Chapter 1008: You can rob me (1/2)

Feng Xinglang did not respond to Yan Bang, but was silent.

A silent way for others to guess!

Yan Bang raised an eyebrow and said, ”If you use that thing to commit suicide ... it really doesn't!”

Wei Dun, Yan Bang added, ”There will be no more! Although Lao Tzu wants to kill you more than once, I still can't bear to see you die!”

”I took that thing to kill Cong Gang!”

It was a long time before Feng Xinglang overflowed the words from his beautiful thin lips.

When it comes to killing Cong Gang, Yan Bang's thick eyebrows immediately lifted his eyes, ”You will kill Cong Gang? Do you think I believe it?”

Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang lazily, ”Believe it or not!”

In his keen thinking, Feng Xinglang's wisdom is far above Yan Bang.

In other words, Feng Xinglang wanted to meet Yan Bang. And Yan Bang was so happy to be fooled by Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang is unbelieving. But couldn't help but believe it!

If Cong Gang had to die, it would be best if the person who killed him was Feng Xinglang! Because this can completely offset Yan Bang's resentment towards Cong Gang!

”Do you really want to kill Cong Gang?”

Yan Bang wondered, ”He won't have to jump in one shot. Is it necessary to waste such a good thing!”

Yan Bang remembers: Cong Gang was handcuffed and locked in Fengyang's sunshine room. Not to mention using a gun, you can easily kill him by directly hitting the knife!

Due to prolonged hunger, Feng Xinglang's stomach wall groaned and made his stomach feel sore.

It's even more lazy to go to Yanbang!

He lay on his side on the sofa and pressed his palm against his stomach to reduce the pain.

”If you can't get started, my people can do it for you!”

Pause, Yan Bang's eyes sank, ”What about that Ba Song? Did you bring that dog today?”

If Ba Song dare to come to his Yan state today, he must let him stand in and go out.

Feng Xinglang's face was a little pale, and a little cold sweat had overflowed from his forehead.

It seems that this reminds me of the goodness of women: before each meal, he will be entangled with soft and hard bubbles to force him to drink a bowl of Yangwei soup first. The same goes for breakfast and dinner.

My stomach hasn't been hurt for a long time, but these days the woman is away and I'm hurting myself again.

”Can you die first and urge you for a meal?”

Feng Xinglang gave a low whisper, heavy in the nose.

”Feng Xinglang, you **** is playing in front of my Yan Bang! I really want to kill you!”

Yan Bang scolded him, but he stood up and urged him to ask for food. The group of security guards and cooks under their hands was naturally insulted.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang began to gobble up the rich food in front of him. New dishes are constantly coming in.

Yan Bang rested on the back of the sofa, staring quietly at Feng Xinglang in his appetite.

”How can you be so hungry? Or, let Lao Tzu support you! Make sure you can eat delicious and spicy every day!”

Feng Xinglang in the beautiful meal was too lazy to reward Yan Bang with his white eyes.

After half full, I raised my eyes and glanced towards the safe, ”Go open the safe!”

”Why, let you have enough to eat and drink, and still want to lose money?”

Yan Bang sent the cigar between his fingers to his lips and took a sip, letting the strong smoke linger in the mouth for a few loops, and then spit it out aggressively.

”If you want to drive, you just drive! Why is it so much nonsense?”

With a short beep, Feng Xinglang threw the silver spoon in his hand into the dinner plate.

”No money is stolen, but you can be colored!”