Chapter 750: What to wear at a funeral (2/2)
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Feng Xinglang waited in Yanbang's private medical room.
The smell of the disinfection liquid made Feng Xinglang's eyebrows lightly twist. Once upon a time, in order to make skin expansion for the elder brother Feng Lixin, he has slowly adapted to the taste of disinfection potion.
Yan Bang came in. Wipe the blood beads that leaked from the cheek scar with a disinfectant. He is such a bloodthirsty person who treats his body like Yan Bang as fiercely.
”coming?”
He slightly raised his voice, and when he fell on Feng Xinglang's body, he was extremely gentle.
Feng Xinglang raised his head and gave Yan Bang a deep glance. ”You haven't had a good idea yet. What are you doing blindly? Really expect Laozi to collect your body for you!”
Yan Bang sat down opposite Feng Xinglang, staring so deeply at Feng Xinglang's resolute face and smiling slightly.
Every slight movement of the face will pull the wound that was just stitched on Yan Bang's cheek. It definitely hurts, but Yan Bang can completely ignore it. As if this body was not his own!
”Feng Xinglang, what color are you going to wear at my funeral?”
Yan Bang asked with a mocking tone. It seemed to him that death was as common as eating and sleeping.
”Should wear black ...”
Feng Xinglang did not shy away, and answered Yan Bang's question in a good mood.
”It's so black! It's like a dead dad! Let's wear that royal blue suit. You are the best-looking man I've ever seen wearing a royal blue suit!”
Yan Bang laughed. Every time he said a word, blood kept overflowing from his stitched wound, which looked particularly shocking.
Feng Xing Langmu went.
He doesn't like this topic!
Suffocatingly heavy!
Yan Bang's personal doctor came over with a medical cart, and wanted to treat Yan Bang's face again while Feng Xinglang was there.
”You **** dare to rub that thing on my face again, I'll kill you!”
Yan Bang growled, like an uncontrolled beast. He is a man who doesn't even care for his own body.
Shouted by Yan Bang, the forceps raised by the private doctor were put back again.
”I hold him, you get it!”
Feng Xinglang clipped Yan Bang's hands and held his neck with his arm, forcing him to raise his face so that the doctor could handle the wound.
Yan Bang obediently surrendered under the strength of Feng Xinglang. Seems very enjoyable.
Ten minutes later, the doctor treated the wound on Yan Bang's face and tightened the wound with a surgical needleless suture patch.
”I just saved your life last night. It makes sense that you should repay me, right?”
Finally, Feng Xinglang opened the sharp topic of this trip to Yulong City.
”Of course I have to repay it! I'm preparing to show promise!”
With a stance of looking up, Yan Bang looked up from Feng Xinglang's knife-like chin, with handsome lines and sharp edges.
”Just your half-dead body, do I want it to be used as a specimen?”
Feng Xinglang lowered his eyelids slightly, ”Let's put Lanyouyou! Even if you pay me back the life that saved you last night!”