Chapter 2005

To tell you the truth, this morning, Feng Xinglang was very congestive.

He treats Baimo as his brother treats his own brother, but now he even wants to send a killer to beat him?

It's so damn cool! Just as Cong Gang worried: since Yan Bang's amnesia, Feng Xinglang has had little contact with him, a little bit of the tragic feelings of a strong man breaking his wrist. Feng Xinglang decisively draws a clear line with Yan bang! If Baimo also quarrels with Feng Xinglang, I'm afraid he can really accept it for a while! So CongGang didn't promise Feng Xinglang to ask the Bai family for the holiday villa!

Son of a bitch! I really lost my punch! It's too light!

With a bang, Feng Xinglang, who was in a bad mood and had a bad appetite, left his knife and fork on the table.

He didn't seem to have a good appetite, but he didn't eat less: a portion of risotto, plus more than half of the German pork elbow. I feel more like I can't eat any more, so I shake off the knife and fork.

Dare to bribe others to beat yourself? It really ate the bear heart leopard gall! Just for a second-hand junior? The prince of the white family is really hungry!

After a sip of the tea from the Secretary, Feng Xinglang felt that his stomach was a little bit full.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang lowered his head and picked up his shirt Do not look good, this look at the mood is even more blocked panic!

Feng Xinglang saw that his abdomen had already protruded fat like two finger thick belly.

It shouldn't be When did you get so much more?! Is there something wrong with your sitting posture?

As a result, Feng Xinglang sat up straight. Sure enough, his protruding belly became shallow! But he just moved a more comfortable posture, the belly appeared in an instant, and it was thicker than just now!

Feng Xinglang sat up straight behind him again, and then his belly, which looked rather dazzling, became shallow again.

When the secretary came in to clean up the tableware, Feng Xinglang saw Basong swinging at the door. During lunch time, as long as Feng Xinglang stays in GK venture capital for lunch, Basong usually goes to the next office to have a good time with the female secretaries.

"Bassoon, come in!" Feng Xinglang called in a deep voice.

"Well Here we are

Hearing Feng Xinglang's call, Basong immediately ran in, "Mr. Feng, you call me?"

"Well, close the door first."

After the secretary left, Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Oh." Thinking that Feng Xinglang was going to tell him something confidential, bassoon immediately turned to close the door of the president's office.

"Mr. Feng, what's so secret?" Bassoon came to inquire.

"Take off your coat!" Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.

"Ah? Take off Take off your clothes? "

Bashong was so surprised that his chin drooped, "for Why? "

"If you take it off, you take it off! There's so much nonsense Feng Xinglang scolded dryly.

Bashong, who was thinking too much, immediately protected his chest with his arms tightly, "Mr. Feng, you Please let me go! I, I'm straight

Feng Xinglang, speechless, gave Ba song a white eye, and said, "if I really want to bend you, can you be straight?"

"Mr. Feng, don't Don't do like that! I... " Bassoon believed it, and could not even speak quickly.

"No, I don't, do I? OK, I'll call CongGang and ask you to take it off! " Feng Xinglang made an action of picking up his mobile phone to make a call.

It's very effective to deal with Basong!

"Don't I I'll take it off Bashong had a bitter face and began to lift his upper body's sympathy.

When he saw bassoon's eight clearly shaped abdominal muscles, Feng Xinglang was still a little lost and melancholy.

I'm not old yet. How can I get greasy?

What have you done these years? Feed yourself so fat?

"Back up! Sit down for me

Feng Xinglang fluke thought: sitting down of Basong may be like himself, will also protrude his belly.

After bassoon sat down, he showed only the arched abdominal muscles; Feng Xinglang completely believed that his body shape was indeed out of shape!

"Feng Mr. Feng, don't you have a wife and children How How can you still like men? "

Bassoon asked, trembling. I'm really worried that Feng Xinglang will jump at himself and bend him!

"Put on your clothes and get out of here!" Feng Xinglang roared angrily.

Bassoon immediately picked up his coat and rushed out. Feng Xinglang, you are fat Is it more important than your life? Are you nearly forty? Poor your daughter is only two months old, she has to face you this greasy middle-aged fat uncle all day! I'm afraid you've been in a wheelchair before your daughter gets married! 】Seriously, with so many brain cells dying every day, Feng Xinglang is really lazy to move.

But Cong Gang's words were like a magic spell, which lingered in his ears from time to time. It was neither sitting nor lying.

Pinching his two finger thick belly, Feng Xinglang made an amazing decision: he wants to keep fit!

If you don't do anything else, you can hold your son-in-law in the future!

At the thought that his daughter will marry later in the future, Feng Xinglang is not a good person! So, it turned sadness into strength!

The president's gym is connected with the office. In the past, in order to take care of Nina better, she once separated a part, and later changed back to the gym.

Three minutes later, bassoon saw Feng Da's president working hard in the gym through the floor glass doors and windows.

It seems that he suddenly realized that Feng Xinglang didn't want to sleep with him, but But want to see his figure, good like painting gourd to exercise? Oh, no! It's so mysterious that it scares him!

Bassoon narcissistic appreciation of his abdominal muscles, then walked toward the gym.

When Basong came in, Feng Xinglang was making a bench press with a flat barbell, looking at it with great effort.

"Mr. Feng, it's not right for you to exert so much force You'll strain your shoulder muscles. "

Bassoon came forward to correct Feng Xinglang's posture.

"Go away!" But he was stunned by Feng Xinglang's roar.

It's really a companion like a tiger! He came to correct his power posture with good intentions, but he yelled at him?

What kind of bad temper is this!

Feng Xinglang not only drove away Basong, but also drew all the curtains in the gym. I'll do it all by myself.

About six or seven minutes later, the door of the gym was pushed open again. The movement is so quiet that it can be ignored.

In the past seven or eight minutes, Feng Xinglang has been competing with that abdominal trainer. Seems to want to be able to train his belly out in a few hours, the original eight abdominal muscles to train out. That eager appearance, some eager for success.

When Feng Xinglang was about to open his mouth, he found that Cong gang was holding his abdomen.

"Exhale when you press down, inhale when you restore; condense and gather strength here, then slowly exert strength, don't be too fierce Or you won't last long! "

Feng Xinglang did two sets of actions according to Cong Gang's guidance, and found that he saved a lot of effort.

"Hairy bug? What are you doing here? "

Feng Xinglang suddenly realized that this was a problem: even if Basong called CongGang, CongGang could not fly over in a few minutes!

"When I pass by, I'll come up and have a look."

Cong Gang deserves to be calm. On the hand is slightly lifting force, "come again, want to condense gas, gather force! And then work again! "

"What about insects? You've come here and left the worm in your tomb of the living dead? "

Feng Xinglang doesn't care what Cong Gang is going to do. He only worries about his little son.

"The worm is asleep." Cong Gang answered softly again.

"I'm X! You went out and left my son alone in such a desolate place? What if a wild cat or dog bites a worm? " Feng Xinglang is not in the mood to practice any abdominal muscles.

"Your son is not as vulnerable as you think! Even if there is any wild cat or dog, he can deal with it by himself

compared with the tension of Lang Lang, Cong Gang arrived very leisurely.

Cong Gang, are you not sick? Bug is only three years old, he is still a child! Do you understand? "

Feng Xinglang was really in a hurry, "hurry to die for me!"

"Bugs are sleeping in your lounge!"

Know not to give a reassurance, Feng Xinglang has no mind to continue to exercise.

Listening to Cong Gang's words, Feng Xinglang immediately ran to the rest room.

Cong Gang didn't cheat him. His little son was sleeping on his bed in the rest room.

"Smelly boy, you scared your father!"

Feng Xinglang gave a drowning kiss to his sleeping son, and then he lay on his side, as if ready to take a nap.

"Feng Xinglang, you've only practiced for less than ten minutes!" The unpleasant words just came over.

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a lazy look and said, "I'll practice when I wake up later!"

Squinting, Feng Xinglang felt coldly that he had a pair of vicious and cruel eyes, staring at him all the time!

When I open my eyes, I see Cong Gang's face that despises me.

"Well, don't worry! Your daughter is only two months old. It will take a long time for her to get married when she is eighteen! By then, you will only be in your fifties! "

Feng Xinglang stares at CongGang angrily. Without saying anything, he obediently gets up and goes to the gym.

Although at this moment of his, incomparably attached to the bed!……

Feng Xinglang was sweating and his mouth was not idle.

"Worm, are you sick? This fat grows on me It didn't grow on you You don't like to see You don't have to look! I didn't ask you to see You have to get on with me, don't you

"Can you shut your mouth? If you go on practicing like this, not to mention two months, two years may not be effective! "

When Feng Xinglang got to the sitting leg flexion trainer, Cong Gang found that Feng Xinglang's broken left leg was slightly shaking. When pedaling straight, you must rely on the strength of your right leg! Already subconsciously let Feng Xinglang form such a habit.