Chapter 1122: Indifferent spectator (2/2)
Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang's back, casually humming.
”You're welcome!”
Just after Cong faded out, he leaned over and added: ”If you can pay some hard work, I'm quite willing to accept it.”
”Say, how much is it?”
Now that Cong Gang has asked him for money, Feng Xinglang certainly won't be stingy.
”It depends on how much you are worth!”
Cong Gang murmured, ”Your son can be free! Just save your money!”
Feng Xinglang just took out a black diamond card from his wallet, but shoved it back again, yelling at Cong Gang: ”I'm my wife's helper, is there a relationship with you?
”Feng Xinglang, do you play with a hammer?”
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, ”Forget it! I'm used to crossing bridges like this!”
Feng Xinglang slowly put the black diamond card on the wooden table.
”Don't let Wei Kang go out to take orders. If you do n’t have the money, just talk to me. I support you!”
”Okay! Then I would like to thank President Feng for Wei Kang!”
Cong had just arrived and was very cheerful, and did not refuse Feng Xinglang's kindness.
It's unclear whether there is a real lack of money, but he seems quite willing to accept Feng Xinglang's favor.
servility?
”By the way Cong Gang ... Do you think ... Yang Bang could survive?”
After a while of non-theme talk, Feng Xinglang asked the ultimate purpose of this visit to Cong Gang.
Cong Gang's gaze shifted from Feng Xinglang's slightly handsome face back to that gentleman orchid.
”Well ... you better ask your dear!”
Cong Gang did not answer directly. Instead, he chose to play football with Feng Xinglang.
”Nuo Nuo said, he was hugged and left by Xing Shiliang ... Then what were you doing at the time?”
Feng Xinglang sat upright, looking like he wanted to continue the questioning. In other words, such questions are just beginning.
But it seems that Cong Gang does not want to continue this topic. I do not want to answer any questions about Yan Bang.
”I don't remember!” Cong Gang faintly said, ”Maybe I'm thinking about how to escape!”
Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang's side face deeply, and there was an urge to hold him straight and look straight at himself.
”You hate Yan Bang, right?” Feng Xinglang asked.
”He hasn't reached the point where I can hate him! You have lifted him up too much!”
Cong Gang's words were really tickling. If Yan Bang heard it, he would be able to survive.
”That Yan Bang is dead, are you happy?” Feng Xinglang asked again.
Cong Gang turned around and glanced at Feng Xinglang briefly, ”I'm not happy ... but you can't force me to grieve with you, right? Yan Bang is your love, not me who!”
Every time I want to get something from Cong Gang, talking is always so strenuous. Feng Xinglang had no idea what Cong Gang was thinking.
”I want you to take over Royal Dragon City.”
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang said abruptly.
”Let me take over Royal Dragon City? Oh ...”
Cong Gang's laughter brought contempt, as if he had heard some kind of joke.
Feng Xinglang did not get angry, took the tea from Wei Kang and took a sip.
Not speculative. It seems that such problems need not continue.
When it comes to Yan Bang's burial of the sea, Cong Gang's role is just like Hetun.
Feng Xinglang stood up, Chao Cong just scolded: ”Strip more, I will come back to eat next time!”