Chapter 1873: Love Letter 78 (1/2)

The taste of waiting is not good.

Feng Xinglang's inner suffering and tightness on his body made Feng Xinglang feel a little uncomfortable.

A cigarette was bitten between the thin lips, slowly lit, took a deep breath, and then took it away from the lips with the fingers of the bone joint. After a long time, it spit out the lingering smoke; Lonely, vomiting is still lonely.

Feng Xinglang is not used to waiting for someone. But sometimes the cruel reality forced him to wait!

In retrospect, it is really incredible: he was waiting for the woman named Lin Xueluo for five years in the torment day after day and year after year.

Fortunately, the result made his waiting worthwhile!

His woman is back, but also brought back the love crystal of him and her!

To some extent, the emergence of a new life, son Nono, has eliminated most of the hatred and depression in Feng Xinglang's heart!

There is also the woman's persistence and persistence for love, which subtly infected him, making him want to lay down the past with her and embrace the future.

A woman's tenacity and beauty are like the warm sun that penetrates deep into Feng Xinglang's soul, slowly soothing his hatred ...

In addition to love, affection ... seems to need something else, something similar to friendship!

Although someone in Feng Xinglang's mind has always been a bodyguard or a follower, it is at best a function of a shield or bulletproof jacket!

But now he is waiting for such a person! And that dog thing may not give him that face!

The smoke ran out between his fingers, and he was too lazy to use the ashtray near him, pressing it directly on the side bracket.

Perhaps this way of messing up and messing up can slightly offset his dryness and irritation from waiting.

How dare you come!

In the dark, a pair of gloomy eyes glanced at someone on the sofa; silence was like a silent sculpture.

Except for those eyes ... the gloomy but dazzling eyes of jumping light ... extra vivid!

Give him ninety-nine times to brush his face and leave himself with the dignity of the last step!

Are you experiencing dignity now?

It doesn't seem like that!

I feel like I have never seen dignity in the eyes of this bastard!

Since there is no dignity in the eyes of this **** ... then he can only find dignity by himself!

Perhaps from the moment he re-entered Shencheng, there is no dignity anymore!

What are you doing back? Is it a shield for him? Or body armor? Or maybe he was vented from his manic heart by a few words of abuse from time to time?

See you now? Are you provoking him? But how did it feel like he was being sarcastic!

If he doesn't come, he can't help himself! Is not it?

But Cong Gang is still here! Here comes the ghost!

It feels like that little dignity is gone at this moment!

Since he dares to come ... does that have to bear some consequences? So that he dare not come again next time?

...

Feng Xinglang waited patiently for more than three hours. He is patient, but he is on the verge of mania.

Judging from the scattered cigarette butts and ashes on the ground, it should be just trying to endure the dissatisfaction and anger that will soon erupt.

At the moment Feng Xinglang was about to get up, he suddenly felt a cloudy wind behind him attacking him; perhaps because of a sedentary reason, Feng Xinglang turned around a little slower, and when he turned his head, a black The hood of his head was put on his head without any errors, and immediately he fell into darkness!

”Cong Gang ... Cong Gang! What the **** are you doing?”