Chapter 507: Its like a woman being destroyed! (1/2)

Cong Gang took care of a pot of gentleman orchid beside him, waiting for his following in disregard of Feng Xinglang.

He knew that Feng Xinglang had always boarded his haunted house.

Feng Xinglang took off a phalaenopsis and sent it to his nose to sniff, but he couldn't smell any aroma.

From Feng Xinglang's actions, we can see that he is not a person who will take the initiative to pity Xiangxiyuyu.

Flowers are like women. Between appreciation and picking, Feng Xinglang chose the latter habitually. The same is true for women.

So, a woman in love with Feng Xinglang would be very painful. As for Lan Youyou, so is Lin Xueluo.

”Hetun is back in Shencheng.”

Feng Xinglang had no intention to admire the ornamental potted plants and flowers in this big house.

”Ok.”

Cong Gang glanced at the phalaenopsis orchid that had been bombed by Feng Xinglang, but only gave a slight groan.

”He has another Xing Twelve beside him.”

Feng Xinglang is another sentence. The band had a long sound of ending.

It seemed to be able to alleviate the sharp pain from the injured little eyes of his son Lin Nuo.

”Ok.”

Cong Gang still hummed. Faint, like perfunctory.

”He has my wife and children.”

Feng Xinglang asked again.

”Ok.”

Cong just hummed again.

Feng Xing Langton came down, squinting his eyes slightly and glanced towards Cong Gang who still took care of the pot of Clivia.

”Talk to Lao Tzu!” Feng Xinglang sighed coldly.

Cong Gang lifted his eyes and glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly, saying in a leisurely voice: ”Does this have anything to do with me?”

Not really related!

More than ten years ago, he rescued Cong Gang who was dying from Chinatown. After many years, Cong Gang rescued Feng Xinglang, who was alive, from Hetun. Flat!

So Cong Gang said that it has nothing to do with him, and that makes sense.

But Feng Xinglang was quite upset! He felt that Cong Gang should not speak to his master in such a tone!

Perhaps from the perspective of Feng Xinglang, his rescue of Cong Gang belongs to the gift of heaven; and Cong Gang rescued him, which he should do as a follower.

Feng Xinglang's behavioral style always brings a little subjective domineering and arrogance.

”How do I feel like my hands are tickling?” Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.

Feng Xinglang is not almighty. He also needs help from others. If Hetun plays financial games with him, it is estimated that ten Hetuns are not his opponents; but Hetun wants to play savage brutal games with him.

Cong Gang's mild eyes flashed from Feng Xinglang's Jun Yan, smiling:

”You can't beat me again! It's not a puppet or a puppet!”

Cong Gang's words sounded so damaging to Feng Xinglang's self-esteem.

But when you taste it carefully, you can still read a little strange mood. It's like teasing a stupid urchin.

Feng Xinglang really couldn't beat Cong Gang.

Not to mention Feng Xinglang, even Yan Bang is not necessarily Cong Gang's opponent.

Yan Bang has more than brute force, but Cong Gang is deadly.

Feng Xinglang was not interested in orchids. Not many orchid species can be recognized. So, he picked up the pot of green orchids on his hands and hit them on the marble floor with a bang.