Chapter 691: give! This is your service fee! (2/2)

”Feng Xinglang, you are awake with women; Lao Tzu is helping you bring your son as a nanny ...”

Yan Bang was upset, but he was helpless. Some things are not transferred by his will.

”What attitude? Just for your realization, and want to be a godfather to my son?”

Feng Xinglang leaned on his side, trying to light a cigarette to taste the radical, but found that the bun was smokeless.

This is the moment when the importance of someone's service is highlighted.

”Give you a chance to perform: now send my own son to the hotel! I'll wait.”

Feng Xinglang's voice was lazy, with an indescribable charm; it was as magnetic as if he wanted to attract Yan Bang from the side of his mobile phone.

”Why? What can I gain?”

Yan Bang was intrigued and asked more excitedly.

”Would you like Jinshan or Yinshan? Why don't you give me a bowl, and when you're out on the street, you can take it for dinner!”

Feng Xinglang was not just joking with Yan Bang, more or less, he also brought a warning. He knew that Yan Bang had too many enemies in Shencheng, and many people wanted to kill him.

Including the people around him.

For example, Wei Kang is one of them.

In fact, Yan You is the one who most wants Yan Bang to die.

Lan Youyou was able to marry Feng Lixin, Yan Bang absolutely ‘contribution’.

Therefore, Lan Youyou's first person to die was Yan Bang.

He has been honored to rank first on Lan Youyou's death list!

Yan Bang did not hesitate to alert Xinglang to him. He still lived in his own way.

Perhaps one day he really died on the street, but the only regret was that he failed to conquer Feng Xinglang as he wanted.

”I only want you!”

”Get out of your way! Give you half an hour to send my pro-son, otherwise ... you know!”

Before waiting for Yan Bang to answer anything, Feng Xinglang cut off the call first.

The snow that just came out of the bath has a different beauty, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

But the beauty's face was full of anger.

”What's wrong, holding a face? Not full yet?”

Feng Xinglang's evil spirits raised his voice, and his deep eyes contained a shallow smile; it was as if he wanted to indulge a woman.

Xue Luo glared at Feng Xinglang hatefully, took his own handbag, and began to pat the foundation on his cheek.

Just to cover up the red mark that Feng Xinglang deliberately embarrassed on his cheek.

Still out of the door, can you see people?

”Don't cover it, it's all chemical toxins, and I didn't even eat it in the end. You are the most natural!”

The man was lazy, but the wolf looked up.

Xue Luo felt only panicked on his face.

To be honest, she didn't expect that she was captured by Feng Xinglang so soon.

More or less, it means a little bit of shame and self-blame.

But the next second, Xue Luo made a bold and bold move:

She took out two pink renminbi from her wallet, and flung it on Feng Xinglang's red Hungarian chamber.

”Here! Here's your service charge!”