Chapter 1010: Yan Bangliu Cong Gang (1/2)
”Brother, I'll give you back now! Is her life bright or dark, and you should be shouldering the responsibilities and duties as your sole guardian!”
Wei Dun, Feng Xinglang's eyes deepened, ”Don't make her like Lan Youyou: mold has lost the most basic human nature!”
After a few seconds, it seemed that Feng Lixin was digesting her words.
Subsequently, Feng Xinglang reached out, hooked Feng Lixin's neck, leaned forward, and kissed his forehead.
”Brother, I love you!”
Suddenly, Feng Lixin's tears burst out, sobbing, ”Xinglang, brother loves you!”
”Let your daughter live a good life! Whether you or Tuantuan, you need a healthy and peaceful living environment! Don't ruin Tuantuan's life again! You don't have this power!”
Feng Xinglang leaned over, and kissed on Feng Tuan Tuan's fragile red fluttering face.
”Uncle loves you too!”
With this, Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, like a slow motion, playing in front of Feng Lixin's eyes.
It is full of family warmth, and there is a sense of silence that is better than silence at this time!
”Xinglang, say sorry to Xueluo and Nono for me ... Lan Youyou's wrongdoing will be punished by law!”
Feng Xinglang did not turn around, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, if not.
He believes: No matter if the elder brother Feng Lixin can let go of Lanyouyou in the true sense, but at least it will not hinder him!
In other words, what kind of result will Lan Youyou have, he can accept this cruel reality!
But this time is different from the past: he Feng Lixin must accept it if he doesn't accept it!
Feng Xinglang just wanted to make Feng Lixin feel better when faced with such acceptance!
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Downstairs, An Ying has prepared a hearty breakfast for the second master Feng Xinglang.
Ba Song is already a well-dressed suit, it should be ready to go out with Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang sat down heavily at the dining table, while stirring the coffee cup, he glanced at Ba Song at such a glance.
Ba Song's heart was guilty of conscience;
He always felt that Feng Xinglang's gaze had some penetration. It's like a device that scans a patient's body in a hospital.
Cold, without a trace of temperature.
”Ba Song, what do you think of Yan Bang?”
Feng Xinglang asked with a sip of coffee.
”A bit arrogant! Advocating violence with violence!”
Ba Song answered Feng Xinglang's question in a honest way.
Feng Xinglang nodded slightly, ”Well, the evaluation is fairly objective.”
Wei Dun, Feng Xinglang asked another topic that Ba Song did not want to face, and was even more unwilling to answer.
”Tell me more about Cong Gang! What do you think of him?”
Feng Xinglang asked lightly. It sounds like the first question.
Ba Song didn't want to answer.
But have to answer!
He didn't know if Feng Xinglang had begun to doubt his identity. So he was hesitant.
”Cong Gang ... not very familiar! Not much contact, not good!”
Impartial words. It is a good way to avoid Feng Xinglang's imperceptible interrogation.