Chapter 1133: You dont understand (2/2)
In order to seal Xinglang's stomach problems, Xue Luo worked hard for him for more than half a year; it was difficult for the men's stomach problems to be controlled and improved, but he did not think that the men would once again treat them as cheap and ruin the women The fruits of the work once again disappointed the concern of women.
He saw the sealed box on his desk. It contains a handful of Brazilian pine nuts.
Feng Xinglang was also very polite and took it directly to eat.
”Isn't it for you to strip yourself a bit more? Laziness again!”
Cong just raised his head, and gave Feng Xinglang a slight glance. Wen Feng said, ”Feng Xinglang, Nono said you are sorry for Yan Bang's death. But you don't want your wife and children to see it.”
Wei Dun, Cong Gang looked around, ”There are no outsiders here, you can cry like a happy son! If you need it, I can borrow your shoulder!”
After swallowing the last bite of Brazilian pine nuts in his mouth, Feng Xinglang looked straight at Cong Gang.
”You will die, and I will be sad.”
Feng Xinglang stared straight into the eyes of Cong Gang and said coldly.
”Dare to be!”
Cong Gang murmured, ”If I have to die someday, I will choose a way to make you hate me to die!”
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and looked at Cong Gang, who was always indifferent, and snorted slightly, ”Cong Gang, I can't see you more and more! I always play with my head and brain like this Are you tired? ”
Cong just smiled slightly, ”I should have been violently dead on the streets of Chinatown many years ago. In these extra days, if I can splurge, I will splurge; it is not a shame!”
”You're mocking me for saving you?” Feng Xinglang glared at him.
Cong just gave Feng Xinglang a deep glance, then turned his head. Silently, no more words.
”I've saved you a lot, and saved my sin ?!”
Feng Xinglang was very upset that Cong Gang looked at the innocence of others.
”Feng Xinglang, isn't Yan Bang still alive so you can live happily?”
Suddenly, Cong just skipped the above topic and asked these words coldly.
Feng Xinglang slightly twitched his lips. ”Most people are sentient beings; not like you!”
Shouting a stale air, Feng Xinglang looked at the gentle gentleman orchid in the basin.
”Life will play many roles: from young sons and younger brothers to brothers, lovers, husbands, fathers ... who live longer, can also become father-in-law, grandpa ... In life, you will inevitably encounter all sorts of life and death! The sweetness, bitterness, and saltiness of this life will be tasted many times. ”
”Maybe it's like getting sick ... It's over, and that's it!”
Feng Xinglang didn't know whether he was just talking about Cong or listening to himself.
But one thing is certain: this remark can alleviate the depression in his heart to some extent!
The child Lin Nuo has been quietly in front of a pious listener. Although he couldn't fully understand it, he realized that his dad was still saddened by Da Bangbang's death.
”Then you are ill ... when will it be fine?” Cong Gang asked.
Feng Xinglang looked back at Cong Gang, and astringent lips chuckled, ”Why, do you want me to hurry?”
Cong Gang avoided the look of Feng Xinglang, ”I asked for your pro-son. You are so depressed and drunk every day. Both of them are worried about you.”
Why does this little cub talk to this guy Cong Gang?
Feng Xinglang's eyes fell on his son Lin Nuo, which meant a little scrutiny and blame.
The little boy immediately lowered his head and did not look at the angry eyes of his dad.
”Unless Yanbang can survive, I can be completely good!”
Originally, Xinglang wanted to say something to comfort the young and self-reproached son, but when he said it, it went against him.