Chapter 641: Back to Cinderella 3 (1/2)

Cong Gang did not hurry to answer Feng Xinglang's question, but first applied the last piece of Chinese herbal cream that activated blood circulation to the upper part of Feng Xinglang's cheekbones.

”I was dropped off the car!”

Later, he answered Feng Xinglang casually.

”I X your sister! You really treat them ...”

Feng Xinglang was anxious to sit up, but as soon as he felt hard in the abdomen, he felt softened. But he was still struggling to support his semi-remnant body with his elbow ... After several hard efforts, he almost rolled off the hollow frame, and Cong hummed again.

”Weikang has been asked to pick up their mother and son.”

Cong just compromised. It is estimated that this time Feng Xinglang's internal injuries were really serious.

Feng Xinglang had a terrible temper.

Sometimes he behaved in the same way as the 5-year-old Lin Nuo: he tossed himself and made those who care about him nervous and eager.

And Cong Gang is the one who is nervous and eager for him!

Feng Xinglang lay back on the hollow puppet again, and moved a more comfortable position, and his body would not be struggling and hurt.

Then he stared at Cong Gang who was wet with sweat.

”Wei Kang ... is yours?”

Back in Peteburg, Feng Xinglang had such doubts. It was only then that he obviously had to save his life first.

”Ok.”

Cong just responded softly. Nothing was explained. No intentional concealment.

”Dog stuff ... when did you learn to recruit and buy a horse?”

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, revealing dissatisfaction with interrogation.

Cong Gang did not answer, and it seemed that he could not answer. He tore off the wide towel around Feng Xinglang's waist, washed it in cold water a few times, and then covered Feng Xinglang's waist again.

Feng Xinglang's whole physique was not a stretch. Together with somewhere, it's all clean.

”But Ke Weikang appeared next to Yan Bang?”

this is the key of the problem. Although Feng Xinglang was half-attacked, his brain was still brilliant.

Cong Gang still did not answer Xinglang's blame. It seems that when referring to 'Yan Bang', his mood will not be too good. He regained his timid indifference.

”You want to assassinate Yan Bang?”

Cong Gang's silence made Feng Xinglang think it was his default.

”Yan Bang is going to assassinate me! I am just defending!”

In the end, Cong Gang was still in Feng Xinglang's non-stop set, refuting for himself.

”How could Yan Bang kill you with your skill? But if you do, Yan Bang will surely die!”

Everyone sympathizes with the weak. Between Cong Gang and Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang's verbal instinct leaned towards Yan Bang who was weak.

”You lift me up too much.” Cong Gang snorted coldly.

”What deep hatred do you have with Yan Bang? You have to put him to death?”

Feng Xinglang was impatient, and the interrogation followed sharply. Even harsh.

”In that case, you should ask Yan Bang!”

Cong just wiped the sweat off his cheek with a towel, then threw the towel in his hand aside, and got up to leave.

”Where are you going?” Feng Xinglang asked following Cong Gang's back.

”You can't control it!” Cong Gang didn't look back.