### Chapter 44 - 'It seems like this day is quite interesting … '

It wasn't until Xueluo took an ashtray from the living room and placed it by his side that his fierce gaze softened a little.

There was a cigarette between her fingers, which she elegantly sent to the ashtray to light up, and then to her very thin lips to take a deep breath. The curling smoke sprayed onto Xueluo's clean and delicate face, causing her to retreat in disgust. But his wrist was caught by Feng Xinglang.

"Do you hate me?" he asked, his thin lips pressed against the cigarette, unspeakably charming.

Xueluo froze, as though he did not expect that Feng Xinglang would still have the time to reflect on himself. I should hate him! Every time he made a fool of her as his brother-in-law, Xueluo would hate him so much that his teeth would start to itch. Of course she wouldn't know that Feng Xinglang's true identity was actually her legal husband! If she knew that he was so frivolous to her, would she still hate him?

"It was pretty good when you didn't pester my sister-in-law." Xueluo's soft voice carried a little resentment. It felt really comfortable listening to it in a man's ears.

Feng Xinglang smiled, she looked noble and weak. He released Xueluo's wrist and changed to using his finger to twine the long hair that fell on Xueluo's shoulders, "Why do you always call yourself 'sister-in-law'? "Do you like being my brother's woman that much?"

Why did this sound so sour? It shouldn't be! Because at this very moment, Feng Xinglang was a cold and detached person. For him, love and affection were not within his consideration at all.

It was as if Xueluo did not dare to discuss this topic too deeply with Feng Xinglang. She always felt that this topic wasn't suitable for a sister-in-law to discuss with her brother-in-law.

Seeing the man light up the cigarette again, Xueluo frowned slightly. When the man took a deep breath and placed it in front of the ashtray to light up the ash, she actually stretched out her hand without any hesitation, wanting to pull out the cigarette between his fingers … But she didn't expect that she would actually be able to do it!

When Xueluo's slender finger touched that cigarette, Feng Xinglang instinctively resisted; however, under her gentle and gentle strength, she was actually able to successfully pull the burning smoke out of Feng Xinglang's finger. Then, Xueluo extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

What replaced it was a piece of potato cake. When he was preparing medicine for Feng Lixin in the afternoon, he conveniently made it for him. Xueluo really liked to eat it.

The smoke between his fingers was changed into small potato pancakes by the woman, causing Feng Xinglang's handsome face to faintly and subtly undergo thousands upon thousands of subtle changes. This woman is really … Very childish!

Instinctively, he brought the sweet potato cake to his mouth and took a bite. It was very soft and sweet, not difficult to eat.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing that the man had really consumed it, Xueluo could not help but feel slightly happy. Maybe she knew clearly that she shouldn't be so close to Feng Xinglang, and shouldn't even more so ask such intimate questions.

"It's not bad! It's just that it's so sweet that it's a little tiresome. " Feng Xinglang put all of the leftover potato pancakes into his mouth.

It's so sweet you ate it all? Xueluo pursed her rosy lips. But she was still very beautiful in her heart. To be honest, she really wanted to have an obedient brother-in-law. She would definitely care for him and treat him like a little brother.

No, Feng Xinglang seemed to be a few years older than him! No matter what, she would never become Lin Xueluo's brother!

However, Xueluo came to the conclusion that Feng Xinglang did not like to eat sweet food.

"Is the burn on your back better?" Feng Xinglang asked. He silently looked at the woman's blushing face from time to time and felt that his state of mind had become calmer and calmer. He was just messing with her for a bit, and it seemed like this day was quite interesting.

Actually, when women always treated Feng Xinglang as their uncle, on one side was the restriction of morality, and on the other was the coercion from his' uncle '. That kind of anger, which had turned from a cute cat to a tigress in a fluster, became even more interesting!

"Better." Xueluo answered truthfully.

"Let me see." Feng Xinglang purposely raised his voice: "Only if you see me will you be at ease!"

Xueluo immediately retreated back in alarm, "No, there's no need! In the afternoon, Nanny An had already applied the scalding ointment on me once again. "

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. This Nanny An, why is there so much trouble? It wasn't her job, she had to fight for it!

Bring it on. Worried that the Second Young Master would starve, the Nanny An brought in the specially prepared Agarwood Noodle with a fragrant smell.

"Second Young Master, quickly eat it while it's still hot. You haven't had dinner yet. " Nanny An indeed doted on Feng Xinglang, and almost fed him to him.

"Okay, leave it for now." There was a faint unhappiness in Feng Xinglang's eyes that had been disturbed.

"If it's cold, it won't taste good." Nanny An stubbornly placed the plate in Feng Xinglang's hands, "Look how thin you've gotten recently!"

Had Feng Xinglang lost weight? Why didn't he feel it? As strong as a cow! If this was called skinnier, then how tall and sturdy would he have been before? However, the Nanny An had already doted on Feng Xinglang more than even his own mother.

Taking the chance while the man was eating the noodles, Xueluo moved towards the door.

"Where to?" Feng Xinglang reprimanded her. Although he did not even raise his eyebrows, he could still feel Xueluo's departure. What a cunning man.

"Oh... I'll get you some water to moisten your mouth. " Xueluo wittily answered Feng Xinglang's question.

Because he had a precedent of holding an ashtray, Feng Xinglang allowed the woman to leave this time. She wouldn't be able to escape his grasp.

Actually, Xueluo had other motives: She wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Nanny An was serving the noodles to Feng Xinglang and go upstairs to see Feng Lixin.

perhaps it was not because she missed Feng Lixin, but due to her duties as a wife. Otherwise, her existence in the Feng Family would have lost its meaning.

In front of the medicine room, Xueluo quietly waited for a moment, and then lightly knocked twice. She knew that Dr. King would be inside by this time. He was extremely devoted to Feng Lixin's condition, other than spending half a day a week with his family, he practically never left them for the rest of the time.

It took two or three minutes for the door to open from the outside. The door was opened by Dr. King's assistant, Dr. Xing.

"Doctor Xing, can't I still go in and see Lixin?" Being rejected much, Xueluo asked in a miserable voice.

"Madame Feng, Young Master Feng needs a sterile environment recently." Dr. Xing had almost found every excuse he could come up with. Every rejection would put him in a difficult position. He knew that this Feng Family in front of him only wanted to be concerned about Feng Lixin's condition.

But this was what the Feng Family had instructed him to do. No one was allowed to enter the medical room to visit Feng Lixin, including Madame Feng Lin Xueluo.

"I can wear a sterile suit." Xueluo muttered. She did not want to make things difficult for Doctor Xing, but she was also not willing to give up the opportunity to see Feng Lixin.

"Um …" Young Master Feng has not been in a good condition lately and doesn't want to see anyone. " Dr. Xing let out a faint sigh.

Xueluo understood that Doctor Xing was in a difficult situation because he had accepted someone's orders. She dejectedly nodded her head, looked deeply into the dark room, and then quietly left with light steps.

His heart was in pain, but also in pain. She was only worried about Feng Lixin's condition, but the people of Feng Family still excluded her.

A pair of sharp and deep eyes stared fixedly at Lin Xueluo's every move. Those eyes that were as deep as a pool of water were as secretive as a bottomless pit.