Chapter 1411: Call me good master! (1/2)
Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's smirkful gaze, and his lips slightly moved slightly.
He didn't have that leisurely feeling, and found the basin of Moran in a bunch of orchid varieties!
In case you can't find it, you will hit your own face. Such a stupid and unpleasant thing, Feng Xinglang will naturally not do it!
”Cong Gang, Lao Tzu licked his face to see you early in the morning ... you two masters and servants are so bad at me, right?”
Chatting with Cong Gang has never been boring; but it's just too tiring. There is a big difference between speaking and not thinking.
”Uncomfortable for you?”
Cong Gang's eyes moved away, squinting to see the increasingly bright sun, ”Don't come after you are uncomfortable!”
”Do you think I want to see you?”
Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, ”I wouldn't bother to close your life if no one asked me!”
Double up again!
Looking at Cong Gang's incomparable appearance, I didn't feel like saying a word, this heart was really panicked.
”The original President Feng Da was so opinionated, so easy to be led by his nose?” Cong Gang slightly hummed.
Feng Xinglang gathered his face, ”Before Xing Er died ... he mentioned you!”
This sudden topic jump made Cong Gang look dumbfounded. ”What did he say?”
Seeing that Cong Gang's face had a slight mutation, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were relaxed.
”Then guess what he said to me first?”
Feng Xinglang did not answer the question. He began to use words to induce others into his trap.
”Will it not make you recognize your ancestors, and forgive Hetun?” Cong Gang responded calmly.
”I told you all, he mentioned you!”
Feng Xinglang corrected Cong Gang's misleading, ”Don't you want to guess? Or can't you guess? Otherwise, you can ask me to tell you!”
”I'm not interested to know!”
Cong Gang picked up the tea in front of him, and was about to send it to his lips for a sip; however, Feng Xinglang grabbed it and drank it.
”Cong Gang, are you hypocritical?”
Feng Xinglang sneered with a mocking tone.
The cell phone rang, stopping the conversation between the two smart people.
The call was from Nina. It should be that at the regular meeting in the morning, he could not wait for his grandfather to drive.
”Uh, uh, okay, I'll be here in half an hour. You arrange them for quarterly reporting first.”
Feng Xinglang who hung up the phone could hardly hide the boredom on Jun's face. Perhaps at this moment, he is eager for the leisurely life of Cong Gang.
Just one moment!
Cong Gang's **** and hazy blood-thirsty life on the blade, he really couldn't compliment.
”Let's talk another day ...”
Feng Xinglang stood up with a humming hum. ”I have to make money to feed my wife and children!”
”What did Xing Er tell you?”
Feng Xinglang walked quite slowly; it was slow enough to breed enough dryness, so Cong Gang couldn't help asking.
Feng Xinglang turned around, a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
”Why, do you still want to know? Um ... call me‘ good master ’and I ’ll tell you!”
This naive, unkempt, arrogant, lifeless ... provocation!