Chapter 1737: Waiting for tenderness 13

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Year after year, for young children, it doesn't seem to feel much. It is nothing more than another birthday.
But for Feng Xinglang, it is unforgettable.
A year ago today, Cong just died! He died to rescue him.
Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang still has a little hope: Maybe Cong Gang is really Superman, or maybe he is the most powerful as the son Lin Nuo said ...
But all hopes and illusions have to be defeated by this cruel, day-to-day reality.
Cong Gang never came back alive!
杳 No message, as if really dead!
Deadly!
Nothing to live for!
It's like dust that's been blown away! Only memories!
Feng Xinglang came alone today. Did not bring his two sons.
This summer, the eldest son, Feng Linnuo, was having fun in Repulse Bay in Hetun. I heard that Hetun was a glider and a flying machine in order to please his grandson. He also heard that a little lion and cheetah were brought back from the Middle East to support him.
The younger son Feng Sect was much quieter. Since weaning off the breast, the little one seems to be better able to feed. There was no sign of stickiness. Occasionally he wakes up, as long as he's not hungry, he doesn't cry or make a noise. He looks at a corner or the ceiling quietly.
Since crawling, Feng Zongzhe has a hobby that keeps Mommy Xueluo worried: as long as the small things are placed on the crawling mat, after a while, the small things crawl and sit in a corner horn and sit quietly It must be scary.
Xueluo thought that his youngest son, Zongzhe, had the legendary autism, but Feng Xinglang disagreed. He said it was personality.
Because every time he gazed deeply into the eyes of the little thing, he could feel the arrogance of his son.
In front of this retro villa gradually covered by the creeper, Feng Xinglong stood silently for a long time.
A villa without interest is like a cold tomb.
Feng Xinglang can't remember how many times he has brushed his face since Cong just died ... Each time he brushes, his mood will be more dignified and more lost.
No matter how great, after all, it is still impossible to escape the calculation of death.
"It's over there ... isn't it easy? Without my uncle to serve ... your life ..."
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment and changed his words: "How boring your ghost will be!"
Looking at the immutable scene, Feng Xinglang frowned deeply, walked slowly, and sat down on the dark gray simple single sofa.
As the saying goes, the ghost is inseparable! With Cong Gang's powerful character, the ghost should also be stronger than others to be logical!
But Feng Xinglang has been here so many times, but never felt the presence of Cong Gang.
It seems that Cong Gang just went out a long way, and the return date is undecided!
However, all this is nothing more than the subjective will of Feng Xinglang!
Maybe he was in this life, and he couldn't find a close bodyguard who was loyal to himself like Cong Gang and had no desire!
Also good friends!
It is sometimes that his temper is stronger and more arrogant than his master.
No one else can give the kind of security Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang! It seems that as long as Cong Gang is beside his Fengxinglang, even if it is in the Longtan Tiger Point, he can fall asleep peacefully.
just……
"Dog, do you say that you die ... you can choose a quiet one to die quietly alone? You have to brush your presence in front of Lao Tzu! Let Lao Tzu feel that I owe you all my life ... "
Feng Xinglang slightly squinted his eyes, "Although you save my master, that's what your dog-leg should do ... but is it a bit deliberate to die like you? You should wait to save me Go silently die! "
"I knew your dog thing was intentional ..."
The shady environment faded away the heat of the summer, and it was somewhat refreshing.
The stormy sea at that moment, the blaze of the moment at that moment ... seemed to rewind in Feng Xinglang's mind like a rewind. I just can't see Cong Gang's face!
Feng Xinglang shook his head, not wanting to let those things that are too sad to occupy his entire emotions.
He tried hard to recall some happy memories:
[Don't try ... you can't beat me! 】
[I'm too much, what can you do with me? 】
[You will appreciate me in the future! 】
[Because you are too greedy! 】
Fang Xinglang was awakened by the vagueness: even the memories were so annoying and boring!
greedy?
Why are you greedy?
Is it money? Earn milk powder for your wife and children, can this also be called greedy? !!
Power? Feng Xinglang did not deliberately draw the door of the Yemen. Or, in other words, he wasn't interested in the dignitaries.
What exactly did Cong Ganggou say he was greedy?
Just die, people who are still alive can't live well!
Originally to worship Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang left with anger!
...
When Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City, Yan Bang, who could not take care of himself, was still bedridden.
In this month, whether it is a call from Shao Yuanjun or a call from Leopard Head, as long as it involves Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang will decisively hang up the phone. An inexorable remorseless look.
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang even voluntarily ran to the Royal Dragon City, and more or less let Yan Bang's heart become more and more cold.
Yan Bang didn't say anything, so he stunned Feng Xinglang who slowly walked into his living room.
"I didn't expect President Yan to be so uninjured? I heard that I have been in bed for a month, can't I even take care of myself?"
The reason why Feng Xinglang came to Yulong City to visit Yan Bang who could not take care of himself was more or less related to the fact that he had just sacrificed to Cong Gang.
Maybe, maybe, Cong Gang is really dead! He will never be able to return to his side, and he will not be his left arm or right arm!
If Yan Bang had left him, he would have become a lonely man!
Maybe you wo n’t be blocked in Shencheng, but you ca n’t run rampantly!
The key is that there is no piety to bake it for yourself!
"Isn't I shot you last time? Why didn't one shot kill Lao Tzu ?! Can't bear to start?"
Yan Bang's slightly scarred face was stained with a triumphant smile.
Because he felt this cold war, his Yanbang had already won!
"Killing is illegal! Your life is not worth my jail time!"
Feng Xinglang whispered leisurely, took a bite of Australian mango and took a bite, casually spitting the astringent skin.
"Then what do you mean by coming today? Actively reconcile with me?"
Yan Bang took Feng Xinglang and was biting the mango. After three or two times, he peeled and peeled the peel off and put it back into Feng Xinglang's hands.
Because mango is one of the few fruits that Feng Xinglang likes to eat, Yan Bang has also developed a good skill to peel the mango.
"You think too much, I just want to see how President Yan Da ca n’t take care of himself! Is it a direct pull on the bed? Is there someone to give you urine?"
Even if he speaks vulgar words, it does not affect Feng Xinglang's appetite to eat his favorite Australian mansions.