Chapter 1996: Not play with you

Ba Song bitter gourd with a face: What an errand?

At the risk of being very likely to be beaten, Ba Song moved forward and reached out to pull up Feng Xinglang, who would not run again under the shade of a tree.

Feng Xinglang glanced at Ba Song obliquely, but eventually he reached out and asked Ba Song to drag him up.

Because Feng Xinglang knew clearly: Ba Song didn't have the courage to tease himself! Otherwise, Ba Song will not lick his face and run up the mountain, and then accompany Feng Xinglang to run down the mountain!

I don't really want to run, but if I just go fast, I guess I have to walk for about half an hour.

Feng Xinglang walked quickly, while Ba Song on the side kept trotting and wanted to mention the speed of two people. I have to say that Ba Song's physical strength is really good. He ran up the mountain in a rush, and trot again, trying to raise the speed of Feng Xinglang.

"Your boss seems to be very busy lately ... wouldn't you want to be a monster again?"

Feng Xinglang gave a lazy glance at Ba Song, who had been jumping beside him, trying to take him up.

"No! Isn't Boss healing recently?"

Ba Song feels that the boss is so “teasing” Feng Xinglang, he hasn't noticed anything at all. This is not painful and itchy, and has to drag him to accompany him! Just come here for a bit of surprise before you can enjoy it!

If you have to let Feng Xinglang run ... streaking is great!

Of course, Ba Song also just thought so, he still didn't dare to move Feng Xinglang. Not to mention that Feng Xinglang was stabbed away!

"Well, what about Wei Kang and that Guozi face? Who's going to steal another child?"

It stands to reason, Cong Gang's injuries were not completely good, how could there be no one to accompany him? In case someone wants to sneak in a dog thing, wouldn't it be a catch?

"It is estimated that the boss was sent to perform the task!"

Ba Song actually didn't know much. So what Feng Xinglang asked, he answered.

"What task?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"I don't know about it! Listen to the fourth son, the tug-of-task task this time is a bit arduous, it will take about a year and a half!

"A year and a half ago? What exactly did Cong Gang let them both do?" Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows.

"I really don't know! The boss didn't tell me!" Ba Song only knew about fur.

"I'm X! I'll ask you three questions! Isn't your mother still Cong Gang's? Why don't I take you to work?"

Feng Xinglang was a little bit sober, "I think they just look down on you!"

"That's true! All the bosses of my family, I know or don't know, anyway, the number is the lowest for me! Because the boss said: Send me the worst person to be your bodyguard, more than enough!"

"..." How did this sound like he was beating his face? !!

"Emotions are the least important right in the mind of that dead bug, right ?!" Feng Xinglang hummed angrily.

"Of course not! You are lowered in the eyelids of my boss, safe!"

Ba Song turned around and stepped on the spot, "General Manager Feng, you're all panting while walking, just stop talking!"

"..." Really when he was a sick cat, right?

The excited Feng Xinglang suddenly accelerated and ran down Panshan Mountain Road.

"Oh, Feng, your explosive power is okay ... hurry up ... hurry up ... I'm going to catch up with you!"

Energetic Ba Song walked all the way, and when he got into the Bentley car, he was almost exhausted.

And Ba Song still lively, "General Manager Feng, if you are tired, let's take a moment! I will call you when you arrive at the company!"

This young is so good!

When he untied the soaked shirt, Fengxing Langling, who was sitting around, found that the eight-pack abs that he once was proud of are now almost one in one!

"Mr. Feng, it's really impossible for you to not practice your bodyboard again! In the words of a little girl now, you are almost becoming a greasy middle-aged uncle!"

"... That's good, every morning, you will accompany me to the company!"

Feng Xinglang gave Ba Song an oblique glance, covering his belly with poor appearance with a wet suit.

"I have no problem running back and forth! I'm afraid you won't get up early!"

You know, in order to accompany the run; Ba Song has been called by someone to run at night for half a month.

Everything is routine!

Someone's hard-working routine!

...

As soon as Feng Xinglang entered the office, he saw the waiting father.

Father Bai in a wheelchair seems to have added a few more wrinkles these days. You can feel it even if you can't see it.

"Father, why are you here?"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward hurriedly and greeted the old man who had been waiting for him, "Hello, old man! How can you please you? What's the matter, just call the younger, and the younger must be on call! "

Feng Xinglang still respects Mr. Bai. When the old man started from scratch in the world, he was still a cripple!

"I know you're a busy person! Uninvited, I disturb you!" The old man smiled kindly.

"Father, this is my life! If you have a problem, just call me!"

Feng Xinglang, who wanted to take a shower first, had to continue wearing his wet and dry clothes. "Wendy, Father, come here, why don't you call me?"

"Called ... you didn't get through!"

Wendy had some minor grievances. She is really far worse than Nina.

That **** bug! Maybe the old man might misunderstand that he was deliberately negligent!

"Why not! I know you are busy! My old man can be idle!" The old man took a sip of tea from the secretary and smiled.

"Father, are you here today to supervise the work of the juniors? Or are you looking for juniors to talk about the old? I am also thinking of bringing my wife and children to greet you!"

The moment he saw the old man, Feng Xinglang knew what he wanted.

"I came here today to apologize to you and Xueluo!" The old man looked upright.

"Father, why are you saying that? It's my life again!" Feng Xinglang bowed forward and added some tea to the father.

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed a long time, "Bai Mo and Doudou are so noisy these days ... I'm really disturbing your husband and wife! Xue Luo is still being raised, but I can't help you!"

Waiting for Feng Xinglang to answer, the old man sighed again, "It's the blame that the silent boy is not fighting, it has become a bad weather!"

Feng Xinglang took the sip of the cold mango juice handed down by the secretary without taking a word from the old man.

If the old man didn't take the stand first, he wouldn't have much to say.

"By the way, I prepared a small gift for Wanye, and then I will come to visit another day."

At the prompt of the old man, the butler sent a brocade box to Feng Xinglang.

It should be a very valuable thing. That brocade box looks expensive.

What does this mean, old man? Do you want him to be so soft and short?