Chapter 1901: Does your face hurt?

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It's just ignoring his presence!
In the presence of his master, can he still be arrogant?
When he calmed down, Feng Xinglang Jian chased after him, and put the anesthesia gun on the back of Cong Gang.
"Don't move! I'll break your dog's head again!" Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and hissed.
Cong Gang turned his head slightly, and slightly twitched his lips, "Why, do you want me to wake your baby son? Then let him witness the atrocities of your father? Then let him hate you all his life?"
This shallow tone is the pinch of Feng Xinglang. He knows clearly: Feng Xinglang cares about his own children and always wants to be a good father!
"Cong Gang, is your mother really mean and shameless?"
Feng Xinglang whispered, "Simply using a child? Doesn't your skin hurt?"
"I'm afraid your own skin will hurt then!"
It took almost a second to settle down, Cong Gang gave a sideways turn and immediately avoided the anesthesia gun that Feng Xinglang arrived on his back; a fierce clasp on his right arm, and Feng Xinglang held the anesthesia gun on his wrist Pressed by him; followed by a whole body's push and suppression, Cong Gang used his shoulder on one side to press against Feng Xinglang's back, driving Feng Xinglang's body against the wall ...
Feng Xinglang's response at that time was not too slow, but when he pulled the trigger, the anesthesia needle moved away from Cong Gang's neck and hit the sideboard; when he tried to resist, his The entire person had just arrived on the wall by Cong.
A handsome face, twisted against the wall cloth!
It just verified that Cong just said, ‘I ’m afraid your skin will hurt at that time’!
Seriously, Cong Gang's skill has been strange to the point of causing scalp tingling.
But I can see that he still has a lot of time: Otherwise, Feng Xinglang's handsome face on the wall cloth must be peeled off!
"Cong Gang, what the are you doing?"
Although she was burning in anger, Feng Xinglang kept suppressing her voice and did not want to loudly alarm Anyang's wife and An's sleeping child.
"Why, sorry to shout for help? Or, I'll call someone to help you?"
It seemed that some kind of tacit understanding had been reached, and Cong Gang also kept his voice very low. But that ridiculous tone sounded unpleasant.
But unhappy and unhappy, Feng Xinglang, who was resisted on the wall, was nothing more than Cong Gang's technical suppression.
"You kill me if you have a seed? I'll see if you don't!"
Although Feng Xinglang was blasted by Cong Gang's ridiculous words, he was deep-hearted and immediately began to counterattack.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Cong Gang exerted a force on his waist, and was stronger against Feng Xinglang's body, which was equal to Feng Junlang's handsome face, rubbed a bit more fiercely on the wall cloth.
"Now? Isn't it great?"
"Cong Gang, I X You X ... Whoo!"
Before Feng Xinglang's insulting swear words had time to fully export, Cong Gang sealed it tightly with sealing tape.
"I have more work to do, I don't have time to hang with you blindly!"
Cong Gang kicked the anesthesia gun off the carpet far away. "But don't be too anxious, wait for me to deal with those little shrimps and come back to pack up your ... fat guy!"
To tell the truth, Feng Xinglang, who has always been against the strong body, really needs some physical strength and skills.
I don't know how much pig feed he has eaten in the past two years! Will grow this fat body!
In fact, Feng Xinglang was not fat. It was just that he had neglected fitness for the past two years and had less tendon meat. Body fat percentage is slightly higher.
The speechless Feng Xinglang could only exhale angrily; when he wanted to hit Cong Gang's nose with his head, Cong Gang had released his restraint and resistance to him at a rapid speed. It disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.
When Feng Xinglang picked up the anesthesia gun and wanted to chase, Cong Gang had already disappeared.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Behind him, there was a questioning inquiry from Lin Nuo's children.
Feng Xinglang immediately hid the anesthesia gun in his arms, and tore off the sealing tape on his mouth. Feng Xinglang trembled with pain, feeling that numerous beards and hairs were torn along with it.
‘Cong Gang of Dog X! Do n’t fall into the hands of Lao Tzu ’! Feng Xinglang cursed secretly.
"My dad is thirsty at work and wants to go downstairs to drink a glass of milk!" Feng Xinglang Wen answered his son's question.
"My dear son just heard the fight ..."
The little boy looked around worriedly to see if the big caterpillar could leave safely.
"Fight? How is it possible! Who is your dad fighting so late?"
Feng Xinglang gathered a tender smile, then switched off the topic: "Why isn't my son sleeping yet? Do you want to kiss your dad?"
"Dad, half of your face ... why is it red? Was it hurt?" The little boy stomped and tried to touch it.
That half of my face was rubbed for a while by Cong just against the wall, how could it not be! If you don't lose the skin, you will be merciless.
"It's okay ... Daddy just went in a hurry and accidentally hit the wall!"
This lie is so ... it really hurts!
The little guy seemed to understand something, but didn't pursue it.
"Be careful, dear father! My dear son will help you downstairs and pour water!"
When he was distressed by his father, and when he wanted to go downstairs, he came filially to help his father who can hit the wall.
A "bang" shot was the sound of a gun passing through the muffler.
As soon as the father and son half-embraced and half-embraced came downstairs, they heard a sound from the courtyard not too loud, but enough to hear the gunfire.
"Daddy, it seems the gunfire!"
This kind of gunfire was no stranger to Feng Xinglang's father and son, so the first reaction was: someone shot!
Isn't Xing Shishi ’s second biaozi shooting at Cong just now? !!
"Nuo Nuo, you're staying in the room. Daddy goes out to see!"
After Feng Xinglang hugged his son to the wooden low cabinet, he flew out for inspection.
"Old Mo, did you find anything? Was the gunshot just now?"
Feng Xinglang ran out and saw Mo butler who was already visiting the courtyard.
"It's a gunshot! There's still a pool of blood here ... someone should have been shot!"
The tube manager flashed a drop of blood on the cobblestone trail.
Shouldn't it be Cong Gang's dog thing?
"Where is Xing Fourteen? Where has he gone?"
In the courtyard, Feng Xinglang did not see Xing Shishi.
"Estimated by Xing Shishi's gun! He should be chasing someone now!"
Mr. Mo's house looked out of the courtyard and did not chase him out. Because the Feng family and women and children need to be more guarded.
Feng Xinglang was inexplicably tense: Cong Gang's blind thing, shouldn't he be forgotten for a while, really hit Xing Shishi's ambush?