Chapter 2485: Reality face! (2/2)

Then the lights in the shed went out; two or three people with flashlights came in. After sweeping over each bed, they went out again. It should be a ward round before the workers go to bed.

Cong Gang, who was held by Feng Xinglang, was neither moving nor moving.

”Worm, why haven't Wusong come yet? Didn't your mother leave a clue for them?”

Feng Xinglang was obviously impatient. Staying in this ghost place for an extra second is a torment.

”Come on, let's rest first.”

Cong Gang comforted the anxious Feng Xinglang, ”I'm here. I'll die first.”

”Why not say goodbye? You are my slave. Does Lao Tzu agree with you? Who gave you courage?”

By the light outside the window, Cong Gang quietly looked at Feng Xinglang's close face. Can't get closer ... Because Cong Gang's face felt the droplets in Feng Xinglang's mouth.

”It was indeed my fault ... Think about what to do with me! Use your most defiant way!”

Cong just muttered. Almost just a mouth shape. Only Fengxinglang closest to him could hear it.

”Don't worry, this time won't let you down.”

Feng Xinglang muttered a few more words, and then fell asleep on Cong Gang's chest. The soothing microneedles customized from Fein are so easy to use-mild and non-toxic.

Cong Gang was so silent in the dim, wet, and stale shack. Incomparable peace. Because in his arms, An An sleeps his world.

However, such a harsh environment is obviously not suitable for Feng Xinglang to rest and recover. But to leave here, you need to do some preliminary work.

After about an hour, a shadow floated in quietly. The only thing I noticed was Cong Gang.

‘Hoo ...’ Three rhythmic beeps, which sound like ordinary people's breathing sounds, but fall in the shadow's ears, but that's a signal.

”Master, are you there too? My righteous father ...” You Ying flew towards the vocal bed immediately.

It's Fifteen.

”Shh.” Cong just stopped immediately, then gently opened the thin blanket on his chest, revealing Feng Xinglang who was snoring slightly.

It was just a look, and Fifteen knew immediately. Three minutes later, everyone else in the shed was in deep sleep.

”Master, how bad is my elder father?”

”Not light.”

Cong Gang put the blanket back on Feng Xinglang's body. ”Your righteous father is a good-looking person. He should not want others to see him look so embarrassed.”

”I understand.” Feng Fifteen nodded.

”Go with Wu Song first and dispose of those soldiers. Then find a car and park it at the door. Prepare a clean quilt to take over. You stay and let everyone else withdraw from the embassy.”

”Good master.”

An hour later, when Wu Song finished dealing with the soldiers who came to meet with Fifteen, he saw that the boss came out of a simple shed with a quilt and walked straight to the off-road vehicle.

it's a pity! Hurrying to hurry, I still can't see how Feng Xinglang became a laborer! !!