Chapter 388: With a King as a Tiger (2/2)
Suddenly, Cong Gang turned and added another sentence, ”I will try my best to save your life! But you can choose to commit suicide!”
”...”
Feng Xinglang really wants to have a fight with Cong Gang! Because every word he said was so annoying.
”Tell me, what will Hetun do with Lin Xueluo's mother and son?”
Feng Xinglang seemed to be unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and he rushed to Cong Gang, who was packing.
”Don't move, it's Yan Bang!”
Feng Xinglang was struck by Cong at the waist, his body was soft, and he was pushed **** the carpet.
Yan Bang is a good combatant; but Cong Gang knows every key of a person's body, and tricks can be deadly.
But to deal with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang only used one fifth of his strength, which was enough to soften him for a while.
Cong Gang had no intention of tangling with Feng Xinglang Hu, and before Feng Xinglang heard footsteps from the stairs.
”Are you so afraid of him?”
Feng Xinglang saw the nervousness of Cong Gang.
”Do you want me to die again?”
Cong Gang means something.
While waiting for Feng Xinglang to realize the deeper meaning of this sentence, Cong Gang had already brought his canvas bag and disappeared in the window.
Sure enough, it's all the next three things. All gentlemen on the beam!
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Mo's housekeeper opened the door to Yan Bang.
”Where is Feng Xinglang?” Yan Bang asked directly.
”The second master is upstairs.” Mo butler Gongqian said, ”I'll go upstairs to Mr. Yan and call you.”
”No! I'll go up to him.”
Yan Bang walked through the living room, just stepped on the stairs, and he turned back.
”Have you had dinner at the second master?” He asked.
”Have eaten ... the appetite is okay.” Mo steward answered truthfully.
Yan Bang nodded thoughtfully, ”OK, you don't have to go upstairs tonight. I will take care of Xinglang.”
Does this mean that he will live here tonight?
”That's hard Mr. Yan!”
Yan Bang can live here, at least the housekeeper can feel at ease.
To this day, in fact, both Mo butler and An An are like mirrors: if this family has to sacrifice one person to keep it, that suitable candidate must be the young master Feng Lixin!
One is the rising sun, and the other is the twilight. It is self-evident that it is self-evident.
But in Feng Lixin's medical room, Yan Bang could not find Feng Xinglang. It was neatly packed and he shouldn't even enter.
Looking for a subtle sound, Yan Bang walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.
The door opened, and it was the gas.
Not strong, it should be a mild liquor like red wine.
Feng Xinglang lay on her large wedding gown, wrapped in festive colors. He is playing with a delicate brocade box.
”How about borrowing alcohol to relax?”
Yan Bang snatched the brocade box from Feng Xinglang's hands and stunned in his hand, ”What darling? So much love?”
But he was taken back by Feng Xinglang, ”touch my things less!”
”So stingy?”
Yan Bang sat down along the edge of the wedding banquet and whispered, ”Don't discuss with me how to deal with Hetun?”
”Bang, you say, is it important to be a big brother? Or is it important to be a woman who has slept?”
Feng Xinglang asked.
”Nothing matters to you!”
Yan Bang blurted out without thinking.