Chapter 1065

After Cong gang had treated his wounds and filth, he lay on his side for a few hours. Then he heard the scum of Feng Xinglang roaring and shouting from downstairs, and the noise of kicking the door and smashing.

"This scum!"

Cong Gang gave a low hiss, but he didn't get up. Instead, he rolled into the light duvet.

Cong Gang knew that he would take the fastest flight back to the nearby city of Shencheng. Feng Xinglang also knew that. It's just seven or eight hours later than Cong. He can come back so soon, which is enough to witness his love for his son.

The wind does not stop, and the tree does not seem to want to be quiet; so we have been deadlocked.

"Boss, Feng Xinglang is here. He's smashing the door downstairs."

Outside the door came the soft knock of Weikang.

In fact, Wei Kang knows that it is unnecessary to inform Cong gang by himself. With Cong Gang's vigilance, how could he not hear Feng Xinglang make such a big noise downstairs!

It's just that one of them doesn't open the door, and the other smashes the door. It's just that they are deadlocked. It doesn't seem very good.

It really disturbed the quiet and beautiful morning.

"I see." The clump in the room just answered.

Just "know"?

No, and then, no more?

Wei Kang waited for a while, but the room was quiet again.

"Boss, is that for me? Or beat him away? "

Weikang also doesn't like to guess the meaning of saint. Cong Gang is their own boss, and they naturally want to listen to what they say. However, it seems that Feng Xinglang will subconsciously become their boss and boss, and he still has a long-term plan.

At least if you don't offend him now, you won't offend him!

Even if you want to offend me, you have to give orders from the boss now, don't you.

But before Cong just gave the order, the wooden door, which was not very strong, was directly knocked open by Feng Xinglang.

Not only a scum, but also a thug!

Vulgar and rude! Always confused about their identity!

Cong Gang thinks so. But Feng Xinglang doesn't think so!

He felt that he CongGang was the one who didn't know his identity!

"Feng Good morning, Mr. Feng. "

Looking at Feng Xing, Lang man rushes upstairs in a rage, and Wei Kang says hello subconsciously. It's all face-to-face. It doesn't seem appropriate not to say hello.

"Where's Cong Gang?"

Feng Xinglang asked.

"My boss is resting. What's the matter? Wait for him to wake up... "

Before Wei Kang finished, Feng Xinglang burst into the door with one shoulder.

This temporary second floor building is almost of that kind of wood structure, and its firmness is still a little poor.

Cong gang was half lying on the simple wooden bed, just quietly looking at Feng Xinglang who hit the door.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you mad about?"

Cong Gang's words didn't fall, Feng Xinglang rushed straight over without saying a word, Cong gang who couldn't react in the future was suppressed under him.

Maybe Cong Gang didn't have time to respond, but he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would So implicit.

"Cong Gang, where's my son?"

Just downstairs, Feng Xinglang had already checked in, and Cong gang had no trace of his son on his bed.

Feng Xinglang suppressed Cong gang and asked angrily. The breath in his mouth sprayed on Cong Gang's cheek, almost close to his nose.

Cong Gang's thought slowed down for a moment. When Feng Xinglang pulled his upper body out of the quilt, he seemed to be relieved.

"Where's the USB drive?"

Cong Gang didn't go to meet Feng Xinglang's angry eyes. Instead, he asked with half his cheek.

Feng Xinglang's pretty face was twisted with anger.

This time, he didn't talk to Cong gang or play tricks. Instead, he took the USB flash drive out of his pocket and threw it on Cong Gang's face.

"Where's my son?"

"And the reproductions!"

It was clear that Cong gang had the upper hand, but when he looked at Feng Xinglang, he suddenly felt guilty.

Especially the strong posture of Feng Xinglang oppressed him!

It's not that Cong gang can't bear the weight of Feng Xinglang, it's just that

"Do you think I'll be too busy to make a bunch of dirty copies to coerce you?"

Feng Xinglang hissed coldly, "if you want to threaten you, I have many ways!"

"Come on, my son!"

Feng Xinglang roared again. It seems to be on the verge of endurance.

It seems that if Cong Gang doesn't tell Linnuo's whereabouts, Feng Xinglang can eat him.

"This time point..."

CongGang glanced out of the window. "Your son should be asleep in your wife's arms."

Cong Gang's reply surprised Feng Xinglang: does his son sleep in his own woman's arms?This dog is so honest that he will send his son Feng Linnuo to xueluo's side?

"Give me your cell phone!"

Whether he believes it or not subjectively, Feng Xinglang asks for proof.

Cong Gang takes the mobile phone in the drawer to Feng Xinglang.

"Be honest!"

Feng Xinglang still suppresses CongGang's upper body, imprisons his possible resistance.

In fact, the subjective consciousness is very important.

But Cong gang at this moment seems to have no subjective consciousness, and feels that the whole person is not very good. It seems that what is pressing on him is not a body of 80 or 90 kilograms, but an invisible Mount Tai.

"Hello Hello, who is calling, please

In the mobile phone, comes the woman sleepy hazy inquiry sound.

"Snow, it's me. What about nono? "

At the soft voice of a woman, the man in the irritability suddenly became warm.

"Nono's back. He's asleep."

Snow fell on his son's red face and gave him a kiss, "nono It's my father. "

"If nono is asleep, don't wake him up."

"OK, where are you? Have you come back yet? "

"Oh, I just got off the plane. I'll be back in a moment. Wait for me

"Good. Be careful on the way

Thinking about what happened, xueluo added: "Cong just sent nono back. It came back last night. I haven't been able to get through to you

"Well, I'll be right back! I'll see you later. "

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang conveniently deleted his wife xueluo's number. The safety of his wife and children really reassured him.

"You may get up!"

After Feng Xinglang made this kind of warm call, Cong just used his strong legs to push Feng Xinglang out of his body.

Feng Xinglang quickly turned over and jumped down from the bed, squinting at CongGang.

"You're quite smart!"

Thin lips shallow hook for a while, is to CongGang behavior appreciation.

"Is that enough? If you have enough trouble, go out! "

Cong Gang arranges the bed which has been made messy by Feng Xinglang.

"You think I'd like to stay with you!"

Feng Xinglang glanced coldly, then turned and walked towards the door.

Cong Gang's eyes are subconsciously watching. But I didn't want to seal it. Lang turned around.

"Your wounds Are you all right? "

Just scuffle, let Cong Gang body of those scratches revealed. Of course, Feng Xinglang will see it.

At that time, Cong Gang's sweater was taken off to Linnuo children. He was wearing only a T-shirt, and it was inevitable that he would be scratched by those branches and bushes.

“…… It's OK. "

Cong Gang gave an unnatural reply.

"That mountain forest is so dangerous, how dare you run so fast Why didn't you fall to death, you son of a bitch

This sudden change of painting style highlights the attitude and tone that a scum should have.

“……”

Cong gang has nothing to say. I don't want to say.

Downstairs, Feng Xinglang stops, turns around and stares at Wei Kang.

Wei Kang was stared at by Feng Xinglang, and all his cells were on guard: this guy should not be boss CongGang, who wants to make trouble with him?

Feng Xinglang fumbled for a while and found the cash check that had been crumpled up all the way.

"Take it. It's medical expenses for your boss! And That door. "

Feng Xinglang glanced at the wooden door that he had knocked down and said, "Weikang, what's good for you to follow CongGang? He who lives in a slum and hides all day long and has no food to eat, can he live and die for him? Come to me when you are free. You are always welcome. "

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang did not forget to use a means of estrangement.

“……”

It has to be said that Feng Xinglang's words are really itching.

But Weikang won't do that. It's not easy for bloodthirsty people like them to find the right master.

He didn't return the check he had. It's not that he wants to have it for himself, but that he thinks that as boss CongGang's identity and position today, he should be able to dress, eat, live and travel more elegantly. So he took the ten million cash check from the bank.

******

following the dawn, Feng Xinglang rushed back to Feng's home as soon as possible.

"Second young master, you are back..."

Housekeeper Mo immediately welcomed him.

"And the wife?"

"My wife and nono are upstairs. Young master Nuo was sent back last night. "

"Well, I'll go upstairs first." Feng Xinglang walks upstairs.

Hearing the sound from downstairs, xueluo, who had already washed well and accompanied her son, immediately got up to open the door.

Outside, it was the man she had been thinking about for three or four days.Strong physique, tired face; eyes, but full of warmth.

"OK, Lang, you're back." A woman's heart aches.

The answer to a woman is a man's kiss.

Gnawing a woman's warm and ruddy lips, to vent these days to miss a woman.

Breeding up small pain, let snow fall more tightly embrace the man Jingjian waist.

Feng Xinglang didn't linger on a woman's lips for long, so he picked up the woman he was about to kiss and went to the bedside.

Feng Xinglang pulled open the thin quilt on his son, revealing his strong crouching body.

"Xing Lang, what are you doing It's going to be cold. " The snow murmured.

"Well, there are many legs and arms!"

Feng Xinglang crawls over and hugs his son's warm little body tightly in his arms.

"Son of a bitch, I really want to beat you up! Let you run

Even if there is anger, Feng Xinglang is only a symbolic pinch on the little guy's small p-share, which is a fight.

"OK Lang, go wash it first, and then go to sleep with nono. He's been waiting for you for a long time since he woke up last night

"Come to the bathroom, I'll clean you up!"

Men look at women's eyes, a school of Floating Charm.