Chapter 988: Have feelings (1/2)
At night, quiet and deep.
More than three hours have passed since Li Xinglang Jiang Cong just banned his feet.
Feng's house at about three in the morning was shrouded in silence.
The continuous 'click' sound should be the sound of unlocking the sun room lock.
On the sofa bed in the sun room, a figure wrapped in black was lying on the side; like a beast lurking in the darkness.
Inadvertently, it seems that it will strangely wait for the opportunity to move and attack.
”Boss ... Boss ...” In the dark, there was a call to lower his voice.
One hand rested on Cong Gang's shoulder; it was almost instantaneous that the person did not see the movement of the person lying on his side. Depressed.
”what are you doing?”
Low blame.
”Boss, are you awake?”
Ba Song asked with a low voice, not minding the pain of a back-cutting arm.
Cong Gang did not answer, but looked around with sharp eyes and rings.
”Be assured, Boss, I have fixed the monitor screen.”
The so-called fixed screen processing is to keep the original picture still, but still maintain the recording effect. In other words, the picture that Ba Song opened when he opened the sun room will not be recorded.
Cong Gang released Ba Song's back-shearing arm and issued a low order: ”Go back to your house! Don't let Feng Xinglang find out!”
”Relax, Boss. I just passed by Feng Xinglang's room. He was sleeping very deeply. It should be really sleepy!”
Ba Song said as he took the key to open the shackles from his body.
”no need!”
But Cong Gang rejected the loyalty of Ba Song.
”Boss, you, aren't you going out?” Ba Songwei said.
”I worry about your identity!”
This lame reason.
”It shouldn't be. Even if I let you out, Feng Xinglang wouldn't doubt my head for a while and a half! Only think that it was Wei Kang who saved you!”
At this moment, Ba Song made a typical mistake: never to persuade a person who does not want to leave!
”You have more important things to do!”
Cong Gang started another topic, ”Go tell Wei Kang and let him keep an eye on Lin Xueluo! Once she has the opportunity to travel alone, let Wei Kang notify me first so that they don't act lightly!”
”Ok.”
Ba Song ordered to get up and leave, but he paused and turned back, ”Boss, don't you really want to leave here?”
”If I want to leave, do you think the old and young women of this family are stingy, and a disability can stop me ?!”
Cong Gang murmured, ”Go and do your own thing!”
Ba Song nodded, but couldn't help but ask again: ”Boss, these shackles ... are you uncomfortable, or can I help you untie it?”
”No! Return the keys!”
Cong Gang once again rejected Ba Xong's urgent eagerness.
Ba Song didn't understand why Boss was unwilling to leave, but was willing to endure the torture imposed by Feng Xinglang.
”Lan Youyou hit Lin Xueluo, I need to avoid it!”
Perhaps it was because of Basong's doubts that Cong Gang justified the reason.
That's it! Ba Song nodded suddenly.
As a result, Cong Gang had evidence of his absence.
In other words: Lan Youyou attacked Lin Xueluo, and he had nothing to do with Cong Gang at all! He's here in Fengxinglang. Fengxinglang cannot doubt him! Not at least for a short time!
It's a great strategy!
But Ba Song didn't understand: With Cong Gang's ability, trying to destroy Lin Xue and dropping a weak woman is not harder than stepping on an ant; why should he borrow the hand of Lan Youyou? Is it afraid that Feng Xinglang will take revenge on him?
Boss Cong was not even afraid of Hetun, so why fear Feng Xinglang's revenge?
Some things were later known to Ba Song!
However, what Boss thinks and thinks is not something he can figure out!
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Rather than being awakened by a scent of food, Cong was more awakened by someone's stare.
When Cong just opened his eyes, he saw Feng Xinglang sitting on a small bar close by and eating breakfast with a strong taste.
Food like bacon meat again!
Although Cong Gang is a bloodthirsty person, he is very health-conscious in his diet.
Like this kind of processed meat, Cong Gang will not even smell it!
But Feng Xinglang was the kind of unscrupulous master.
As long as he agrees with his appetite, he will not consider factors such as secondary processing and additives.
”Why didn't you find time to escape?”
Feng Xinglang leisurely glanced at Cong Gang in the icy iron chain with his limbs still locked.
”Do you really think I am a god! Can you split this shackle and handcuff with your hand?”
Cong had just laughed at himself, so he sat up straight from the sofa bed and glanced at the food in the tray.
”I don't eat this, you go and change it a little bit lighter!”
”Don't know who you are as a prisoner? Want to pick and choose?”
Feng Xinglang, who was full of sleep, looked extraordinarily handsome.