Chapter 897: Love you, Im not afraid of disaster (1/2)
Feng Xinglang Junyi's face sinked slowly.
He looked directly into Yan Bang's eyes and seemed to be judging something.
”I'm really brainless! Tell you what role your brother can play? I should tell Lin Xueluo!”
Yan Bang's smile was more interesting:
”If this main room knew that her husband had given Xiaosan to Jinwu Zangjiao, what would she say? Lin Xueluo could persuade Hetun to release Lan Youyou, and it must be a little more capable. It must be a good show ! ”
Yan Bang's words did not fall, and Feng Xinglang's clear fingers stuck on his neck, preventing Yan Bang's random speculation.
”Dare you hurt Lin Xueluo, I will really kill you!”
Feng Xinglang hissed, his face cold and cold.
”Rest assured, a woman who only knows how to live with her husband, but only because her husband is obedient, I have no interest in hurting you!”
Yan Bang whispered casually: ”It's Lanyou, she can see Lin Xiaoluo this little sheep as a nail in the eye and a thorn in the meat!”
Feng Xinglang didn't deal with Yan Bang's provocation, but meditated silently.
What is the problem?
”You are the default: do you hide your elder brother's woman as your little one?”
Seeing Feng Xinglang's silence is gold, Yan Bang decided that it was a default of Feng Xinglang.
”Don't say, your brother's relationship is really strong! You and I are just good enough to wear a pair of pants; but you two brothers are so good that you can play with a woman ... and can you take turns playing?”
Snapped! An uppercut hit Yan Bang's resolute cheek and interrupted his filthy words.
”Why did you talk about your pain? Or was I irritated by the shot?”
Yan Bang rubbed Feng Xinglang's cheeks in red, neither happy nor angry; he stared at Feng Xinglang so deeply, as if already accustomed to Feng Xinglang's brutal violence against him.
”A woman can irritate your Yan Bang crazy? Give it back to his mother's Shen Cheng executioner? Oh, it's so ridiculous!”
Feng Xinglang twisted his eyebrows, ”Yan Bang, you are so disappointed!”
”Then what do I do to make you not disappointed in me?”
Yan Bang leaned over, bowed and stared at Feng Xinglang's eyes.
”I'm not your dear, you can't help fighting for me!”
Feng Xinglang held up the tea on the desk and blew a little tea floating on it. There seemed to be some restlessness, a few slices of tea floating in warm water and circling around, just not let Feng Xinglang drink smoothly.
Yan Bang brought the tea cup straight from Feng Xinglang's hands, muttered two big mouths, and directly drank the floating tea on the upper layer together with the tea.
”Isn't it clean? You can drink it!”
Feng Yanlang frowned slightly as he watched the tea that Jingbang drank.
”Can it be clean with your saliva?” Feng Xinglang asked back.
”I don't have AIDS!” Yan Bang snorted.
Feng Xinglang took a sip of tea and put the tea cup back on the desk.
”Lao Tzu is so annoyed by your bitch!”
Feng Xinglang also rewarded Yan Bang with a cold eye.
Yan Bang pursed his lips with a smile and crossed his legs. ”Feng Xinglang, you make Laozi hurt all over you! It's like ants eroding bones, day after day, year after year!”
”You can die to such a life!”
Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
”I'm really going to die ... will you feel bad?” Yan Bang asked seriously.
”I can only clap my hands! Thank you, King Yan, for taking away your scourge!”
”real or fake?”
”Really!”
”Feng Xinglang, you **** is too cruel?”
”Know my heartlessness, live well, don't let me do it!”
Yan Bang was laughing, his smile spread from the scarred face of fortitude to the bottom of his heart.
”Yes, Chen Ju is going to rise.”
Feng Xing's words come true.
”I don't know if that old thing will rise!” Yan Bang sternly.
”If he rises, presumably the first thing is to give your imperial city to Lianwo! This can be compared with a few landmark projects and other image projects!”
Feng Xinglang stared at Yan Bang's disdainful face.
”Then what do you mean ... got him?”
Yan Bang raised his eyebrows. Taking up the tea that Feng Xinglang had just drank, he took another sip, and still looked lazy.
”Get him? The name and background of Chen is so big, you can only make him die faster!”
Feng Xing gave Yan Bang a clear look.
”Then what do you say? Give him?”
Yan Bang sat on the desk horizontally, resting his legs on the executive chair of Feng Xinglang, with a slight arch.
”There is a meal at the weekend. Come with me to entertain me. Let me explore the tone below.”