Chapter 558 (1/2)

With a smile on his face, Feng Zhongliang is not afraid to anger Jiang Zhiyuan when he mentions the past.

He took a deep breath of smoke and felt the smoke being sucked into his lungs. After a turn, he slowly vomited it out.

His face was a little fuzzy in the smoke. Feng Zhongliang waved his hand and swept away the choking smell. He enjoyed his look:

”when he was young, he dared to do a big crime.” Dare to speak to the lion of the Feng family, was imprisoned in the prison of many infamous bandits, can live, ”but now nestled in a corner of the imperial capital.” It's like saying goodbye to those past times, which makes people think that when he is reformed, he is suspected of committing a crime again, which makes a person who investigates him disappear.

”Have you been in prison for more than 20 years

Feng Zhongliang narrowed his eyes. Compared with more than 20 years ago, Feng Zhongliang is old-fashioned and has a bent back. He still needs to lean on crutches when he walks. However, his eyes are still sharp, as if he wants to see into Jiang Zhiyuan's heart.

He said these words, every sentence stabbed the river to the far, if changed the individual, may have already been unable to bear.

However, it was Jiang Zhiyuan's silence that made Feng Zhongliang frown. He did not get angry at Feng Zhongliang's words. Instead, he pinched out the half burned cigarette and carefully pulled out a paper towel. He wrapped the half cigarette into the paper and put it into his pocket.

When he raised his head, he saw Feng Zhongliang's rapidly changing look.

At that time, he was a gangster who shocked the upper class of Hong Kong. His 19 years in prison was magnificent enough.

After he was released from prison, he clearly could lead a more wonderful life than he is now. As Feng Zhongliang said, people's memory is always very short, and only the injured can keep the pain for a long time.

Feng Zhongliang even wanted to laugh. When he came out, he made Xiao Liu nervous when he mentioned his name. Many celebrities and rich people wanted to attract him. But this man, who brought a lot of psychological shadow, was reluctant to lose half of his cigarette end.

From Feng Zhongliang's expression, Jiang Zhiyuan can guess what he is thinking at this time. However, if he wants a name, the kidnapping case more than 20 years ago will be famous enough.

He lowered his head again, picked up the tissue he had spread on his lap, shaken the ash and put the matchstick on it, folded it and put it in his bag.

”What's the difference?”

Feng Zhongliang asked him that he thought Jiang Zhiyuan would still be silent and unable to speak. However, after finishing everything, he got up and straightened out his old and outdated suit:

”it's different.”

His tall body gives people a sense of oppression. The shadow of his body pulled out under the light covered Feng Zhongliang's cage:

”at that time, the rich were my playthings, but now I don't want to be controlled by others.”

After saying this, he slowly sat down again. He saw that after he sat down, the shadow on Feng Zhongliang's face gradually disappeared, and the light could again shine on his face:

”my coat is very good.”

Jiang Zhiyuan touched his cuff, and his face looked nostalgic:

”this coat was made by someone when my daughter was just born when I was young.” However,

”when she was born, she would have to soften her expression a lot

Others have it, and his daughter should have it. In order to hold the banquet, he specially asked someone to make the suit. ”It cost me more than 100!”

He raised his index finger, compared a gesture, a little proud: ”more than 20 years, still can use.”