Chapter 1737: Waiting for tenderness 13 (2/2)

The stormy sea at that moment, the blaze of the moment at that moment ... seemed to rewind in Feng Xinglang's mind like a rewind. I just can't see Cong Gang's face!

Feng Xinglang shook his head, not wanting to let those things that are too sad to occupy his entire emotions.

He tried hard to recall some happy memories:

[Don't try ... you can't beat me! ]

[I'm too much, what can you do with me? ]

[You will appreciate me in the future! ]

[Because you are too greedy! ]

Fang Xinglang was awakened by the vagueness: even the memories were so annoying and boring!

greedy?

Why are you greedy?

Is it money? Earn milk powder for your wife and children, can this also be called greedy? !!

Power? Feng Xinglang did not deliberately draw the door of the Yemen. Or, in other words, he wasn't interested in the dignitaries.

What exactly did Cong Ganggou say he was greedy?

Just die, people who are still alive can't live well!

Originally to worship Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang left with anger!

...

When Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City, Yan Bang, who could not take care of himself, was still bedridden.

In this month, whether it is a call from Shao Yuanjun or a call from Leopard Head, as long as it involves Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang will decisively hang up the phone. An inexorable remorseless look.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang even voluntarily ran to the Royal Dragon City, and more or less let Yan Bang's heart become more and more cold.

Yan Bang didn't say anything, so he stunned Feng Xinglang who slowly walked into his living room.

”I didn't expect President Yan to be so uninjured? I heard that I have been in bed for a month, can't I even take care of myself?”

The reason why Feng Xinglang came to Yulong City to visit Yan Bang who could not take care of himself was more or less related to the fact that he had just sacrificed to Cong Gang.

Maybe, maybe, Cong Gang is really dead! He will never be able to return to his side, and he will not be his left arm or right arm!

If Yan Bang had left him, he would have become a lonely man!

Maybe you wo n’t be blocked in Shencheng, but you ca n’t run rampantly!

The key is that there is no piety to bake it for yourself!

”Isn't I shot you last time? Why didn't one shot kill Lao Tzu ?! Can't bear to start?”

Yan Bang's slightly scarred face was stained with a triumphant smile.

Because he felt this cold war, his Yanbang had already won!

”Killing is illegal! Your life is not worth my jail time!”

Feng Xinglang whispered leisurely, took a bite of Australian mango and took a bite, casually spitting the astringent skin.

”Then what do you mean by coming today? Actively reconcile with me?”

Yan Bang took Feng Xinglang and was biting the mango. After three or two times, he peeled and peeled the peel off and put it back into Feng Xinglang's hands.

Because mango is one of the few fruits that Feng Xinglang likes to eat, Yan Bang has also developed a good skill to peel the mango.

”You think too much, I just want to see how President Yan Da ca n’t take care of himself! Is it a direct pull on the bed? Is there someone to give you urine?”

Even if he speaks vulgar words, it does not affect Feng Xinglang's appetite to eat his favorite Australian mansions.