Chapter 369: Snow falling heart can no longer be calm! (2/2)
”So ... then can you let me talk to Feng Xinglang? I want to persuade him personally.” Xue Luo hit the iron while he was hot.
”No! But what you say, I will take it to Feng Xinglang!”
With a click, Xing San turned off the recording in his hand.
What a sinister and cunning man!
After Xing San left, Xue Luo became inexplicably nervous.
It seems that the third child should tell Feng Xinglang: is she pregnant?
Will Fengxinglang believe? If Thaksin believed, what would he do?
Unheard of? Or ignore it?
There was only a little snowfall that didn't quite understand: Why would Xing San help her persuade Feng Xinglang to choose their mother and son?
Conscience found?
Obviously impossible! It's weird to talk about conscience like him.
Some kind of conspiracy?
Want to make Feng Xinglang more painful when doing multiple choice questions?
This reason is quite reasonable!
just……
But why did he tell Feng Xinglang in advance? When you really have to make a choice, tell Feng Xinglang, isn't it more shocking?
Snow falling heart can no longer be calm!
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In the dream, women's blood-stained faces criss-crossed and layered.
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already the next morning.
Yan Bang slept by his side and did not wake up. It wasn't until Feng Xinglang got up and left that he opened his eyes.
In the parking lot of Yezhuang, Feng Xinglang didn't see the Cayenne car. And Cong Gang's mobile phone could not get through.
Feng Xinglang's instinctively alertness: Cong just happened!
The cell phone rang, but Ye Shinian called.
”Lang, is Boss Cong with you?” Ye Shinian asked eagerly.
”Not here! Is something wrong with Cong Gang?”
Feng Xinglang asked closely.
”At the Panshan intersection in Qibei Mountain City, the police found a burned Cayenne. There was also a charred body. From the evidence left on the car, it was initially identified as Cong Gang! There was also a scrapped one next Anti-riot vehicle, it looks like Hetun's handwriting! ”
It's Hetun again!
Feng Xinglang had a long silence.
He had seen the cruelty of Hetun's men. No matter how three heads and six arms Cong Gang can't escape the deadly attack of the desperate gang.
”Lang Brother ... Lang Brother?” Ye Shinian yelled twice on the other side of the phone.
”Where's Cong Gang's body?” He asked.
”In the funeral home! It was burned beyond recognition and was no longer recognizable! I am here now!”
”Wait, I'll be right there!”
Lamborghini whistled galloping in the direction of the funeral home like an off-going arrow.
This green is a color that matches the frog, and only the sultry male like Bai Mo can open it.
Cong's scorched body was covered under a blue cloth. You can taste the smell of baked bread from a distance.
Feng Xinglang is familiar with this kind of burnt taste of the human body.