Chapter 2518: It's cheap for you!

The first-class projects that have been pressed for nearly a month need to be processed and reviewed. Given that Feng Xinglang is a particularly rigorous businessman, he has to personally review and review all the first-class projects.

Therefore, he didn't feel sleepy and tired until 11 o'clock in the evening.

In Cong Gang's words, it is an absolute money slave!

After all, he still had Zeng old wounds on his body and felt a bit sore at the waist of Feng Xinglang. When he raised his eyes, he saw Cong Gang.

The sleepy eyebrows instantly warmed ...

"Don't go yet? This consciousness ... has improved very well!"

To be honest, in this quiet, mountainous variety of projects around, you can see Cong Gang's warm, human face, and still warm the tired heart of Feng Xinglang a little bit!

Cong Gang delivered a stack of documents that had not yet been drafted, "Excuse me, President Feng to sign!"

Feng Xinglang took over the documents that Cong Gang handed in ... to be precise, there should be a few blank sheets of paper; he frowned and asked Cong Gang: "What kind of stuff is this?"

"For the time being it's not a gadget ... it will be a gadget when you sign it!"

Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang played a word game.

"What do you mean?"

Although Feng Xinglang was tired after working for a day, his mind was still quite sober, "You asked me to sign after a few blank sheets, but there is nothing ... Are you the rhythm of selling Lao Tzu?"

"Yifeng President, your IQ ... Can I sell you?"

Cong Gang warmly faded a hint of non-existent smile, "Again, you are all so old ... and you still can't sell a good price for your injuries! I want to sell, sell your grandson and granddaughter , Save time! "

Feng Xinglang slightly narrowed his sleepy eyes with strong spirits, "Caterpillar, what kind of demon do you want to be?"

Cong Gang stared deeply at Feng Xinglang, who was too tense and precautionary, and abruptly hooked his lips.

"Just ask you: dare you sign?"

Cong Gang chose not to explain to Feng Xinglang. There was a little bit of forcing him to sign.

And the attitude seems to be quite strong!

Although Feng Xinglang did not know what demon Cong Gang wanted to be, he trusted Cong Gang.

Even if Cong Gang would really sell him!

Even if Cong Gang sold him, he might help Cong Gang to count the money together!

Cong Gang just sold him ... he confessed it!

"Caterpillar, let's talk about it first, you can only sell me ... can't involve my wife and children!"

After finishing his speech, Feng Xinglang picked up the Parker gold pen and wrote down his name in the designated signature area.

Then the handsome Chao Cong just lost it. "Take it! Strive to sell Lao Tzu for a good price! Anyway, you are also saving your Lao Tzu's life, just do whatever you like!"

"I'm not afraid that I will sell you?"

With Feng Xinglang's signature, Cong Gang's lips slightly raised.

"Anyway, Lao Tzu is already yours ... remember to sell Lao Tzu a good price!"

Even after going through Cong Gang's farewell this time, Feng Xinglang still chose to trust Cong Gang.

Cong just wanted to sell him, he let him sell!

A sentence of ‘It ’s already yours’ made Cong Gang slightly embarrassed, and then pretended to calmly excuse the previous sentence: “I ’m not as disobedient as you!

"Who are you going to sell me to?"

Feng Xinglang tentatively asked. Because in Feng Xinglang's view, Cong Gang has always been a man without desire. For him, money and power are simply dung.

Today, Feng Xinglang has not been able to figure out what Cong Gang is after!

"Everyone said, you are old and dying, and you are sick again ... No one wants to go back and raise him!"

Although it is a joke, it is an indisputable fact.

"Others don't lack uncle support, but you are just missing!"

Feng Xinglang put his tired body into the executive chair and stretched a comfortable posture.

Cong Gang nodded slightly, and smiled bitterly as if helpless: "Yes ... I am lacking uncle support!"

"It's cheap for you!"

Feng Xinglang snorted quietly. Seeing Cong Gang did not intend to say, Feng Xinglang did not chase and ask.

If Cong Gang really wanted his life, it would not be too convenient to do it now!

If Cong Gang coveted his money, then how much he wanted to take. The original equity of GK Ventures, this dog thing also accounted for heavy shares, almost catching up with him, the president!

"It's almost twelve ..."

Feng Xinglang glanced at the time, stretched a sleepy lazy waist, "Go to the lounge to sleep together?"

"..." Cong Gang looked slightly embarrassed, "I still have things, President Feng Da please help yourself!"

After that, Cong Gang shook it in front of Feng Xinglang, and then disappeared.

"Dog stuff, also say that escape is what you're going to escape? What the heck are you doing!"

Feng Xinglang raised Yang Meiyu, stood up and moved his rigid limbs, and saw his younger son Feng Zongchong lying on the couch beside him and had fallen asleep.

In fact, the little guy has just woken up. When my dad talked to the big bug.

He just fell asleep without a topic he was interested in.

To say that Feng Zongchong's sense of existence is really low ... so low that even Feng Xinglang ignored him from time to time!

"Little worm, why are you sleeping here?"

Feng Xinglang at this moment is self-blaming!

He couldn't help thinking: if the younger son didn't live with Cong Gang, his presence at home would definitely be ignored! Plus the little guy has had mild autism since childhood.

"Little Worm will work with his father, take care of his father's body ... until An'an returns!"

Feng Chongchong rubbed his sleepy eyes. The ever-changing thought of his ancestor thought of his little An'an.

"Little insect, go to the lounge with my father ..." Feng Xinglang said softly.

"Daddy doesn't want to be late sister? Let's go home!"

The little guy pursed his thin lips, "Actually, my dear father's heart wants to be late, and the little bug's heart ... is the same!"

To say that the worms are sensational can really touch the weaknesses of others.

"The little bug is good ... The big caterpillar said, An An will be back in three days! Except for today ... and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! Maybe the little bug will be able to see An An!

Although he was a little bit angry about the younger son, but when he saw the little guy missing such a person, his father Feng Xinglang finally chose the beauty of an adult.

"Thank you my dear for saying good things to An An for the little bug in front of the big bug."

Feng Zongchong hugged his father's cheek and kissed him like a dragonfly.

"Good boy, you will understand when you grow up: the desire to be a father is actually very simple, that is to hope that your children can be healthy and happy! If you are happy, it is the father's greatest wish!" Although Feng Xinglang wanted to let Cong An'an's little girl has been suffering for a few more days, but when she saw that the younger son missed her so much ...