Chapter 1758: Wait gentle 34 (1/2)

Ando Ando really finally started?

Even when he was away, Feng Xinglang moved! !!

It's more like he's an insidious plan to see the old ghost of Ando himself!

Feng Xinglang stumbled towards the living area and pulled out the surrounding security. He saw Yan Bang sitting next to the Lamborghini car.

”Bang ... Yan Bang!”

Feng Xinglang rushed over, kneeling on the ground to examine Yan Bang's injury, ”Bang, where is the injury? Can you speak?”

After hearing Feng Xinglang's urgent call, Yan Bang thought it was an illusion before he was about to die. Because he really wanted to see Shang Fengxinglang for the last time.

He raised his head and grinned hard when he saw that Feng Xinglang was in sight.

”Lang ... I finally waited for you.”

Feng Xinglang's swift support hugged Yan Bang's fast-falling upper body, letting his head rest on his shoulder, preventing his sagging.

”Bang ... what hurt?” Feng Xinglang asked again.

”Head! It's head!”

Shao Yuanjun responded in horror, ”There is something stuck in the back of Mr. Yan ... it should be something like a steel needle! Mr. Yan ... He has been waiting for you to come ...”

Shao Yuanjun, who has always been calm, had not yet finished his words and wept lowly.

Feng Xinglang gently touched Yan Bang's back of his head and felt that there was a slight sticky water stain somewhere in the hairline, which should be blood spilling from the wound; the wound was small, but it was fatal.

”Lang ... I can meet you for the last time ... I can stare at death!”

Yan Bang almost exhausted himself to embrace Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang tightly embraced Yan Bang's increasingly falling upper body, ”Bang ... Hold on! Ambulance is coming! I won't let you die! Did you hear that? I won't let you die!”

Tightly hugging each other so that they were close to each other, Yan Bang could easily touch Feng Xinglang's cheek.

”Lang, promise me one thing ...”

”Lao Tzu doesn't want to promise you anything! Your own affairs, leave it to you to handle it ... I don't want to listen!”

Feng Xing Langle clung tightly to Yan Bang, squinting against his cheek; he seemed to want to conduct the heat from his body to him.

”Lang, promise me ... don't avenge the old ghost of Ando ... well ... well with your woman ... and your children ... live in peace ... lang ... I want you to live ... ... alive ... ”

Hearing the words of Yan Bang intermittently, Feng Xinglang was as keen as a knife.

”Don't say it ... don't you **** say it! Hold on, I won't let you die!”

Feng Xinglang hugged Yan Bang tighter, and pressed his side with his trembling lips.

”Lang, to die in your arms ... is actually the best in my life ... home!”

Yan Bang wanted to raise his hand to touch Feng Xinglang's face, but tried several times without success; it seemed that his brain could no longer control his limbs normally, and became weaker and weaker.

Feng Xinglang grabbed Yan Bang's drooping hand and pressed it close to his cheek. ”Bang, you cheer up! Wu Yan is only three years old ... He can't live without Dad! For Wu Yao ... also for me, hold on! The ambulance is almost here! ”

”Lang ... I'm dead ... and I'm free ... what about you ... you can be free ... It's good!”

Yan Bang was smiling, an unnatural weird smile. It seems that even the direction of facial muscles cannot be controlled.