Chapter 2005: I'm a straight man!

Seriously, Feng Xinglang was very upset this morning.

He treats Bai Mo like his brother treats his own younger brother, but now the two sister-in-law still send a killer to beat him?

What a **** heart!

As Cong Gang was concerned: Since Yan Bang's amnesia, Feng Xinglang has had little contact with him, a little bit of sadness about the strong man breaking his wrist. Feng Xinglang decisively demarcates the boundary with Yan Bang! If Bai Mo had an upset with Feng Xinglang, I'm afraid he was really acceptable for a while! So Cong Gang didn't agree to ask Feng Xinglang to ask the Bai family for a holiday villa!

Geek stuff! I really missed that punch! Also lightened!

"哐 啷", a bad mood, resulting in poor appetite Feng Xinglang threw the knife and fork on the table.

It looked like his appetite was not good, but he didn't eat less: a piece of risotto, and half of the German pork elbow. I felt more like I could n’t eat anymore, so I threw away the knife and fork.

Dare to buy someone else to beat yourself? It really eats bear heart leopard gall! Just for a second-hand child? Dignified Prince Bai's family is really hungry!

Taking a sip of the tired tea from the secretary, Feng Xinglang felt that his stomach was a little bit stretched.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang lowered his head and lightly picked up his shirt ... It was better not to look at it, and the mood became even more frightened!

Feng Xinglang saw that his abdomen had a fat belly with a thick two-finger belly.

It shouldn't be ... When did you add such a thing? !! Is there a problem with your sitting position?

As a result, Feng Xinglang sat up straight; sure enough, the raised belly went down a lot! But he just moved a bit more comfortably, and the belly appeared again instantly, and it was thicker than before!

Feng Xinglang's conditioned reflex sat up straight up again, and the belly that looked quite eye-catching went down again.

As the secretary came in to clean up the tableware, Feng Xinglang saw Ba Song walking by the door. At lunchtime, as long as Feng Xinglang stays in the GK venture capital for lunch, Ba Song usually goes to the office next door and plays hot with the female secretaries.

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

"Well ... coming!"

Hearing Feng Xinglang's call, Ba Song rushed in immediately, "General Feng, you call me?"

"Well, close the door first."

After the secretary left, Feng Xinglang hummed.

"Oh." Thinking that Feng Xinglang was going to order himself some confidential things, Ba Song immediately turned to close the door of the president's office.

"Mr. Feng, what's so secretive?" Ba Song came forward to ask.

"Take off your coat!" Feng Xinglang said softly.

"Ah? Undress ... undress?"

Ba Song was so shocked that he even pulled down his chin. "For ... why?"

"Let you take it off, you take it off! Where there is so much nonsense!" Feng Xing whispered angrily.

Thinking too much, Ba Song immediately protected his chest with his arms tightly, "General Feng, you ... please let me go! I, I am straight!"

Feng Xinglang praised Ba Song with a blank eye and humorous humming: "If I really want to bend you, can your mother be straight?"

"Mr. Feng, don't ... don't do this! I ..." Ba Songxin thought it was true, and even said that he was unfavorable.

"Don't take off? OK, I'll call Cong Gang to get you off!" Feng Xinglang made a move to pick up the phone to make a call.

To deal with Ba Song, Huhuohuwei is still very useful!

"Don't don't ... I ... I'll take it off!" Ba Song faced bitterly, and began to lift his upper body's shirt trembling.

Feng Xinglang was a bit lost and hesitant when he saw Ba Song's eight distinctly shaped abdominal muscles.

I'm not old yet, why is it getting oily?

What have you done over the years? Feed yourself so fat and strong?

"Back down! Sit down for me!"

Feng Xinglang thought fortunately: Ba Song who sat down might be just like himself, and he would also protrude his belly.

After Ba Song sat down, he showed only the arc-shaped abs; Feng Xinglang completely believed this time: his body shape was indeed out of shape!

"Feng ... General Feng, don't you have a wife and children ... Why ... why do you still like men?"

Ba Song asked tremblingly. Really worried that Feng Xinglang would pounce on himself abnormally, and then gave him a stiff corner!

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

Ba Song immediately picked up his shirt and rushed out.

[Feng Xinglang, you are fat ... Is it more important than your life? Are you almost forty? Poor your daughter is only two months old and will face your greasy middle-aged uncle all day long! I'm afraid you haven't waited until the day your daughter got married, you are already in a wheelchair! ]

Seriously, Feng Xinglang is really too lazy to move so many brain cells that die every day.

But Cong Gang's remarks were like a curse. From time to time, he lingered in his ears, making him sit or lie.

Squeezing his belly, which was almost **** thick, Feng Xinglang made an amazing decision: he wanted to work out!

If you do n’t, just hold your son-in-law in the future!

The thought of Feng Xinglang's whole person is not good when she thinks that her daughter will marry in the future. So, sadness is turned into strength!

The president's dedicated gym is connected to the office. In the past, in order for Nina to take better care of Wuyi, I separated a part of it, and then changed back to the gym.

Three minutes later, Ba Song saw the president Feng who was working hard in the gym through the floor-to-ceiling windows and doors.

It seems that this dawned on me: Feng Xinglang didn't want to sleep on him, but ... but wanted to see his figure so that he could exercise like a gourd? Oh, don't say it earlier! It was so mysterious that it scared him!

After having a narcissistic appreciation of his abdominal muscles, Ba Song walked towards the gym.

When Ba Song came in, Feng Xinglang was drumming up a flat barbell bench press, looking very strenuous.

"Mr. Feng, you're not doing so well ... it will strain your shoulder muscles."

Ba Song came forward to correct Feng Xinglang's power posture.

"Go!" But Feng Xinglang roared and roared.

Really companion like a tiger! He came with good intentions to correct his firing posture, and he even yelled at him?

What kind of bad temper is this?

Feng Xinglang not only expelled Ba Song, but even pulled up the curtains in the gym. Practice alone in it.

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

In these seven or eight minutes, Feng Xinglang was more authentic with that abdominal training device. It seems that he wants to train his belly in a few hours and train his original eight-pack abs. That eager look was a little eager.

Leng Buding, holding his belly with one palm; when Feng Xinglang was about to open his mouth and scold, he found that it was Cong Gang who was holding his belly.

"Exhale when you press down, inhale when you return; condense the air here, and then slowly exert your force, don't be too fierce ... otherwise you won't last long!"

Feng Xinglang did two sets of moves in accordance with Cong Gang's guidance, and found that it really saved a lot of effort.

"Caterpillar? Why are you here?"

Feng Xinglang suddenly realized that this was a problem: even if Ba Song called Cong Gang, it was impossible for Cong Gang to fly over within minutes!

"I pass by, just come by and see."

Cong Gang deserved the wind and clouds. On the hand, he was slightly lifting his hand, "Come again, hold your breath, gather your strength! Then force it!"

"What about Bugs? You came over and left Bugs alone in your grave?"

Feng Xinglang didn't care what Cong had to do when he went out, he only worried about his younger son.

"Zhong Chong is asleep." Cong Gang responded again.

"I X! You went out and left my son alone in such a desolate place? What if I ran into a wildcat and a wild dog and bite a bug?" Feng Xinglang didn't care about training any abs Already.

"Your son is not as fragile as you think! Even if there are any wild cats and wild dogs, he can handle it himself!"

Compared with Feng Xinglang's nervousness, Cong was very relaxed when he arrived.

"Cong Gang, aren't you **** sick? You are only three years old. He is still a child! Do babies understand?"

Feng Xinglang was really anxious, "Hurry and die for me!"

"Zugs are asleep in your lounge!"

Knowing not to give a reassurance pill, Feng Xinglang didn't have any thoughts to continue exercising.

After hearing Cong Gang's words, Feng Xinglang rushed to the lounge immediately.

Cong Gang didn't lie to him, the youngest son was sleeping just fine in his lounge bed.

"Shit boy, you scared your dad!"

Feng Xinglang drowned, kissed his sleeping son, and then lay on his side, as if preparing to take a nap to fill his flesh.

"Feng Xinglang, you have only practiced for less than ten minutes!" If it was not pleasing to the ears, it passed on so ignorant of current affairs.

Feng Xinglang slanted Cong Gang a glance, "I wake up and practice again!"

Feng Xinglang Lengbuding felt the eyes closed: he had two vicious and cruel eyes, always staring at him!

When I opened my eyes, I saw Cong Gang's despising face.

"Well, don't worry! Your daughter is only two months old. When she gets married at eighteen, it will be a long time! By then, you will not be more than fifty!"

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang an angry look and said nothing, so he got up and walked towards the gym.

Although at this moment, he is extremely fond of that bed!

...

While Feng Xinglang was sweating like rain, his mouth was not idle.

"The caterpillar, I said, are you sick? This fatness grows on me ... but not on you ... you don't like to watch ... you can't watch it! I didn't ask you to watch ... you Have to live with me, right? "

"Can you close your mouth? You just keep practicing like that, let alone two months, two years may not be effective!"

When Feng Xinglang practiced the sitting leg curl trainer, Cong Gang found that Feng Xinglang's left leg had been slightly trembling.

When pedaling straight with a load, you must rely on the strength of your right leg! Subconsciously let Feng Xinglang form such a habitual action.