Chapter 991: Love but not? Don't love it?

The word 'comfort' sounds harsh.

Feng Xinglang covered a layer of wrath on a clear and handsome face.

He stared sharply at Cong Gang's awkward face, his eyes sharp and deep.

It seemed a little startled: Cong Gang would use such a word to describe him as Fengxing Lang!

Feng Xinglang was angry.

But he was calm.

He knows what kind of people he wants to talk to and how he can do more with less.

"Cong Gang, have you ever made friends in your life?"

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger of the previous second and asked coldly.

"Do you mean to make friends with friends on the basis of having an indiscriminate opinion of you?"

Cong Gang did not answer the question. There was still irony in the eyes.

With a click, the Australian lobster in his hand was broken off, and Feng Xinglang chewed a bit hard in the import.

"Cong Gang, Lao Tzu saved your life, and then you eat me and spend my ... now I don't even care about idle matters, but also his mother's nerves created these disasters to harm me and my family ... ... what kind of mentality do you say you are doing these damaging things? "

Feng Xinglang always thought: Cong Gang is still understandable! It's just that it's hard to figure out Cong Gang's inner thoughts.

Cong just kept silent. Occasionally he looked up and glanced downstairs at the sun room.

There are curtains, etc. You can't see the movement in the third floor sun room from the downstairs; but you can clearly see the whole front yard downstairs movement from the third floor sun room.

"Talk about your motivation! Want Yanbang to die? Or Hetun to die? Or let them kill each other, so you can take advantage of the fisherman?"

Cong Gang still ignored Feng Xinglang's inquiry. He seems to be waiting for someone!

"Why, you want to wait for Wei Kang to save you?"

Feng Xinglang took a sip of red wine. "If I guess correctly: I think they were already here last night? Why didn't they run away with him?"

Although Ba Song had done everything seamlessly when he opened the sun room and entered, Feng Xinglang still smelled the slightest clue.

But he hasn't doubted or contacted Ba Song yet.

"The shackles ... what did you wear as a kid?"

Cong Gang asked an indifferent sentence.

It seems that Feng Xinglang just said something and asked something, but he didn't hear the same!

Feng Xing Langmu went.

It can be seen that he is not very interested in this topic.

"It seems that the father who feeds you is love but not parent-child; you have a father but you don't love ..."

Cong Gang glanced at the shackles on his feet, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang.

They are already husbands and fathers, but Feng Xinglang's heart had a fine pain because of Cong Gang's words.

To say that his adoptive father Feng Yishan, in the first few years, he did love himself; even more than his love for his eldest son Feng Lixin!

But later ... it should be after Feng Yishan knew that Feng Xinglang was not his biological son, and this shackle came in handy!

From the affectionate father's love to the violent abuse, no one can bear it!

"Do you want to sympathize with me? Or do you want to laugh at me?"

Feng Xinglang asked. Ask calmly.

After many years, the abrupt mood of the roller coaster like Feng Shoufeng was returned, but Feng Xinglang accepted it.

"Both of us ... become sympathetic!"

Cong just pulled a faint smile.

"Lao Tzu is different from you! Lao Tzu has never felt sorry for himself! The poor person is you! You will always live in the shadow of others, without ego! What's the difference with a waste?

Perhaps because he couldn't control him completely, the scolding Cong Gang seemed to make Feng Xinglang addictive.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, and murmured with a slight whisper:

"Feng Xinglang, I am by your side, the only person who will not be poor!"

Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Fash me X again! Feelings that you and I have no more normal language to communicate?"

Silent for a while, Feng Xinglang asked again in a deep voice: "You won't have pity on me ... do you mean to kill me?"

"Feng Xinglang, a smart person like you should know the dangers of 'bringing the bereaved'."

Cong Gang's words are meaningful.

"I want to say," Healing crickets "... you are the biggest toxic poison in my body! I should dig you out sooner!"

Feng Xinglang scorned Cong Gang's words.

Cong Gang smiled. Smiling lightly.

He glanced downstairs again, and then the smile on his face grew stronger.

Just seeing a strong smile, there has been a fundamental change!

******

"Beep" a few times, did not wait for Mo butler to open the door, under Yan Bang's continuous fierce slap, the living room door was slammed open by him.

"Mr. Yan, you are ..."

The Mo butler who came to open the door was almost hit by the door.

"Where is Cong Gang? Where is he? Where did Feng Xinglang hide him?"

Yan Bang growled angrily.

How did he know that Master Er was under house arrest by Cong Gang?

The Mo steward knew that Yan Bang's visitor was not good, and worried that he had broken the second master's good deeds, so he instinctively wanted to stop Yan Bang in the anxiety.

"Mr. Yan, what's wrong? Make you so angry?"

"Feng Xinglang? Are you hiding in Chuangjiao with Cong Gang?"

Yan Banghuan looked at Feng's living room and looked upstairs again.

He remembered every word and word Cong Gang said on the phone.

‘Mr. Mo, go downstairs and get me some light food! I am not used to eating this lamb chop and Australian lobster! ’

Cong Gang is not only closing the house, but also celebrating the wine with Feng Xinglang!

Lamb chops? lobster? Good mood!

"Mr. Yan, please drink tea. I'll call my second master ..."

"No need! I went upstairs to find him in person!"

Yan Bang shoved Mo's housekeeper away, and hurriedly rushed upstairs.

"Mr. Yan ... Mr. Yan ... you drink tea first!"

The housekeeper Mo shouted Yan Bang so loudly that he had already gone upstairs, in fact, to remind the second master Feng Xinglang.

"Yanbang?"

Feng Xinglang in the sunshine room heard the reminder of Mo butler, and at the same time he heard Yan Bang's heavy and impatient footsteps.

Yan Bang came straight to the sun room on the third floor!

Downstairs in Fengjia Villa, he had already seen the lights in the sunny room on the third floor.

"Why is he here?"

Feng Xinglang murmured and stood up.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Cong Gang, who was locked on his limbs, and seemed to be judging whether to release Cong Gang first?

Although he didn't know the exact reason; but he clearly realized that Yan Bang should come for Cong Gang!

By the time Feng Xinglang subconsciously explored the key on his body, Yan Bang had already appeared in front of him.

"Bang? Why are you here? Didn't you set fire to the detention center?"

Feng Xinglang brought a witty ridicule. It's cold.

"Lamb chops? Australian lobster? Red wine? So sentimental! Feng Xinglang, can I see where your party is sacred?"

Yan Bang's flesh-scarred scar face was filled with cold smiles that didn't laugh at the skin or smile.

"You're here just right! Let's talk to each other in person!"

Since Yan Bang has created this opportunity, he Feng Xinglang will make good use of this opportunity!

"I didn't come very late, did I?"

Yan Bang smiled coldly, "It should be bothering you two to celebrate the wine!"

Cong Gang in the sunshine room was a comfortable sitting position: He covered his hands and feet with handcuffs using a thin blanket on the sofa. Looks quite enjoyable.

"Cong Gang, you have a way to heaven, you have no way to hell, and you have come to the door? Is it true that you are playing fraud with Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu wants to fulfill you today!"

A dagger flashing with cold light was pulled out by Yan Bang from his waist. After a strong wind, Cong Gang chopped on the sofa.

"Yen Bang, what are you doing? Can you finish your speech first?"

Feng Xinglang instinctively stepped forward to stop Yan Bang; being pushed by an inertia of Yan Bang's elbow, coupled with the injury to his leg was not good enough, an unstable center of gravity, Feng Xinglang ran into the back ...

Cong Gang was still sitting still.

He looked at Yan Bang's eyes, just like looking at a ugly jumping beam clown.

It seems that Yan Bang is not holding a sharp dagger in his hand, but a show prop.

"吭 啷"

Yan Bang's dagger was not cut to Cong Gang, but was cut to a telescopic steel pipe.

"Ba Song? You mother dare to care about Lao Tzu's gossip? Go away!"

"General Feng won't let you move him, you can't move him!"

Ba Song responded lightly, not frightened by Yan Bang's suffocation.

The answer is quite standard: first, it can anger Yan Bang; second, it can also clarify the relationship between him and Cong Gang!

How could a small cricket calf stop him Yanbang?

Yan Bang, full of anger, raised his dagger and chopped down on the runaway Chao Bason.

Cong Gang just watched. There was a sneer on the corner of the lips. From time to time, he glanced at Fengxing.

Ba Song's movements are not only agile, but also quite flexible; he easily avoids Yan Bang's offensive, so that the irritable Yan Bang is re-elected to Cong Gang, who sits on the sofa watching the show.

Yan Bang's dagger was not fully lifted yet, and Ba Song hit him in one place, pushing Yan Bang away from Cong Gang's life!

Yan Bang, who was temporarily unavailable, was almost swallowed by that anger.

"Okay, stop playing!"

Feng Xinglang scolded, "Since you are both, let's talk about it: what kind of hatred makes you want to be so uncommon?"

Pulling a chair, Feng Xinglang sat down calmly.

But Yan Bang didn't seem to want to say one more word to Cong Gang at all; and Cong Gang had just come from Yan Bang to the present, and he didn't seem to have seen him directly.

"Why, you have nothing to say?"

Feng Xinglang murmured, "Are they all dumb?"

"Yan Bang, remember next time: When you want to kill me, don't be in front of Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang won't allow you to kill me! Don't you see? That's stupid! "

Cong just opened his mouth first.

Exactly as Cong Gang wished: His words thoroughly enraged Yan Bang ...