Chapter 1957: Please be serious

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Is it to make their family hate him? !!
As he went downstairs, Feng Xinglang saw the elder son waiting at the door of his room. The little guy should have heard something.
"Daddy ..." the little man murmured, but said nothing.
But at this moment, but silent at this time. Feng Xinglang knew that his son couldn't say anything.
Feng Xinglang stepped forward and hugged the sad and eldest son tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry to have bothered you and Mommy! But trust your dear, you will definitely take care of it all!"
The little guy nodded and raised his tears in his eyes: "Dad, you tell the big caterpillar: No matter what happens, I won't hate him! Although I hope the big caterpillar and my righteous father can OK! "
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This trip to Qibei Mountain City, Feng Xinglang had to come!
However, the mood when I came was a little weird: it was not like the kind of suppressing anger, but it felt very relaxed and relaxed!
Of course, the necessary teachers to ask the crime, still want! At least you have to maintain the majesty of his president Feng Da!
In addition, even the wife's sad tears can not be vain!
It hurt his wife and children so badly that he should really be repaired!
When Feng Xinglang rushed to Cong Gang's residence, it was already dark at night.
Surprisingly: the living room door downstairs of the villa was open, but we did not see Wei Kang them! The faint light was on in the sun room on the third floor, and it was more like a special light to guide Feng Xinglang.
Cong Gang must be here. And waiting for Feng Xinglang in the sunny room on the third floor! He should know that Feng Xinglang will come!
But what did he mean when he sent Wei Kang away? I'm not afraid that there is a lone soul and a ghost who came to the house to find him Cong Gang and talk about life?
Even Feng Xinglang, who did not believe in ghosts and gods, was tense when he walked into this villa soaked in darkness, let alone ordinary people. A little wind blows, it feels like a dark wind.
In the sunny room on the third floor, Cong Gang sat alone in a wicker chair. He stared motionlessly at the dark blue sky.
When there is sunshine, this sunny room is a bit lively; but the sunny room in the dark night looks strange and eerie.
A small table next to the rattan chair was lined with a gun.
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: because he knew that the gun should be reserved for him.
After approaching, Feng Xinglang discovered that Cong Gang was still holding a bowl of porridge. The very pale white porridge has no appetite at first glance. Anyway, Feng Xinglang never took the initiative to eat such things.
"This evening, you really have a tomb of the dead!"
Feng Xinglang sat down on the rattan chair next to Cong Gang's body, stretched his limbs lazily, and then lay down comfortably with his own hands, extremely leisurely.
"Are you here to run away from me? Or to destroy me?" Cong Gang's voice was slightly hoarse.
What an unfriendly kind of opening remarks!
It seems that, as Feng Xinglang had expected: this guy's unintentional words should be the listener!
"Can you still speak well?" Feng Xinglang murmured lazily.
In the dimness, I heard the sound of the spoon touching the wall of the bowl; Cong Gang sent the faint white porridge from the spoon to his mouth, and it looked like a sadness beyond words. I feel that his life is as bleak as this white porridge, and there seems to be no other colorful things!
"Let me choose for you! There is a gun on the table. Use it to destroy me ... just right!"
Cong Gang looked at the endless dark night, "You can rest assured, Wei Kang, they will not hold me to death!"
Feng Xinglang glanced at Cong Gang for a moment, "Since you want to die so much, why not give yourself a shot on your own brain? Is it necessary for me to get dirty?"
"If you don't want to start dirty, Coba would be dirty!" Cong Gang said lightly.
"What do you mean? You want Coburn to destroy Hetun?" Feng Xinglang asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yes." Cong Gang deserved the situation.
Seriously, the way Cong Gang talked was really annoying!
It feels like: it's all under his control! Let him do it!
"Caterpillar, if you want Coben to destroy Hetun, just go!"
Feng Xinglang still maintained a lazy lying posture, "I really don't need to discuss it with me!"
"I'm not talking to you! I'm suffering the heart of your big filial son!" Cong Gang snorted lightly.
Feng Xinglang didn't answer, but just stared at Cong Gang, who was surrounded by layers of darkness.
I'm afraid he really wants to suffer, not because he's banned ...
"This white porridge is too dull. Do you have any other ingredients in your kitchen? Go and make something nutritious for you!"
Feng Xinglang sat up, and began to roll his sleeves in a good manner.
What kind of chat is this? Jumping is too outrageous!
"Why, do you want to cook for me?" Cong Gang hummed softly.
"Can't you be afraid that I can't poison you?" Feng Xinglang asked back.
"... I'm just worried that what you make ... will be worse than poison!"
The truth of this ... is quite accurate!
"Then trouble Mr. Cong, get me something to eat! I'm still hungry! It doesn't matter if you're poisoned, as long as you can fill your stomach! Yes, the vegetarian food will leave you in good health, and the amaranth will be a scourge. I!"
This topic is running away to Mars!
"Feng Xinglang, please be more serious!" Cong Gang twitched slightly.
"Cong Gang, you ca n’t be considerate or considerate? I'm really tired of making money! I have to coax my wife and children to go back!"
Feng Xinglang seized the bowl of porridge from Cong Gang's hand and put it on the small table, and began to pour out his various dissatisfaction:
"You say you're such a big person, what's the trouble ?! You want to dry the river, you just go, you don't need to let me know! Caterpillar, you can't think for me ?! I really Tired, do you know? Don't you just feel bad for me? "
Cong Gang's lip angle fluctuated a few times, "I'm not your father ... find your father to hurt you!"
"I knew you were so hard-hearted now that you should have strangled you! What did you save?"
Perhaps it was too much talk and hungry, Feng Xinglang drank most of the porridge in the porridge bowl.
"Love, I have Lin Xueluo; family relationship, I have three children! Why want a little friendship from your Cong Gang, why is it so difficult ?! You do n’t feel bad for me at this time, and I do n’t know how to be considerate You said that I worked so hard to make so much money. In addition to supporting my wife and children, I just want to show off my power in front of you, want you to look at me, adore me, admire me, and follow me? I even have sons. I can share with you Cong Gang, what else do you want? If you are so noisy, your conscience will not hurt ?! "
The more he said Feng Xinglang's resentment deepened, "You really want me to be like a beggar, expecting you to have a pitiful friendship with me?"
Cong Gang is really speechless! Because his whole heart was hurt by Feng Xinglang!