It's this crazy guy again!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang's mood was not bright at all. Even a little bit dark! The pressure made him unable to breathe!
Seeing that Feng Xinglang did not have any intention to slow down, Yan Bang immediately got out of the car, and used his own flesh and blood to block the intersection that was not wide.
With a screeching sound, the car came to a screeching halt, causing a long series of sparks to fly off the tires.
"You are f * * king courting death!"
Feng Xinglang was so angry that he peeked his head out of the car window and cursed Yan Bang who was courting death.
Yan Bang did not stop Feng Xinglang from climbing the mountain; he knew that for his son, Feng Xinglang would do anything to help him. He couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried!
As for his motive for waiting here, it was unknown.
"Get up!" Otherwise, this daddy will smash you to death! "
Feng Xinglang stepped on the gas pedal until it rumbled, but Yan Bang still stood there motionlessly, as if his soul had left his body.
With another curse, Feng Xinglang got out of the car and rushed in with all his might to push Yan Bang away.
"Lang, what did you promise Cong Gang?"
Yan Bang hissed in a low voice, trembling like a ghost.
Feng Xinglang didn't know what Yan Bang wanted to ask, but he felt an obvious discomfort from the sudden hug he gave her.
When Feng Xinglang pushed him away, Yan Bang discovered that his shirt was stained with a large amount of fresh blood.
Yan Bang who had come forward to check was pushed away once again, "Don't touch me! I'm holding back a bellyful of fire! Are you looking to die as cannon fodder? "
"What about you, Cong Gang? Did you make some kind of request that can't be seen in public? "
"Don't be f * * king nosy!"
Feng Xinglang fumbled in his pockets fretfully, only then did he realize that he had already finished smoking at Cong Gang's place, "Do you have a cigarette? Cigar too! "
Yan Bang was used to smoking cigars, but Feng Xinglang did not like the smell.
Yan Bang took out a box of cigarettes from the storage box under the Lamborghini hood. After picking out a cigar that was thicker than a cigarette, but thinner than the one he usually smoked, he placed it next to Feng Xinglang's lips.
Before Yan Bang could finish his warning, Feng Xinglang choked and coughed due to the thick, spicy smoke of the cigar.
"What's wrong? So impetuous? Did anything happen to Cong Gang? "
Yan Bang placed his hand on Feng Xinglang's shoulder that was drenched in blood, but he did not hear any sound of Feng Xinglang suffering from pain, and was certain that the blood on his shirt was not from Feng Xinglang himself.
"Cong Gang didn't do anything to me; however, I beat him up violently… The blood on me is his. "
Feng Xinglang gave a light snort. This was not the case, but if he were to say it like that, perhaps it would give him a little face.
Yan Bang asked suspiciously. If he did not fight back, then it proved that his sixth sense was correct.
"Are you f * cking done yet? Let me be frank with you: you don't even qualify to f * cking carry Cong Gang's shoes! "
These words were somewhat hurtful. However, Feng Xinglang's mouth was so wide open.
Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes at Yan Bang, and said with a low voice: "I want to kill Cong Gang!"
These words sounded a little disgruntled.
had already called your son as you wished, and just now, he was severely injured because he saved your biological father … Yet you, Feng Xinglang, want to kill me?
He was not only heartless, he was also kind enough to repay a debt of gratitude!
Feng Xinglang immediately became excited, "We can cooperate! If you suggest something, I will put in the necessary resources! "
Feng Xinglang glared at Yan Bang fiercely, and hissed sinisterly, "But before we kill Cong Gang, I will kill you first!"
"…" Yan Bang was startled: "What do you mean? Did this scoundrel want to be all alone?
… ….
Feng Xinglang did not immediately return to Feng Family. Instead, he rushed to the GK City to take a shower before changing his blood-stained clothes.
By the way, I did it to King's Might!
It just so happened that it was time for afternoon tea when Feng Xinglang rushed into the office of the Secretary. Everyone was playing with the little Wuyang who had just woken up.
The robust little fellow was in a daze. Occasionally he buried his head in his meaty little hands.
"Wuyang… "You're so cute!"
Without Xia Yishu and president's wife's secretary, the atmosphere seemed to be a lot better.
Although Xueluo was a modest and cautious person, her status as a president's wife was something her colleagues could not really let go. Therefore, when Xueluo was around, they would usually be respectful and do whatever they needed to do. Sometimes even afternoon tea time was cancelled, just trying to do their best.
Feng Xinglang reprimanded her with a hint of sternness, causing the entire office to quiet down.
The only sound was the little Wuyang waving his hands and dancing towards the President Feng. He recognized his godfather Feng Xinglang and liked him.
"Nina went to Kincaid and won't be back until four in the afternoon. And… There's still half an hour. "
"Mm, got it. Go and do something! "Give me the child!"
Yan Wuyang, who was being embraced by Feng Xinglang, had all kinds of happiness, and kept singing as he hugged Feng Xinglang's face.
When Feng Xinglang carried the little thing into the office, he finally realised: Why did he bring this little disaster here?
"Kid, your fate is still the best!" Even if it doesn't hurt, it still hurts like me! "
Feng Xinglang then threw the little thing on the sofa bed in the resting room and went to the bathroom to shower.
Although the little guy hadn't been able to crawl yet, it had already rolled over by itself.
Just as he finished his shower and was about to wash up, he heard a muffled "plop" sound coming from outside the bathroom, followed by the wails of Yan Wuyang's little friend …