Chapter 986: hunting (1/2)
Holding the wheelchair for a long time made the steps under Feng Xinglang's feet look a little dim.
In addition, the supporting equipment that assists in walking involves his flesh, and the pain of incompatibility is inevitable.
Ba Song hurried forward to support Feng Xinglang's somewhat dangling body. ”General Feng, I'll push you upstairs.”
”No! Stand still, I can go by myself!”
Without the loving eyes of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang was relaxed a lot.
Cong Gang is right: If he continues to lie in a wheelchair, he will only become more and more like a waste!
In fact, Feng Xinglang has always been in a wheelchair, and there are psychological factors.
He wanted to avoid it. Physical and mental exhaustion.
I even thought of taking my wife and children to leave Shencheng and live a life without interruption.
What big brother, what bitch, what biological father, what brother?
Let the rest kill each other!
But Feng Xinglang also seemed to realize: If the problem is not dealt with, will the city where their family settle down become the next Shencheng?
Hard to say!
Feng Xinglang is the golden master of Ba Song. Ba Song had to listen to his orders; but Ba Song had to take care of his safety. Can only follow immediately behind Feng Xinglang.
The flat floor of the living room is okay, but every time you step up, it will involve the flesh and tissue to a greater extent, tear small openings, and overflow red blood.
Feng Xinglang could tolerate this bite. So he walked calmly.
Waiting for the corner of the second floor, a spot of blood was dripping from the floor.
Not much, dripping on the dark floor, not conspicuous.
It's just that Ba Song's sensitivity is stronger than that of the average person.
Therefore, he could smell another **** smell in Feng Xinglang, which was smoky and full of Chinese herbal medicine.
”Ba Song, you **** follow me again ... get me out tomorrow!”
Feng Xinglang nearly fell down with a sigh, and Ba Song, who was nervous, was about to come forward to help him, but Feng Xinglang found his whereabouts.
Get out of the way, that's tomorrow; as long as Feng Xinglang is still his master today, Ba Song must ensure the safety of his master.
This was also Boss' order, and Ba Song could not disobey.
But cold, Ba Song's outstretched hand was collected again.
Because he saw a figure at the entrance of the third floor ...
Ghostly figure!
”You always have a good rest, I'm on standby downstairs. Call me if you have a problem!”
Ba Song glanced at the mouth of the stairs on the third floor, and then avoided the boat. It feels like he couldn't go downstairs because of Feng Xinglang's harsh reprimand.
”Uh ... uh!”
After Ba Song left, Feng Xinglang took a painful breath and sat down on the steps.
”What shit? It hurts!”
After Feng Xing screamed, he stood up strenuously, dragged his injured leg, and made some pain to walk towards the study room on the third floor.
To be precise, it's not called 'Go', it's called one step at a time!
In fact, this kind of pain is nothing to Feng Xinglang at all; he seems to make his posture look like he can't stand the pain.
In the last two steps, Feng Xinglang wanted to go over in a hurry ...
The steps are a little too big, and it's easy to get ... flesh!
”……Uh!”
Feng Xinglang gave a painful groan, and suddenly fell down on the steps, unable to get up for a long time.
”Really wasteful?”
Faint, like a sound floating from hell.
Feng Xinglang didn't need to look back, and knew who the dog mess that made such a spooky sound was!
He maintains a prone posture and does not care about ridicule such as this.
An air of smoky wine blew across his face, and the man frowned slightly.
”Why, are you going to sleep on the floor as a bed?”
Seeing that Feng Xing Langjiu was lying still, Cong just came and pushed him.
”Go! Don't **** move me! Lao Tzu's leg hurts!”
Feng Xinglang scolded, moved a little more comfortable position, and continued to lie down.
The prone posture has a benefit: it can cover the subtle movements underneath.
”You can't stand this pain? How did you endure your dad to make you look incomplete and broken?”
Cong just squatted over, taunting verbally, but caring.
He leaned a strong arm around Feng Xinglang's waist, trying to force him off the ground.
”Click!”
Just after feeling that Cong Gang's arm around his waist was working hard, Feng Xinglang stuck a thing on Cong Gang's arm like a whirlwind.
Cong Gang still held Feng Xinglang's body firmly. After he sat upright, he glanced at the dangling metal handcuffs on his wrist.
One buckled on his wrist; one buckled on Feng Xinglang's wrist!
”The dog is a mess, I finally caught you!”
Feng Xinglang's beautiful thin lips evoke a playful cold smile.
”How about playing with me?”
Cong Gang's voice was soft and clear, and did not change his face or voice because of the handcuffs clasped on his wrist.
”Do you know what a dog is?”
Feng Xinglang asked rhetorically. There seems to be a jump in the topic.
”Shouldn't it be a bitter game!”