Chapter 2552: I love you, I'm the last

What did the boy say? !
The daughter was originally intended to be petted, who is not a pet to be a relative, who can you expect to pet? !
"When you have a daughter, you can understand my mood!"
Feng Xinglang did not argue with Carnegie.
Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's opinion, Carne's child is a guy who owes EQ!
Not much better than that Bassoon!
I feel that the things Cong has just cultivated are almost all the varieties that EQ owes!
The thought of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang was inexplicably a bit hot.
That dog thing has been out wild for three days! Does he still have this master in his heart?
Raising a dog is estimated to be more obedient and more loyal than him!
"Carne, where did your boss die recently?"
Apparently knowing Cong Gang's whereabouts, Feng Xinglang asked this intentionally.
In short, Cong Gang in his mouth is generally on par with Gouzi.
"It's beyond my abilities! How can I know about my family's master!"
Kanai really didn't know where the master had gone. Before the master gave him a new task, his duty was to ensure the safety of Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang and the master had a grudge against him, but Carne did not know much.
But as far as the current situation is concerned: I always feel that Feng Xinglang looks down on his master.
"Okay, you can continue to be your frog at the bottom of the well! It's also very promising!"
Feng Xinglang's witty and humorous eloquence can always make people's ears feel so happy from time to time.
"General Feng, did you really save the life of my boss?"
Carnegie has been confused about this issue.
"You do not believe?"
Feng Xinglang remembered that he seemed to have answered such a question.
"I guess you must be: blind cat meets dead mouse!"
In Carne's view, it is really incredible that the boss with the king's skill should save Feng Xinglang, a person who can't even run down three kilometers.
"Well, your master is the "dead mouse" I accidentally encountered!" Feng Xinglang smiled faintly.
"..." Carne realizes that Feng Xinglang's way of thinking is so unnatural.
Accidentally, he was led to the pit.
"The nickname "Death Mouse" is really good... Well, after seeing Cong Gang next time, I just call him that!"
"..." Carne's forehead had begun to sweat thinly.
It seems that the reason why Feng Xinglang was able to sit on equal footing is that he really has his superiority!
At least Feng Xinglang's IQ and EQ are beyond his reach.
...
Upon entering the office, Feng Xinglang saw the familiar guy who tickled his teeth.
Cong Gangjing sat on Feng Xinglang's executive chair, and the whole person was breathless.
On the oversized desk is a medical box.
Cong arrived at the office of Feng Xinglang just an hour ago.
And took an injection from the medical box and injected it into his body. Then there is a quiet wait for an hour!
Waiting for the drug to work, and also waiting for the arrival of Feng Xinglang.
"Yo, rare guest!"
Feng Xinglang's uncomfortable noise, "What kind of wind blows Mr. Song Tai to my office?"
Long aware of Feng Xinglang's arrival, Cong Gang slowly stood up.
"you guess!"
In general, Cong just used these two words when he did not reply to the letter.
In other words, the question thrown by Feng Xinglang was thrown back to Feng Xinglang, and he asked himself to answer the question.
Feng Xinglang was too lazy to answer Cong Gang's rhetorical question, his eyes fell on the medical box.
He remembered that Cong had just told him before going to Munich:
[It's about your health, I have to go in person! 】
Judging from the medical case brought back by this dog thing, it must be something like medicine.
"What's wrong with Lao Tzu?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
Cong Gang did not answer, but opened the medical box.
"Cong Gang, Laozi is already a person who sees his grandchildren, and he can accept any disease! You don't need to hide with Laozi!"
With a burst of mist, Feng Xinglang saw two injections; one of them was empty, and the other was filled with a dark blue liquid in a spiral glass tube.
"What is this? What is it for?" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and asked.
Cong Gang still didn't speak, but took out the injection containing the dark blue medicine.
Then you quietly responded: "Good things, specially for you to treat diseases!"
"Caterpillar, you tell me the truth is going to die!"
Feng Xinglang did not feel any discomfort in his body. But Cong Gang said that it was specifically for his treatment, and he had to wonder if he was really sick.
Cong Gang is of course inconvenient to tell Feng Xinglang the truth.
Not to mention that this is the top secret of the Merton Biotechnology Company, which contains the research results of the five generations of pharmaceutical talents of the Merton family; even if it is true, it is not clear at first, and it is not necessary in the second.
"Sit down!" Cong Gang said warmly.
Seeing Cong Gang not answering himself, Feng Xinglang did not continue to ask.
Anyway, he is already a person who sees Sun, even if he is going to die from a violent illness, it is worth it.
Therefore, Feng Xinglang listened to Cong Gang, sat obediently on the executive chair, and then looked up at Cong Gang who was busy beside him.
It should be worried that the blue potion in the spiral glass tube was too cold, and Cong Gang pinched it in his palm for a while.
"Cancer? Blood disease? Neuron disease?"
Feng Xinglang exhaled slightly, "I don't want to tell me, do you? Then you say directly, how many more days can I live?"
Cong Gang did not reply to Xinglang, but tore his shirt open to reveal the deltoid muscle of the upper arm.
"Five years? One year? Six months? Three months?"
Seeing Cong Gang still didn't mean to answer him, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "Will there be only a few days left? Is it enough for me to write my will?"
"Want to die? Beautiful you!"
Cong Gang faded out a gentle light smile, "The time will be a bit long, you bear with it."
An hour ago, the needle that Cong had just injected himself was completed within a few seconds, and he felt that the blood vessels in the whole body had burst, so he decided to give Feng Xinglang a slow injection of the medicine.
The needle was stuck in the deltoid muscle of Feng Xinglang's upper arm. He just slapped his eyebrow lightly without any resistance.
Because he believes Cong Gang!
That's trust in exchange for life and flesh and blood!
Moreover, Cong Gang really wanted his life, it was too easy.
Just because of his ability to haunt him, or to give him something to eat, even if he had nine lives in Feng Xinglang, it would not be enough to just kill him!
Cong Gang made preparations for Feng Xinglang's resistance; but he did not expect Feng Xinglang to be so obedient and cooperative.
He looked up at Cong Gang who stuck himself with a needle so quietly, without saying a word.
Feng Xinglang was sitting, and Cong Gang was standing; from Feng Xinglang's perspective, he could see Cong Gang's throat, chin, and that firm face.
"So cooperate?"
Cong Gang gently stroked the deltoid muscle of Feng Xinglang's needled upper arm with his fingers, so that this muscle can be in a more relaxed state.
"Laozi's life was saved by you from Hetun, and that Seresto...if you want, take it!"
Because Feng Xinglang was clear: Cong Gang went to the Merton family in person for thousands of miles, just to get him back with a poison to destroy him?
Where is it so troublesome!
"So sincere?"
Cong Gang smiled faintly and leaned over to take a closer look at the condition of Feng Xinglang's upper arm deltoid.
"Bugs, if Lao Tzu is really going to die of violent illness, can you put you on the back?"
Feng Xinglang exclaimed slightly, "Wife and children are reluctant to think, and they can only think of you!"
"Okay, it's up to you!"
Cong Gang even agreed to the unreasonable request of Feng Xinglang.
"Caterpillar, you promised to be so refreshing, don't you think I can't kill you at all?" Feng Xinglang snorted.
"Although you can't beat me, you can kill me with words!"
Cong Gang smiled warmly.
He thought that Feng Xinglang's recklessness would certainly not allow him to pill him casually. But he didn't want Feng Xinglang to be surprisingly obedient.
As a result, Cong Gang slowed down the speed of the injection, which would make Feng Xinglang more comfortable.
"Bug, because of the friendship between us, you can just say... What kind of disease am I suffering from? Let me die!"
Feng Xinglang still felt that he should be sick. Otherwise, Cong Gang wouldn't say that for his own health, he hurried to the Merton family.
"So afraid of death?" Cong Gang said warmly.
The medicine has been injected by half, and Feng Xinglang has always been very cooperative.
"Don't be afraid that I can't stand it! I can't stand it, can't I still put you on the back pad!"
Feng Xinglang wanted to put out Cong Gang's words in a gentle tone.
Although, he has not been able to draw any clues from Cong Gang's facial expression.
Because Cong Gang has always been such a "mask", it is really not a good judgement.
"So, you don't have any psychological burden at all!"
Cong Gang comforted Feng Xinglang who always wanted to put his words on, "Even if it is dead, isn't it still me who will back you up!"
"Caterpillar, otherwise, will you take me to the hospital for a detailed examination?"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't misdiagnose, and it's not good to give me messy medications! Let's go to the hospital!"
"Relax, I'm much clearer than your doctor about your problems!" Cong Gang said lightly.
"Do you really want to tell me?"
Feng Xinglang frowned, pretending to be unreasonable.
"I'll tell you later! Relax, and with me, you can't die!"
Cong Gang, like coaxing the child, successfully pushed the remaining medicine into the deltoid muscle of Feng Xinglang's upper arm.
Seeing Cong Gang did not intend to say, Feng Xinglang was too lazy to ask.
Because of his trust in Cong Gang, he no longer needs to use words to refute anything.
Even if Cong Gang really wanted his life, he admitted!
Feng Xinglang's eyes fell on another empty injection, "Who used it? Wouldn't it be you?"
"Well, I used it! I got you back as a mouse!" Cong Gang said warmly.
"Caterpillar, did you take this thing from Phine? Or did you get it from his witch mother Alia?" Feng Xinglang asked in a police voice. "Is there a difference?" Cong Gang asked lightly.