Chapter 1887: Love Letter 92 (1/2)

Bai Mo returned to Fang Xinglang with a little restless look.

Picking up a bottle of whiskey that Catgirl had just brought in, she sat down and filled Yan Bang.

”Bangge, our brothers and sisters haven't been together for a long time, right? Old rules, let's drink three cups first! Let's respect them first!”

Bai Mo, who had never dared to take the initiative to search for Yanbang fighting wine, was so afraid. You should know that Yanbang, who is not drunk with a thousand cups, can pour ten Baimo into drunk shrimp.

Today, Bai Mo made the east, and Yan Bang gave three drinks to his face.

”I went out of the land, you invested in infrastructure; get a landmark building in Shencheng, and take a financial and commercial street!” Yan Bang thought pretty.

”What about the subsequent accounting? How?” Feng Xinglang casually asked.

”Within five years, fifty-five cents; after five years, thirty-seven cents! I wonder what Feng always said?” Yan Bang looked to Feng Xinglang.

”Very good! Mr. Yan thinks enough!”

Feng Xinglang drank a sip of red wine, and he was too lazy to ask who was specific.

”Three days later, I asked Nina to give Mr. Feng a preliminary plan?” Yan Bang really came to talk about business.

But there are some doubts. For example: With Yan's financial resources, he should be able to complete the overall infrastructure alone; is he avoiding risks? Presumably there should be expert guidance.

Is this master Nina? Or Cong Gang close at hand?

Feng Xinglang squinted at Cong Gang, gazing at his every move slightly;

Cong Gang kept his eyes down, instead of looking up to see Feng Xinglang, just looking down at what he thought.

”I ... I'll make it easier. Mr. Feng will wait a moment.” Yan Bang covered his belly slightly and walked towards the door of the private room.

”Yan Bang, please help yourself!” Feng Xinglang hummed.

”The two talked first. I'll accompany President Yan!”

Bai Mo got up consciously and left the private room behind Yan Bang.

As Yan Bang and Bai Mo left, the private room fell silent. He seemed so quiet that he could hear his breathing.

This quietness is shrouded in a sense of breathless depression.

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang in the corner so quietly; while Cong Gang maintained a posture and remained motionless.

Cong Gang's patience is much more than ordinary people! He can maintain such a silent attitude, waiting for Yan Bang to return.

Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, and then walked slowly towards the inside corner.

It seems that every step can make a pit.

Cong Gang didn't raise his eyes, but he could clearly feel the oppression approaching himself little by little.

He didn't look up conditionedly until he felt the exhaled air flow above his head!

A face! A magnified handsome face!

Near above his head, looking straight at him.

Feng Xinglang's eyes were clear, with complex eyes flowing: there was anger, concern, interrogation ... and even tenderness!

”Are you ok?”

From the thin lips of Fengxing Langfei, the words of care were overflowing lightly. With a slight hoarseness in the deep.

At this moment, Cong Gang's psychological defense line was slowly crushed by the stormy waves pouring deep inside ...

According to common sense, someone should be furious or humiliating at him; but the guy in front of him is even concerned about him?

Cong Gang's throat knot slipped quickly, and he swallowed quietly after swallowing dryly:

”What do you want to do?” He tried to press his tone into coldness.