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　　Chapter 692: Love is not a goal, but a journey

　　Feng Xinglang seemed to be startled for a moment: Picking up the two hundred dollar bills in his mouth, he smirked.

　　"This is …" The service fee you gave me? I'm only worth two hundred dollars? "

　　"Hm!" With your current condition, it should be worth at least two hundred yuan! If there's more, I'll only be praising you! "

　　Xueluo felt that his face was already uncontrollably heating up.

　　One must know, Xueluo was a conservative woman, to say such bold and unrestrained words, she had to at least have some face.

　　Feng Xinglang was smiling, and the smile was not clear. Youyou's were like fine wine hidden deep within an alley. She stared at the girl's red face with a faint smile.

　　"Then how does Ms. Lin feel about my service?" he asked slowly.

　　"Just average! At least... "It's alright!"

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

　　He seemed to realize that he was just a beginner while he was just a hooligan who talked dirty with this man. Yet this man was nothing.

　　This was a completely humiliating tempo!

　　"It seems that I have not served Lady Lin well..."

　　Xueluo only felt that the man's voice was getting closer and closer. Soon after, she saw the enlarged handsome face and robust body in the mirror.

　　"Feng Xinglang, can I trouble you to put on your clothes first!"

　　What a crazy guy! How could this devilish man have such a vile hobby?

　　"Yo, shy? It wasn't like he hadn't read it before... Wife, you're really naughty! "

　　Feng Xinglang squeezed his way over and sat on the bench in front of the makeup mirror;

　　"Feng Xinglang, are you done yet? Wear some clothes quickly, and then, go fetch Nuonuo together. "

　　It was really unsuitable for a woman to head to Yulong City alone. Moreover, Xueluo was unfamiliar with the place, so he could only call Feng Xinglang along.

　　"Knowing that you love our son dearly, I have already asked Yan Bang to send our son over!"

　　Feng Xinglang deliberately rubbed his beard that was slightly tied around his chin against Xueluo's smooth and white neck, causing a fine and dense pain to rise up from it.

　　The interaction between the chin and the neck was especially intimate and warm.

　　"Feng Xinglang... If … If I wasn't Nuonuo's mother, would you still skip the Xia Family s and take the initiative to pursue this Cinderella? "