Chapter 370: Beauty plan

This burnt taste lingered on Feng Lixin's body for more than half a month.

At that time, Feng Xinglang was almost inseparable beside Feng Lixin, and accompanied him through every ghost door.

The hand to lift the blue cloth is very stable, but Feng Xinglang's heart at this moment is undulating.

Even a dog picked up will be emotional for a long time. Not to mention Cong Gang is still alive!

Under the blue cloth, a scorched body was shameless; it was impossible to judge the appearance from his scorched features.

"Boss, I will help you get revenge!" Ye Shinian had choked out.

Although Cong Gang is usually haunted by ghosts, and he is indifferent and indifferent, Ye Ye has always surrendered to Cong Gang's arrogant and arrogant mood, always looking up at him.

Feng Xinglang didn't snor, but just felt that he was not just hurting his ribs, as if there were no pains spreading all over his body. As uncomfortable as ants.

"Sometimes, you go out first, I want to be alone."

Feng Xinglang hissed lowly, revealing endless hesitation.

"Lang Brother, you are in grief." Ye Shinian retreated, and he was choking fast and could not speak.

Staring at the focal body under the blue cloth, Feng Xinglang's eyes turned red.

"Dog, I'm not dead yet, how can you die? I didn't order you: I can't die before I die?"

Feng Xinglang hissed, each word biting so heavily.

Feng Xinglang held Cong Gang's deformed and twisted hand.

He is not taboo or afraid. He is more receptive to some of these horrifying bodies than ordinary people.

I thought Cong Gang was just a guarded dog in his own mind, but at this moment Feng Xinglang discovered that the feeling of water and water between the master and the servant was precious!

"Cong Gang, you dog stuff ..."

Feng Xing cursed, trying hard to curb the pain that spread in his heart. Taking a deep breath, I want to ease this discomfort.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang's eyes fell on the focus of the focus body.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang began to slam the right arm of that focus with his hands; he even stabbed his fingers into the middle of the two bones.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang pulled away from his hand and covered the blue cloth.

Outside the morgue door, Ye Shinian hit his fist on the wall with a fist and choked with sobbing.

"Okay, don't hesitate! We want to turn grief into strength!"

Feng Xinglang walked to the pool, cleaning the dirt on his hands over and over again. Also used many times sterilization disinfectant.

"Hetun, this hatred is not shared! I must have slaughtered you with my own hands, and avenge my brother Cong!" Ye Shinian vowed to grit his teeth.

Feng Xinglang only glanced at Ye Shinian and said lightly:

"These days, you send someone to follow Bai Mo. Be ready to kidnap him at any time!"

"Ah? What did our kidnapping Prince Simu do?" Ye Sinian froze.

"You also have the option to kidnap Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglangfeng light and indifferent.

"Kidnap Bang?"

Ye Shinian's entire mouth was surprised to become an 'o' shape. Because the kidnapping of Yan Bang was purely to death, does he still have a small life?

Who is Yanbang? But Shen Cheng's executioner! What kidnapped him is not to die!

"That's it, I'll just stare at Bai Mo!"

The persimmon picks softly, knows the current affairs manager as Junjie.

"Lang Brother, what did we kidnap the Prince Simu? Do you remember that Mr. Bai's family cannot be obtained?" Ye Shinian asked curiously.

"In Shencheng, there is no more sensation than the kidnapping of Bai Mo and Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang thoughtfully. If Bai Mo was abducted by Hetun, wouldn't it be natural for Lao Chu to ask the gate to use special forces.

"Lang, there are many ways to make headlines, and we don't need to kidnap them!" Ye Shinian reminded in good faith.

"Ask again, cut your tongue!"

Feng Xing Lang Leng hummed, then went back into Lamborghini without leaving.

Seeing the shadow of the car that Lamborghini had left, Ye Shinian seemed to be angry with Cong Gang.

Because from the words and deeds that Feng Xinglang just had, he did not see him sad because of Cong Gang's death.

"Well, dead tea is cold!"

Ye Shinian sighed.

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The green frog-like color of Lamborghini is really too ridiculous. Just when I was in a hurry, I chose this fast enough from Bai Mo.

It seemed that the depressed mood was released, and Feng Xinglang changed from GK Group to a Hummer with better off-road collision prevention function.

As soon as Feng Xinglang changed his car, he received a call from Feng An's home.

"Master Second, the man who took Miss Lan away from Feng's home is here again."

"Xing San? What did he do to seal the family? Did he embarrass you?"

"No! He said he would talk to you about something and let you come back when you have time. He also said it was about Mrs. Xue Luo."

When it comes to snow falling, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows suddenly sink.

"Is he alone?"

"Well, he's alone!"

"Okay! I'll return right away and let him wait a moment!"

"Okay. I'll make tea for him first."

*****

This escaped the first day, but not fifteen.

One day, Grandpa Bai ’s body is not as good as one day, and he persecuted his grandson Bai Mo back.

Bai Mo's parents died early, and Grandpa Bai paid more attention to the reproduction of Bai Jiazi.

From among the women Feng Xinglang helped pick out last night, Bai Mo ordered some soldiers to find a woman with a close eye, and drove hurriedly to Bai Gongguan.

On Qinan Road, less than five kilometers away from the White Mansion, the hood Maserati of Bai Mosao was stopped by a dazzling large red Maserati.

Maserati, see, Maserati, fate!

The phantom drilled from the red Maserati made Bai Mo's heart even more shocked.

Turned out to be blue yoyo!

Lan Youyou is very clean today: pure student girl head, straight, elegant and moving. A touch of light makeup makes her beauty more natural, pure and pure like an immortal fairy. Very ordinary clothes can't hide her refined temperament.

The convertible stopped at Lan Youyou's feet.

"Sister, did the car break down? My son is willing to help."

At this moment, Lan Youyou's melancholy temperament makes Bai Mo obsessed with it.

"Who is she? It's as sweet as sweet potatoes! Isn't it Muye's girlfriend?"

Lan Youyou's ridiculous, even more ridiculous, made the woman in the convertible almost angry.

"Come, sweet potatoes, take this money and find a cool place to drink tea!"

Bai Mo threw away the woman's stack of thick red tickets and drove her away.

Lan Youyou's beauty schemes are not charming.