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　　Chapter 524: Which room will Xueluo and her son sleep in tonight?

　　"This is your home!"

　　Feng Xinglang took a step forward and picked up his son who was unaware, and headed towards the dining hall.

　　Only when Mommy Xueluo accompanied him to sit at the dining table did the little guy stop making noise and slowly quieten down.

　　Since Lin Xueluo could be so shameless as to sit at Feng Family's dining table, of course Lan Youyou would not shrink back.

　　Thus, she took her daughter from Feng Lixin's embrace and sat down as well.

　　It seemed like the real battle between the two women had just begun.

　　"Nuonuo, come to uncle's place, okay?"

　　Feng Lixin extended his friendly and loving hands towards the little guy, wanting to carry the little guy over and sit beside him.

　　Although this uncle looked gentle, refined and kind, Linnuo still rejected Feng Lixin's good intentions. She wrapped her arms tightly around Xueluo's waist and nestled her head into's arms.

　　It was obvious that the little guy didn't want to stay in Feng Family for dinner. But Mommy Xueluo insisted on staying, so the little guy could only follow Mommy's instructions.

　　Feng Family's dinner was very sumptuous. Because it was already noon, Feng Xinglang called the Nanny An to prepare.

　　"Why is a man like a little girl in his mother's arms?"

　　Feng Xinglang reached out his hand to stroke his son's little head, but the little guy avoided it disdainfully; thus, the back of his hand rubbed against Xueluo's soft and thin hand.

　　In the beginning, Xueluo didn't detect anything and thought that Feng Xinglang simply wanted to get close to him; but who knew that Feng Xinglang's hand that touched him had no intention of leaving …

　　The boy's head tilted to the left and the back of his hand moved to the left; the boy's head moved to the right and the back of his hand moved to the right!

　　Prepared to say, the back of Feng Xinglang's hand should be rubbing from left to right on top of Xueluo's soft and thin back, and then rubbing from right to left.

　　Xueluo was not a wooden person!

　　She could clearly feel Feng Xinglang's wretched hand rubbing against her chest.

　　She had been taken advantage of by him for such a long time! Yet she thought that Feng Xinglang was only teasing her son who was in her arms!

　　Lin Xueluo, oh Lin Xueluo, do you really think that you can't live with your own sins?

　　He actually delivered himself to the door to let this man molest him?

　　Is this the first time you've seen this man's sc.u.m?

　　Hadn't he been slighted a little by him before?

　　Lin Xueluo looked to the side and gave Feng Xinglang a fierce glare, then moved his body and sat at a place that Feng Xinglang's arm couldn't reach.