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As An An said, he placed the early tray in his hand on the low cabinet at the bedside, and bent over to pick up those pieces of clothing.

The snowfall in the velvet blanket was even heavier. A small face was very hot. There is no way to face An An, Xue Luo can only disguise himself, curl her body tightly in a velvet blanket to be an ostrich.

In fact, she would like to say: I am bothering you to say these words in front of his Feng Xinglang! The culprit couldn't hear it anyway, but let her victim feel helpless. Faceless.

But the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. The more Xue Luo wanted to avoid the cricket, the more An An refused to let her off easily.

Immediately afterwards, she started her model of overwhelming concern.

"Ma'am, have you woke up? Are you hungry or not? I cooked you lean porridge and potato cakes. You can eat them while you are hot, and sleep after you finish."

There are two reasons for An An to come in: first, he really cares about his wife's diet; second, he also wants to inquire about the torment of the second master last night, did he hurt the wife's belly, which is unknown .

Snow implements in not wanting to face such an embarrassing over-concern. I feel An An is more considerate than my mother. Shouldn't she be, shouldn't she be, Xue Luo was really panicked.

Thought An An could not get her response again, this time she would definitely leave, but did not think An An but the stubborn detective came over and started to shake Xue Luo's sideways shoulders gently.

"Ma'am, today is the weekend. You eat early and go to bed early. But don't sleep hungry, it's bad for your health."

An An is really reluctant to fall down and sleep hungry. Even if his wife can stand hungry, the little things in this belly are not hungry. Think as if Xue Luo was really pregnant.

Just as Xue Luo couldn't handle it and faced An An's over-concern calmly, the landline in Feng's living room rang.

"Broken! One of the young masters called back to find Miss Lan Youyou. But Miss Lan isn't ... what can I do?" An Zhuo murmured warily, and turned away in a hurry.

Is Feng Lixin calling back? Xue Luo sat upright all of a sudden: Feng Xinglang did not promise her to divorce Feng Lixin, and she could tell Feng Lixin herself! It used to be anxiety about Feng Lixin's weak body, but now it's different. The housekeeper Mo said that the complications of the young master Feng Lixin had been effectively controlled and he was able to breathe on his own.

And Lan Youyou has now returned to Feng Lixin's side. It can be said that Feng Lixin is now bathed in the river of love, and he has proposed to divorce him, which should be in the right direction. He loves Lan Youyou so much, how could it be possible to fall in love with her under the title of a married woman?

Feng Lixin was reluctant to let Lan Youyou be a little wronged.

Thinking of this, Xue Luo felt that it was more reliable to tell Feng Lixin about the divorce himself. And the odds will be even greater.

As a result, Xue Luo quickly turned around and shivered, only to find coldly that he did not even have a piece of shame cloth on his body.

I have lost both my body and my heart. Moreover, the demon man has repeatedly suffered from Cui Can, how can there be a good skin on this body? The red marks on it were the marks left by the bad man.

I still owe my death! Do not! Before he died, he had to pull that evil man on his back!

Youth is capital. After a few hours of rest, Xue Luo's body recovered with tenaciousness and tenacity.

Dressed in the locker room, Xue Luo hurried to the living room and wanted to take this rare opportunity to mention divorce with Feng Lixin.

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The phone call was made by Feng Lixin.

Knowing that Master Lan's love for Lan Youyou is extraordinary, this call An An has to answer. Otherwise, the young master has to get angry.

"Hey, Master ... why are you calling back so early? Do you want something to eat? You tell An An, An An will do it for you." An An was clever, and robbed him in a few words Topic initiative.

"Ann, I don't want to eat anything. Yoyo? Did she wake up? Did she sleep well last night? Is she still used to living in a closed house?"

Sure enough, the young master Feng Lixin was only concerned about Lan Youyou. I asked so much at a stretch, presumably thinking about these life chores this evening.

For Lan Youyou, Feng Lixin really loved her.

The next step was that An An had to lie. If you confess to the young master that Miss Lan Youyou was locked away by the second master, then the young master must not be anxious!

The second master didn't know where he went, let alone that he had let Lan Yuyou get away, what kind of medicine was sold in this gourd.

"Ms. Lan Youyou is still asleep." Let's conceal it for a while. An An can only be so pretentious.

"Yuyou is asleep? Oh, let her continue to sleep, don't bother her." Feng Lixin had a clear sense of loss, but couldn't bear to let the domestic servant disturb the sleeping woman.

"By the way, you like to eat western-style pastries. You can make some blueberry-like mousse, and you like to eat them. There are all kinds of seafood meatballs, and you also like to eat them. Remember that the taste is lighter ...

It was full of Feng Lixin's love for Lanyou. From eating to living, Feng Lixin cares about every detail of Lan Youyo's life.

An Yan was really uncomfortable listening to her: It was a good thing that the young master had a beloved woman, but this woman named Lan Youyou didn't seem to love young master at all, but was very close to the second master ... What a word of "chaos"? what!

"Good young master, I'll do it now. Miss Lan will have to eat after a while." An Yan's nose was sour, but she continued to lie.

Concealment is temporary. After waiting for the younger master to hang up, he called the second younger and asked him if he had any good ideas.

When An An was about to hang up, Xue Luo almost swiftly grabbed the phone from An An.

"Hey, is it Li Xin?" Xue Luo realized that he seemed to be talking to Feng Lixin for the first time, and seemed a little nervous.

"Yoyo?" Feng Lixin's conditioned reflex question on the other side of the phone.

"I am Xue Luo." Xue Luo answered softly.

"Oh, it's snow falling? Hello." Although Feng Lixin's speech was vague, it was not difficult to distinguish.

I didn't expect that my husband would say hello to him politely, and Xue Luo would inevitably be a little jammed, and the mechanical response would be: "Hello."

"Xue Luo, Yoyo are still asleep? She lives in Feng's house, so I need to take care of her a lot. She has been delicate since you were a child, so you can take care of it a lot." Feng Lixin's words never changed from Lanyouyou.

"Oh, okay." Xue Luo was vague. An An didn't take it apart, and an outsider who was leaving Feng's house as soon as she did not have to take it apart.

"By the way, Li Xin, I want to tell you about divorce." Biting her lip for a few seconds, Xue Luo still raised the courage to raise it.