Chapter 2325: Sneaking a Baby 100

Seriously, when Feng Xinglang came upstairs and saw tea, admiring flowers and looking at Jing Cong Gang, he was envious and envious!

Envy is self-evident: I have been cheating in the mall for so many years, and Feng Xinglang also thought about such a leisurely life like a fairy! Natural thoughts!

As for jealousy and hate ... that's too much to write!

In short, Feng Xinglang felt that Cong should not have had a better time than him!

He Fengxinglang was busy making a spinning top every day, so tired that he was beyond recognition, why could he be so relaxed and comfortable?

The key is that he is the master of Cong Gang! !! How does it mean to put the cart before the horse? !!

"What about the scenery?"

Feng Xinglang sat down on the wicker chair opposite Cong Gang, squinting slightly and squinting at Cong Gang.

The dissatisfaction was overflowing with words.

Actually, who is the scenery and who is watching the scenery ... There is no obvious boundary.

Perhaps when driving into Panshan Mountain Road from Fengxinglang's Rolls Royce, it has become a scenery in the eyes of others!

With only one tea cup, seeing that Cong Gang did not pick up his own words, some zealous Feng Xinglang took his tea from Cong Gang and drank it.

A little bit of bitterness, but it can clear the mouth.

"President Feng is so leisurely today ... Sometime you come to me to drink tea?"

Cong Gang withdrew his gaze from Daisy's smoky rain forest and gave Feng Xinglang a brief look.

"Caterpillar, can't you talk to me in this knowing tone?"

Feng Xinglang's open palms rubbed a bit of a sleepy face, "What am I doing, do you not know?"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang slightly, but didn't answer him. It was just that the gentleman added some tea to the empty tea cup in front of Feng Xinglang.

Seeing Cong Gang not answering, Feng Xinglang looked around, "What about the two bear children? Are they still asleep?"

"Going to the training base! I invited a painting teacher to draw a rain scene!" Cong Gang answered with a choice.

"Caterpillars, worms are 13 years old and An An is 11 years old. You keep them so old ... will they be out of touch with society?"

Feng Xinglang is trusting Cong Gang. But trust is trust, and children are not so worried about the group's stocking model.

"Both Worm and An An are not suitable for the education model in school." Cong Gang answered.

"You didn't send them over, how do you know that they can't join the group?" Feng Xinglang retorted.

In fact, Feng Xinglang himself also knew that the education model in the school would constrain the younger son's nature and was more likely to stimulate his autistic side.

"You can send the worm to school ... the child is yours, I have no opinion at all!" Cong Gang said softly.

"..." Just blocking Feng Xinglang's words in his throat, he didn't get angry.

In fact, Feng Xinglang wanted Cong Gang to send the two children to a relatively private school.

Because only when Cong just came to take them away, the two children would not be too conflicted.

Maybe for a week or half a month, the two children can adapt to the group life on campus.

But Cong Gang just said so, Feng Xinglang had nothing to answer. He knew that if he forced his young son to school, he would be 100% counterproductive. Because the little guy is too dependent on Cong Gang's father and daughter.

"Caterpillar, can't you be considerate and considerate? See my white hair ..."

In order to sell miserably, Feng Xinglang cooperated with the action: he pierced his brain in front of Cong Gang and dialed his hair, "Did you see? How many more white hairs are there every day!"

In fact, you don't have to come closer, Cong Gang can also see Feng Xinglang's healthy black hair.

What white hair is just a miserable gimmick! I want to gain sympathy for a purpose.

This is also the usual trick of Feng Xinglang!

Perhaps it was because of trial and error that he became addicted.

"A few more ..." Cong Gang echoed in cooperation.

"But isn't it! Caterpillars, you can do it, don't toss me around! I've had enough chickens and dogs every day!"

Feeling that the sale was almost miserable, Feng Xinglang immediately returned to business, "You look on my face, let Ba Song go! I'm still waiting to use him!"

"Feng Xinglang, you should know why you live so tired ... too much should not be managed by you, you must also manage!"

Cong Gang did not directly respond to Feng Xinglangfang or not let go.

"What does it mean that I shouldn't manage it? Ba Song has served me for so many years, without hard work and hard work?"

Feng Xinglang became sorrowful, "As his second master, do you let me turn a blind eye to him? Don't you trap me in injustice?"

"He can't bear the credit for being your close bodyguard! Any negligence can be fatal to you! So what's the value of his bodyguard?"

Cong Gang kept his voice cold, and it sounded a bit daunting: "Within his ability, making such a mistake is the end of his bodyguard career!"

"That's it, don't tell me the truth!"

Feng Xinglang was too lazy to argue with Cong Gang, "I'll ask you a word, can you let it go?"

"Don't let go!" Cong Gang said quietly.

"I'm going ... Cong Gang, don't you be so arrogant? Why do you decide the future of others?" Feng Xinglang sat upright. "I'm playing with Bai Mo ... Besides, I can't beat him. Bai Mo! And Bai Mo is not an enemy. He won't really hurt me! I and Bai Mo are brothers, and Ba Song is not good to intervene, right?

It ’s not easy to intervene. Ba Song also intervened later. He and Xing Shishi beat Bai Mo…. Is it already a revenge for my master, right? "

On negotiation and refutation, Feng Xinglang's eloquence is sufficient.

"If you don't let Ba Song today ... I won't go!"

Feng Xinglang lay down in the rattan chair, "I will fight a protracted battle with you! See who has consumed who!"

"You are a big president who can manage every day, do you really want to consume with a common person?" Cong Gangdan asked.

"I'll give you ten minutes ... If you don't let Ba Song go, I'll smash these pots and pots! Smash them one by one until you let them go!"

Feng Xinglang aimed at the lush orchid that Cong Gang had just waited for. Most of them have not yet bloomed, only a few beads have elegant flowers.

"I'll pick the ones that have bloomed!" Feng Xinglang laughed.

"Okay, ten minutes, ten minutes ... I think about it!" Cong Gang finally 'compromised'.

"Count on you!"

Successfully negotiated Feng Xinglang drank the tea in the cup.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang had an extra nasal snore on the rattan chair.

Maybe I was really tired. I had to stay up in the middle of the night, and I slept soundly.

Three hours later, Feng Xinglang woke up in his GK venture capital lounge.

The moment he opened his eyes, Feng Xinglang was in a circle: how could he sleep in the lounge? Aren't you with that dead bug traitor? Waiting for yourself before falling asleep?

I must have been accounted for by that dead bug again! There must be something wrong in that cup of tea!

But the key is that the tea plexus just drank it! !!

Although my head is a little bit stingy, it is extraordinarily relaxed and comfortable. It seems that the effect of adding a sleep is such an immediate effect.

Suddenly remembered, Feng Xinglang quickly got up from the sofa bed and rushed into the bathroom.

In front of the bathroom mirror, Feng Xinglang carefully fiddled with his hair.

Because Cong Gang ’s sentence ‘really added a few’! Her daughter is not yet an adult. Feng Xinglang really doesn't want to give her daughter an adult ceremony in the image of an old dragon!

Feng Xinglang plucked his forehead several times and found no white hair.

Isn't that dead bug blind? !!

Maybe not at the front, but at the back of the head?

With such doubts, Feng Xinglang walked out of the lounge.

The secretary, Jane, happened to clean up his desk and organize the documents.

"Xiao Jian, test your observation ability ... Have you found that the president has white hair?"

Feng Xinglang sat down on the executive chair, "Give you a minute to pull out one, even if the assessment passes!"

"Mr. Feng, do you have white hair?"

The secretary, Xiao Jane, immediately put down the documents in her hand and began to look at the back of the president for hair.

Secretary Xiaojian is only 24 years old. She is a junior in the subconscious mind of Feng Xinglang.

As Secretary Xiaojian turned to President Feng for white hair, Gu Te pushed the door forward;

Coincidentally, he saw that the secretary, Xiaojian, was holding the president's head, and still leaning on the president's shoulder.

That posture does look ambiguous; it is undoubtedly a small secretary and the president should not be born!

Gu Tezhu, who had gone in, retreated with the current affairs. Wouldn't he know the little ambiguity between the president and the secretary after a long experience in the field?

"Jane, go out and do something first, and let Gu Te help in!"

Feng Xinglang comforted the little panicked secretary, Jane.

"okay."

The little girl still lacked the experience of being unconcerned. After being assisted by Gu Te, she really felt that she had done something uncommon with the president.

Later, it was reported that he had an ambiguous relationship with the president and lost his job, even if he was suspected to be the biological mother of the president's illegitimate child!

...

After all, Cong just compromised.

At seven o'clock in the evening, when Feng Xinglang went down with Carnet to the president's exclusive parking area, he saw Ba Song that he hadn't seen for a few days.

"General Feng ..."

Ba Song shaved his flat head, was thinner, and was a bit whiter. With a faint smile on his face, it was a celebration of rebirth.

"Oh, our Comrade Ba Song is back?"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward in a ridiculous tone and hugged Ba Song, "Just come back! I'm worried about you!"

If you want to win the hearts of people, Feng Xinglang is definitely a master in the master.

"General Feng, thank you!" Ba Song choked a little.

"Don't blame your yak-like boss, he is also for you!" Feng Xinglang maintained on both sides.

"I know. Thank you Mr. Feng for interceiving for me!" Ba Song truly thanked Feng Xinglang.

"So what do you do outside of it? You're my Fang Xinglang!"

Feng Xinglang patted Ba Song's shoulder, "Come on, get in the car! I haven't been in your car for several days!"

"Let Carney continue to be your driver! The boss asked me to take charge of the security of GK Ventures first!" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly: Although Cong just gave him his face, Ba Song was released; Meaning cold processing Ba Song.