Chapter 387: Are you sure you are not your father? (2/2)
Feng Xinglang was not drunk. This little red wine is not enough to intoxicate people like him who often spend nights with Bai Mo.
So he recognized the figure holding the bottle of wine, it was Cong Gang!
”It doesn't matter if I die or not! What's important is that you only need to know that you are alive!”
Cong just said, and released the bottle of red wine from Feng Xinglang.
The lights turned on and dazzled the room.
”What are you doing with the lights on? It's almost off!”
Feng Xinglang's uncomfortable hands blocked the light of the blocking eyes.
Cong Gang didn't move, so he stood still, staring at Feng Xinglang who was relieved by drinking.
Some decadent Fengxinglang!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang hates Cong Gang! He refused to leave it to him even for such a short period of self-evasion!
Feng Xinglang patted his own sun badger with both palms, and seemed to want to make himself more awake through such a striking method.
”Take off your clothes!”
Feng Xinglang said a bit abruptly.
”...”
Cong Gang froze for a moment: It seems a little uncertain whether Feng Xinglang is drunk or is he awake?
”You don't take it off, I'll do it myself!”
Feng Xinglang Chao Cong just rushed over and pushed his upper body clothing to his collarbone.
”No injuries ... good!”
Feng Xinglang muttered to himself while suddenly turning the style, and his right uppercut hit him in the belly of Cong Gang.
Cong Gang is also a carbohydrate person, he is not a god!
The point is, he never expected that Feng Xinglang would attack him crazy!
With a painful snoring sound, Cong Gang took a big step back, holding his body in order to avoid Feng Xinglang's uncertainty.
”Dog stuff, Lao Tzu was almost killed by Hetun. Do you even have a leisure time to play with Lao Tzu?”
”And it killed Lao Tzu in the funeral home for a long time! Why didn't your mother die!”
As soon as Feng Xinglang said this, Cong just knew he was awake.
Feng Xinglang went to the funeral home, Cong Gang knew it. It is also known that Feng Xinglang recognized that the body was not his Cong Gang himself.
And what Feng Xinglang said to the corpse in the funeral home, he heard it too!
”Isn't it just a multiple-choice question, so you can be played to death?”
Cong just murmured. He stooped and took out something similar to an air nail gun from a canvas bag on the ground.
”Lin Xueluo is pregnant.”
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang said, ”The child is almost four months old!”
Cong holding the air nail gun just gave a little meal, still indifferent, ”Congratulations on your being a father!”
After a delay of one second, Cong Gang casually added another sentence, ”Are you sure you are not your father?”
”...” Feng Xinglang froze for a moment.
It seems that he did not expect Cong Gang to have cold humor.
In fact, Cong Gang's humorous phrase was just to divert Feng Xinglang's attention.
With a bang, Cong Gang tore off the shirt on his left shoulder and punched something into Feng Xinglang's biceps.