Chapter 1737

Year after year, for young children, it seems that there is not much feeling. It's just another birthday.

But for Feng Xinglang, it is unforgettable.

A year ago today, Cong Gang died! Feng Xinglang died to save him.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang still has a little hope: maybe CongGang is really Superman, or maybe he is the most powerful as his son Linnuo said

But all hopes and illusions have to be defeated by this cruel, day-to-day reality.

Cong Gang never came back alive!

There is no news. It's like death!

Dead to the core!

There is no life to find!

Just like the dust swept away! Only memory!

Feng Xinglang came alone today. I didn't take my two sons with me.

This summer vacation, the eldest son, Feng Linnuo, had a good time in Repulse Bay of Hetun. It's said that in order to please his grandson, Hetun is both a glider and a flying machine. It's also said that he has brought back a little lion and cheetah from the Middle East.

The youngest son was a lot quieter. Since the weaning, the baby seems to be better fed. There was no sign of clinging. Occasionally wake up, as long as not hungry, he will not cry or make a person quietly looking at a corner, or the ceiling.

Since she can climb, Feng chongchong has a hobby that worries Mommy xueluo: just put the little thing on the crawling mat, and in a short time, the little thing will climb to a corner and sit in it, which is very quiet and frightening.

Xueluo thinks that her youngest son chongchong has autism, but Feng Xinglang doesn't agree. He said it was called personality.

Because every time he gazed at the bottom of the little thing's eyes, he could feel his son's loneliness.

In front of this retro villa gradually covered by Parthenocissus, he stood silent for a long time.

A villa without life is like a desolate grave.

Feng Xinglang can't remember how many times he has come here to brush his face since Cong Gang died Every brush, the mood will be more dignified, but also more lost some.

No matter how fierce, after all, still can't escape the calculation of death.

"Over there It's comfortable, isn't it? Without me to serve Your life... "

Feng hang Lang slightly pause, changed a speech: "your ghost life will be how boring!"

Looking at the unchanging scene, Feng Xinglang sets his eyebrows, walks slowly, and sits down on the simple dark gray single sofa.

As the saying goes, the soul never leaves! With CongGang's powerful role, the ghost should be more powerful than others!

But Feng Xinglang has been here so many times, but he didn't feel CongGang's existence once.

Cong Gang seems to have just been away for a long time, but the date of his return is still uncertain!

But all this is just Feng Xinglang's subjective will!

Maybe he can't find a close bodyguard who is as loyal to himself as Cong gang!

Also a good friend!

Sometimes his temper will be more tough and arrogant than his master.

Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang that sense of security, which no one else can give! It seems that as long as Cong Gang is by his side, even if it's a tiger's den, he can fall asleep peacefully.

It's just

"Son of a bitch, you can die if you want to Why don't you choose a quiet place to die by yourself? I have to brush the sense of existence in front of Laozi! Let me feel that I owe you all my life... "

Feng Xing Lang Wei narrowed his eyes and said, "although you save my master, that's what a dog should do But is it a little intentional for you to die like that? You should wait to save my master before you die in silence! "

"I know you are a dog on purpose..."

The cool environment, faded the heat, to some refreshing.

At that moment, the waves were stormy, and the fire was raging It seems like rewinding again in Feng Xinglang's mind, playing back one by one. Just can't see CongGang's face clearly!

Feng Xinglang shook his head and didn't want to let those too sad things occupy his whole mood.

He tried to recall some pleasant memories:

[don't try You can't beat me! 】What can you do to me? 】

[you will appreciate me in the future! 】

[because you are too greedy! 】

in a daze, Feng Xinglang wakes up: even the memories are so angry and suffocating!

Greedy?

Why are you greedy?

Money? For his wife and children to earn milk money, this can also be called greed?!

Power? Feng Xinglang doesn't deliberately try to win over the Yamen. In other words, he was not interested in high officials at all.What does that dog say that he is greedy for?

Death is death, and the living cannot live in peace!

This is to sacrifice CongGang, but Feng Xinglang left with anger!

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When Feng Xinglang arrived at Yulong City, Yan bang, who was unable to take care of himself, was still bedridden.

This month, whether it's a call from Shao Yuanjun or a call from Baotou, as long as it involves Yan bang, Feng Xinglang will resolutely hang up the phone. A look of indifference.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang took the initiative to come to Yulong City, more or less to comfort Yan Bang's heart.

Yan Bang didn't open his mouth, so he peered at Feng Xinglang who walked slowly into his living room.

"I didn't expect President Yan to be so unruly? I've been bedridden for a month. I can't even take care of myself? "

Why Feng Xinglang took the initiative to visit Yan bang in Yulong City, which was unable to take care of himself, is more or less related to the fact that he just went to worship CongGang.

Maybe, maybe, CongGang has really died! He will never return to Feng Xinglang and become his right arm!

If Yan Bang left him, he would be a loner!

In Shencheng act may not be blocked, but also can not wantonly overbearing!

The key is not to carry the pot for yourself!

"Didn't you have a gun last time? Why didn't you shoot me?! Reluctant to start? "

Yan Bang's slightly white scar face was lightly stained with a smile of victory.

Because he felt that Yan Bang had won the cold war!

"It's against the law to kill! Your life is not worth my imprisonment

With a leisurely sound, Feng Xinglang took an Australian mango and took a bite. He casually spat out his astringent skin.

"What do you mean by coming today? Take the initiative to reconcile with me? "

Yan Bang took Feng Xinglang and was biting the mango. Three or two times, he peeled the peel clean and put it back into Feng Xinglang's hand.

Because mango is one of the few fruits Feng Xinglang likes to eat, Yan Bang has developed a good skill of peeling mango.

"It's just that you can't take care of yourself! Is it directly on the broaching machine? And someone's picking up your urine? " Even if he said vulgar words, it did not affect Feng Xinglang's appetite to eat his favorite Australian mango.