Chapter 812: I only think of you as a dog! (1/2)

One was deep, the other was evil, and the two men stared at each other like this.

There is a kind of tacit understanding, but it seems that the strange feeling between the two is blocked by the mountains.

”You know me so well?”

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, looking into Cong Gang's eyes, covering a thin layer of water mist, as if to stop Cong Gang from examining his inner heart.

”I don't understand you! I'm just guessing! How can you be so inferior for me to have such a powerful intelligence?”

Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang was so cunning as a fox, and he didn't like others to try to figure out his mind. So Cong changed his mouth immediately.

Don't look at Feng Xinglang who smiles with your gentleman on the surface, maybe you have some bad heart in your stomach now.

”So humble?”

Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes, ”Cong Gang, your flattery tonight ... It's a little overdone! It makes people feel particularly unreal, and brings a bit of hypocrisy.”

Cong just silent.

Sure enough, you must be careful when talking to Feng Xinglang. He will catch clues from your words and deeds.

”I disobey you, you don't like it; flatter you, you still don't like ... Feng Xinglang, you are really hard to serve!”

Cong just sighed slightly.

”Difficult to serve? Have you served me recently?”

Feng Xinglang removed his strong legs resting on the coffee table, leaned forward and got closer to Cong, ”I want your loyalty!”

Cong Gang was still silent. Perhaps not answering is the best answer at this moment.

”Let's talk, what's been going on with the dogs lately?”

Intuition told Feng Xinglang: Cong Gang must be hiding something invisible. He didn't even talk to him before, but there was more flatter that made Feng Xinglang uncomfortable.

Cong Gang stared deep into Feng Xinglang's eyes, passing a hint of imperceptibility.

”Feng Xinglang, when you picked me up from Chinatown ... Have you ever thought of raising tigers one day?”

When asking this sentence, Cong Gang's eyes were very real.

Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly, and he took a small tea cup and drank it.

”I never thought of you as a tiger! I only thought of you as a dog!”

Feng Xinglang raised Yingting's eyebrows and asked, ”You dog, is this the master who is thinking about biting me?”

Cong Gang has long been accustomed to Feng Xinglang's arrogant posture, and has not become angry or angry because he judges himself as a dog.

There doesn't seem to be any harsh words that can anger Cong Gang!

Cong was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. On some of her thin faces, there was a cloud of uncertainty.

”Do you really want to bite my master?”

From the moment of silence, Feng Xinglang considered it a default.

”You want me to die ... why save me three or two times to save me? In order to repay? Is revenge over? Is it time to start revenge?”

Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang's eyes while analyzing, trying to find clues in Cong Gang's facial expression.

”Feng Xinglang, in my lifetime, as long as I live, I won't let you die first!”

Feng Xinglang couldn't understand the gray light in Cong Gang's eyes.

For a few seconds, Feng Xinglang smiled indifferently, ”I'm so touched!”

The bones of his fingers are used to stroke his jaw. ”If I am old and sick and dead to the brink of death, but you are healthy and healthy, will you still have to honour me first?”

Dead first?

This humor is so cold ...

”Relax, my scarred body can't survive you! You will definitely live longer than me!”