Chapter 1887: Love Letter 92

Bai Mo returned to Fang Xinglang with a little restless look.

Picking up a bottle of whiskey that Catgirl had just brought in, she sat down and filled Yan Bang.

"Bangge, our brothers and sisters haven't been together for a long time, right? Old rules, let's drink three cups first! Let's respect them first!"

Bai Mo, who had never dared to take the initiative to search for Yanbang fighting wine, was so afraid. You should know that Yanbang, who is not drunk with a thousand cups, can pour ten Baimo into drunk shrimp.

Today, Bai Mo made the east, and Yan Bang gave three drinks to his face.

"I went out of the land, you invested in infrastructure; get a landmark building in Shencheng, and take a financial and commercial street!" Yan Bang thought pretty.

"What about the subsequent accounting? How?" Feng Xinglang casually asked.

"Within five years, fifty-five cents; after five years, thirty-seven cents! I wonder what Feng always said?" Yan Bang looked to Feng Xinglang.

"Very good! Mr. Yan thinks enough!"

Feng Xinglang drank a sip of red wine, and he was too lazy to ask who was specific.

"Three days later, I asked Nina to give Mr. Feng a preliminary plan?" Yan Bang really came to talk about business.

But there are some doubts. For example: With Yan's financial resources, he should be able to complete the overall infrastructure alone; is he avoiding risks? Presumably there should be expert guidance.

Is this master Nina? Or Cong Gang close at hand?

Feng Xinglang squinted at Cong Gang, gazing at his every move slightly;

Cong Gang kept his eyes down, instead of looking up to see Feng Xinglang, just looking down at what he thought.

"I ... I'll make it easier. Mr. Feng will wait a moment." Yan Bang covered his belly slightly and walked towards the door of the private room.

"Yan Bang, please help yourself!" Feng Xinglang hummed.

"The two talked first. I'll accompany President Yan!"

Bai Mo got up consciously and left the private room behind Yan Bang.

As Yan Bang and Bai Mo left, the private room fell silent. He seemed so quiet that he could hear his breathing.

This quietness is shrouded in a sense of breathless depression.

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang in the corner so quietly; while Cong Gang maintained a posture and remained motionless.

Cong Gang's patience is much more than ordinary people! He can maintain such a silent attitude, waiting for Yan Bang to return.

Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, and then walked slowly towards the inside corner.

It seems that every step can make a pit.

Cong Gang didn't raise his eyes, but he could clearly feel the oppression approaching himself little by little.

He didn't look up conditionedly until he felt the exhaled air flow above his head!

A face! A magnified handsome face!

Near above his head, looking straight at him.

Feng Xinglang's eyes were clear, with complex eyes flowing: there was anger, concern, interrogation ... and even tenderness!

"Are you ok?"

From the thin lips of Fengxing Langfei, the words of care were overflowing lightly. With a slight hoarseness in the deep.

At this moment, Cong Gang's psychological defense line was slowly crushed by the stormy waves pouring deep inside ...

According to common sense, someone should be furious or humiliating at him; but the guy in front of him is even concerned about him?

Cong Gang's throat knot slipped quickly, and he swallowed quietly after swallowing dryly:

"What do you want to do?" He tried to press his tone into coldness.

"I didn't want to do anything ... I just wanted to care about you!"

Seeing Cong Gang speaking, Feng Xinglang slightly moved his lips.

"I don't need anyone's concern!" Cong Gang muffled his voice, refusing to be indifferent from thousands of miles away.

Feng Xinglang didn't answer any more, just nodded in favor. And then just stare condescendingly.

Cong Gang was a little uncomfortable. He is not used to anyone being so close to him. Especially Feng Xinglang.

He got up slightly, trying to move some distance away.

But the moment he moved away, a strong figure fluttered at him.

Before Cong had time to react, he felt two warm things clinging to his neck ...

Like a veneer etiquette!

Breath freezes instantly in this second!

He didn't have time to react rather than being agile, but he forgot to react at all!

But the gentle closeness had not been maintained for a second, and the gentleman had transformed into a demon, and the demon exposed his sharp teeth instantly, biting on Cong Gang's cheek severely!

Healthy and sharp teeth are embedded in the flesh, and blood spreads in Feng Xinglang's mouth instantly.

It seems that only in this way can we vent our anger, worry about him, and dissatisfaction with him ... and the sorrow and anger that can't be resolved in the chest during this time!

"Feng Xinglang! You are so bullying!"

Cong Gang's voice was stained with husky sobbing; the bright liquid flashed in his eyes and was about to come out.

"Playing for fun? Playing tricks? Playing tricks?"

Feng Xinglang let go of his sharp teeth and grinned coldly; raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.

"Cong Gang, you **** look like a human again ... but in the bones, you will always be a dog I picked up!"

Feng Xinglang reached forward and patted Cong Gang's bleeding cheek, "You will always be my dog! My dog ​​is alive! My dog ​​can only be dead! Understand?"

Cong Gang's breathing was short, and his entire chest was undulating like he was cracking open; there was a tremor between his teeth, and he couldn't say anything.

...

When Feng Xinglang stepped out of the booth, blood was still dripping from the corners of his mouth and chin.

"Lang brother, why did you come out so soon? I have successfully got Bang Brother into the bathroom, and it is estimated that it won't take me more than ten minutes."

Bai Mo approached Feng Xinglang happily, but was surprised to find that Feng Xinglang had blood on his face and hands.

"Lang, are you hurt? The mutinous guy attacked you?" Bai Mo asked in alarm.

"He's not as big as a dog!"

Feng Xinglang took the wipes delivered by the cat girl and wiped the corners of his mouth, humming: "Disobedient dogs must be beaten!"

"Ah? Wouldn't it be that you hit that guy?"

Bai Mo pushed the door of the private room suspiciously, but found that there was no one in the private room.

That guy ran away? So fast!

"Lang, that guy is gone! Would you like to send someone to chase?" Bai Mo asked.

"No! A dog is a dog, even if it is far away and long after, it can find it by itself!"

Feng Xing Lang Fei's thin lips evoked a playful smile.

Bai Mo drew a corner of his mouth, and wanted to remind Feng Xinglang: Even if the dog found it by himself, he now recognizes Yan Bang as the new owner? !!

But seeing Feng Xinglang's arrogant look, Bai Mo didn't say a word.