Chapter 1237: Not crying (1/2)
The son's words let Feng Xinglang's eyebrows slightly converge: This Hetun, must he put Yan Bang to death!
In order to avoid suspicion, he didn't even need his own group of sons. What mercenaries did he go looking for?
Seriously, at a certain moment last night, Feng Xinglang also had the urge to kill Yan Bang!
However, Feng Xinglang, who was impulsive and calm down, still paid great attention to his brotherly brother who was sympathetic to Yan Bang.
While his son ran to the secretarial department to find Xue Luo, Feng Xinglang called a phone number.
The call was to Bai Mo. But he did not expect that Bai Mo would be mixed with Yan Bang's dog.
”It's the second child's phone.”
”Hurry up!”
Yan Bang, lying across the sofa bed, straightened up and sat up.
Bai Mo called Feng Xinglang's phone and used the speakerphone.
”Mo Saner, where is your Bangge now?”
”I don't know ... was he with you?”
Bai Mo was lazy on all fours, pretending to ask innocently.
”Send someone to get your brother back! Then lock in the night village and don't let him go out blindly! It will be dead!”
”Feng second, what do you mean?”
Bai Mo failed to comprehend Feng Xinglang's words, ”Are you cursing my brother brother to die?”
”There are enemies who want your brother brother's fate! You take care of it!”
Feng Xinglang was too lazy to explain anything to Bai Mo.
”An enemy? What an enemy?” Bai Mo asked conditionedly.
”how could I know!”
Feng Xinglang was ruthless, ”Yen Bang has so many miscellaneous enemies ... and he is now as down as a bereavement dog, and if I change it, I will kill him by taking the opportunity to go down the rocks! Everyone pushes against the wall, this truth turns out that you I don't understand! ”
In fact, it is not difficult to tell that Feng Xinglang is deliberately obscuring the identity of the enemy. As long as he can serve as a reminder and warning, of course, he does not want the hatred between someone and Yan Bang to expand to irreparable.
Yan Bang didn't care what enemies were looking for him, but Feng Xinglang's concern moved him very much.
He thought that Feng Xinglang would be because of last night ...
”Lang ... I was sorry for last night.”
Yan Bang, too excited, snatched the phone from Bai Mo.
Upon hearing Yan Bang's voice, Feng Xinglang slammed the phone straight away, and threw it aside in a huff.
”Hello ... Hey ... Finer ... Finer ... Hang up?”
Bai Mo's dissatisfied hum, ”This second cow's temper is getting more and more stinky! Who is he to show his face!”
Suddenly, Bai Mo came to the side of the silent Yanbang as if he found a new continent, and his beautiful red lips rose up:
”Bange, you honestly told me ... did you put Feng Er to sleep last night?”
Yan Bang's phrase ”Last night, I'm sorry” is so imaginative.
Yan Bang stared at Bai Mo's face that was fairer and younger than a woman, and said very calmly:
”Sleep Xinglang? Do you think I have such a big dog gall?”
Bai Mo frowned. ”Then you said,” I'm sorry about last night. ”What are you sorry for?”
”Oh, I accidentally scared his baby niece by crying. I couldn't stop crying so much that I gave you Lango a mess!”
Yan Bang lied casually.
”Sorry for that?”
Bai Mo wasn't stupid enough to believe what Yan Bang said.
”Do you think this is a trivial matter?”
Yan Bang raised his eyebrows and followed Bai Mo's words: ”I also think that the second child is a big deal!”
Bai Mo pursed his beautiful M-shaped lips. ”But then again, the girl in Tuantuan is the illegitimate daughter of Feng Er and his old love ... his baby must be like life! For this little thing, I will tell you It's still possible to breathe! ”
”...” Yan Bang really didn't expect that it would be so easy to pretend.
...
In fact, at noon and lunch break, Feng Xinglang already noticed that his woman's mood was low.
The gloomy and depressed mood should not be simply because of the uncomfortable physical condition.
Immediately after work, Xue Luo, who had no intention of continuing to work, cleaned up his desk and went to the president's office to see his son who had tossed his husband for a day.
Seeing his wife's mood was still gloomy, Feng Xinglang threw the phone to Lin Nuo, who was playing IPAD on the sofa.
”Nono, call Mr. Xing. Just say you miss him!”
”Just don't!”
The swiftly responding Lin Nuo immediately dropped the IPAD he was playing and jumped up and hugged her mother.
”Smelly dad wants to throw me to the eighth again!”
”Look at this clever ...”
Feng Xinglang was amused by the cuteness of his son's conditioned reflection. ”It is indeed my own son who is Feng Xinglang!”
Lin Nuo hugged her mother's waist tightly, and stared angrily at her dear Feng Xinglang at the oversized desk.
”Smelly dear, do you want to selfishly take over my mum and play a trick with your gangster!”
”How to talk to your dad? No big, no small!”
Feng Xinglang pretended to humiliate the little guy, and then said eloquently, ”Can your dad and your mum have such a little private space and time? Nuo, you will reward me with your mummy all night It's a duo world! ”
”No reward!” The little boy refused sternly, ”But you can take me to a trio with Mommy!”