Chapter 725: How do you think I die? I think! (2/2)
There were several people who had entered and exited the Yanbang Suite that day. There are Yanbang's bodyguards, as well as chefs and cleaning maids. The listener said that the maid who had entered the Yanbang suite to clean up had resigned and did not do it ...
”Yan Bang, your dog is stupid! Even a cleaning maid counts you, do you have any **** relatives?”
Feng Xinglang, while angrily scolding, carefully watched the video before and after the maid entered the suite.
”One day you do n’t know if your dog was killed in your own home! What about the executioner in Shencheng? I think your IQ is not as good as a watchdog!”
At first glance, the phone was called by secretary Nina.
”Mr. Feng, the 'butterfly that can't fly over the sea' has been blocked! The graphics on the Internet have been banned. The thing to be taboo now is to copy and archive. But it will not be spread in a large area! People keep staring. ”
Nina has always been doing things violently. Feng Xinglang was relieved when she was doing business.
”Did you find out what butterfly?”
”Not yet! This person has a strong anti-reconnaissance consciousness! He was prepared! President Feng, I think this person, you and Mr. Yan must know each other!”
After hanging up Nina's phone, Feng Xinglang was lost in thought.
”Lang ... eat something first.”
It was already a meal, and the unknown cook brought Yan Bang dinner on time.
Feng Xinglang turned back and gave Yan Bang a stern glance, sternly: ”Dog, you ... you are sick, you must be cured! Understand?”
Yan Bang knew the disease in Fengxinglangkou.
He smiled bitterly, ”... I'm really sorry! I've burdened you ...”
Feng Xinglang rarely heard Yan Bang's words.
”Go and die! I'll get angry when I see you!”
Feng Xinglang smashed a mobile hard disk in his hand towards Yan Bang.
The phone rang again, and the call was made by Lin Nuo.
”Feng Xinglang, what time is it now? Why are you still out there? Don't you have any wife or children?”
The little guy angrily accented, and he was scorned by his grandfather Feng Xinglang.
”How can I be willing not to have my wife and children ... Isn't this too busy to make you milk powder money!”
Feng Xinglang loved his voice to answer his son who had arrogantly climbed up to his head.
”Trust you!”
The little boy hurriedly urged: ”Come back quickly, Mummy made steamed rice with glutinous rice, it smells good!”
”OK! My dad will be back soon! If my dear son is hungry, he can eat it first. Remember to leave some for my dad!”
As soon as the call was hung up, the little guy added a stern sentence: ”Feng Xinglang, don't make fun of my little Joe! Otherwise I will tell my dear mommy!”
”... boy, how old are you, and your little Joe? Did your baby elephant have a beard?”
Feng Xinglang relaxed for a while.
”I want you to control it! Hurry home! Otherwise you'll be shut out!”
The phone call with my dear son is always easy and pleasant; when Feng Xinglang sees Yan Bang side by side, a handsome face cools down instantly.
”Yan Daidi, let you track down a middle-aged woman who cleans up now. Will you never go wrong again?”
Feng Xinglang condensed, ”Remember to live!”
Looking at Yan Bang, who was still silent, Feng Lang, who was on his way out, hissed lowly, ”No case!”