he stretched his hand over, forcefully deepening the kiss, and domineeringly breathed his breath into the woman's mouth.

　　However, the taste was not right! Because Lin Xueluo had never taken the initiative to stick the tip of her tongue into his mouth.

　　Thus, he opened his half-awake eyes and saw that the woman who was tightly cuddling up against him in his embrace was not Lin Xueluo, but Lan Youyou. A woman who dared to take the initiative to kiss him!

　　It was clearly an incomparably beautiful face, but in the eyes of Feng Xinglang, it was filled with endless hatred. Because from Lan Youyou's beautiful face, Feng Xinglang could not help but think of her big brother's face which had turned sinister from being greatly infuriated.

　　All of Big Brother Feng Lixin's pain was inflicted by the woman in his arms. How could Feng Xinglang possibly have any feelings for a woman who had once severely hurt his family?

　　Therefore, Feng Xinglang almost reflexively pushed Lan Youyou down from the escort platform.

　　Lan Youyou was pushed down to the ground by the man without any warning, which made a dull sound.

　　With a swoos.h.i.+ng sound, Ye Xiaonian, who was sleeping on the gate, leapt up when he heard this, yelling vigilantly, "Who?"

　　Then, he saw Feng Xinglang, who was on the guard platform, and Lan Youyou, who had fallen on the ground. They stared at each other, neither of them saying a word, just staring at each other. At this moment, a silent confrontation!

　　Lan Youyou was not angry because of the man pus.h.i.+ng her to the ground. On the contrary, he had an arrogant smile after getting what he wanted, whereas Feng Xinglang was different. When he looked at Lan Youyou, his eyes were filled with hatred. It seemed to have seeped deep into his bone marrow.