Chapter 704

It's concern, it's irony.

People have more or less bad habits:

for example, Yan Bang treats Feng Xinglang like an elder, which is not uncommon after he is used to it;

however, Cong Gang disobeys Feng Xinglang from time to time, which makes him feel that what he can't get is good. What can't be controlled is more attractive! Conquering men is different from conquering women. It's not only exciting, but also bloody!

"People, in the end, will turn into ashes. It's just a matter of time. "

Cong Gang is lukewarm, bland, and makes people feel itchy.

"It seems that you are quite ready to go! Why don't I tell Yan Bang: are you hiding in this ghost house as a turtle

Feng Xinglang deliberately provokes Cong Gang's endurance and looks forward to his hair blowing out of control.

However, Cong Gang just gave a faint smile and asked, "why don't you go?"

With this sound, Feng Xinglang's army was defeated. Originally, I wanted to ridicule Cong Gang, but I didn't want to be ridiculed by Cong gang.

"Dog thing, if you didn't keep it, you would think I wouldn't?"

Feng Xinglang is on the line with CongGang. Even if it's just lip service, Feng doesn't want to lose the upper hand.

This is really chilling.

But Cong gang had already known Feng Xinglang's character, and he didn't care or argue with him. Because even if it is wrong, Feng Xinglang can break it right.

Cong Gang is silent, tasting his new tea. Slightly drooping his eyelids, he just seemed to pay attention to the cup in his hand, but in fact, he was feeling every breath of Feng Xinglang.

"You are short of breath and have a noise. Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself first

Feng Xinglang's ribs were broken, and a small hole was punched in his lung. Although he recovered 70% to 80% of his physical strength, his vitality was still marked by a serious injury.

Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned and subconsciously touched his right lung, which was also one of the fractured ribs.

"Pretending to be Hua Tuo again?"

Feng Xinglang raised Yang Yingting's eyebrows and seemed to be tired.

"Nothing's wrong. Take your son upstairs and go to bed early."

Cong Gang is not unwilling to talk with Feng Xinglang for a long time, but it seems that it is better to let Feng Xinglang rest than to talk with him.

"Hetun is back to Shencheng again..."

Finally, Feng Xinglang opened the purpose of this trip.

"Why, you don't have a good wound, you start to think about him?" Cong Gang gave a faint sound.

Cong Gang is so unruly. From time to time, I will touch the scale of Feng Xinglang.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang would wonder: is this poor criminal bitch really risking his life to save his life and death friend?

"How sure are you to kill Hetun now?"

Feng Xinglang asked. The question is clear.

Cong Gang slightly raised his eyebrows, squinted at Zhiguang and looked at Feng Xinglang. He should have a faint smile, but after meeting Feng Xinglang's solemn eyes, he stiffened his smile on his face.

What is measuring what and making some kind of judgment. It's a little complicated.

"I'm not sure!" Then, light overflow these three words from Cong Gang's lips.

"Plus me, you're sure!" Feng Xinglang grunts.

Cong Gang raised his eyes again to see feng Xinglang, and then looked at the sleeping little thing on the sofa.

"But I think it might be more reliable with your own son! He is the most beloved adopted son of Hetun. It may be a little certain to use him to force Hetun to submit. "

Cong Gang talks about taking his son hostage in front of a father.

"If you think of my son, I'll kill you!" Feng Xinglang shrieked.

Cong Gang laughed, "you can't beat me again, how can you kill me?"

That said, Feng Xinglang not only itched his hands, but also almost itched all over his body.

"Dog, can't you talk to me well?"

Feng Xing rushes to CongGang and wants to get stuck in CongGang's neck It's a success!

At the moment when Feng Xinglang stuck his neck, Cong Gang pushed away the whole tea table in front of him, so as to avoid Feng Xinglang's recklessness and smashing the cups on the tea table So as to disturb the good dream of Linnuo children!

But he gave Feng Xinglang a misunderstanding: he thought he could really beat CongGang!

Feng Xinglang belongs to the kind of man with fine and healthy body, while CongGang is thinner. Therefore, when Feng Xinglang bumps against him with his own weight, CongGang is busy pushing the tea table away, so Feng Xinglang takes the opportunity to attack him.

Cong Gang falls off his chair and drives Feng Xinglang's body to the edge of the potted plant. When Feng Xinglang is about to pick up the potted plant and smash it on Cong Gang's head, he doesn't think that Cong Gang under him suddenly pulls out his body with a high level of skill and brings Feng Xinglang's unstable body downThe next second, a continuous push, action in one fell swoop will be Feng Xinglang's arm in the back; Cong gang with one knee to suppress the creeping on the ground of Feng Xinglang, make him unable to move.

"Cong Gang, are you serious?"

Feng Xinglang was out of breath. This did not recover good body, eat more heavy.

"But it looks like You Feng Xinglang didn't plan to play fake with me

Seeing that Feng ER Ye was a little annoyed, Cong Gang released his control.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was already lying on the hollowed out wall, while Cong gang was doing steaming therapy for him.

"Keep an eye on Hetun! As soon as there is a disturbance in him, you should start first

Feng Xinglang closed his eyes and had a rest. The voice overflowed from the thin lip shape was full of laziness.

"Hetun is so cruel that I can't do it! I want to live a few more years, but I don't want to be mummified by him so soon! "

Cong gang was holding all parts of Feng Xinglang's body, where he was humming, and he was dressing.

Mummies Mummies Listen, it's so harsh!

And more cruel!

"What if I have to make you do it?"

Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and glared at CongGang.

"I personally think: this job, you'd better go to Yan Bang to do it!"

Cong Gang said it very gently, but the action on his hand was not vague at all, and the power control was very accurate.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"Yes," said Cong gang with a slight sigh, "it's a job that will lose one's life!"

"Are you afraid of death, too?" Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.

"Of course I'm afraid of death!"

Cong Gang's hand massaged Feng Xinglang's waist and replied in a affirmative voice, "I don't know when I started, but I suddenly became very afraid of death Really