Chapter 2612: Love you, I have the final say 93

Seeing Feng Xinglang lamenting the impermanence of the world, Cong Gang curled his lips slightly.
"I'm so bored...not so much!"
Cong Gang opened the insulated lunch box and said slowly, "When you are rational, you are also very approachable!"
Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang sideways and asked in a daunting manner:
"What about when it is unreasonable?"
"I don't know what you are like! What else can I do? I can't beat you like a bug!"
Cong Gang sighed softly. This is what he said in his heart.
Feng Xinglang is so stingy that he can't beat it, or say it.
As long as one doesn't go well, he will hold back with you!
When you lift the bar, lift the bar, the key is still hands!
What Cong Gang fears most is Feng Xinglang's hands-on actions!
Just hit it hard, but he will only use those tricks!
Cong Gang sometimes crashes directly!
After listening, Feng Xinglang felt something was wrong;
As a result, he violently sat up straight from the executive chair, "What is meant by not beating me like a bug? It seems that you have never beaten my bugs?!"
Looking at Feng Xinglang's appearance of eating people, Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly.
I know that someone is already a scumbag in protecting the calf!
"I didn't fight too much... just occasionally cuffed my ears to wake up!"
In fact, Cong Gang almost never played Feng Xiaochong.
To scold Feng Xiaochong, Cong Gang only needs one look.
"Punching ears!! Are you always pulling the ears of my bug?!"
In fact, Cong Gang just said that casually;
But Feng Xinglang, who is a father, has taken heart!
He leaned over to pull Cong Gang's ears, but was avoided by Cong Gang in a calm manner.
"Oh, your little son clings to my daughter, kisses and hugs him; you can't stand it if I pull his ears; Feng Fifteen is just a little closer to your daughter, so you beat him to the skin?!
Cong Gang did not miss an opportunity to enlighten Feng Xinglang.
He wanted Feng Xinglang to slowly open up his heart and accept Feng Fifteen as his son-in-law, who is a long-lived dragon.
With Feng Xinglang's ardent posture, most people would not dare to marry his little evil!
"Dead bug, are you trying to avenge me for your disciple?"
Feng Xinglang’s logical thinking has always been so strange:
"If you want revenge, you can come at me! What is your ability to beat my youngest son?!"
"If you think my education is wrong, you can take your son back and raise it yourself!"
Cong Gang picked up the nourishing and nourishing ginseng soup from the insulated lunch box, as well as refreshing and refreshing mushrooms.
"Cong Gang, are you trying to boil me to death with warm water?"
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, "You raised my youngest son, and then provoke the relationship between father and son between me and Xiao Chong? Cong Gang, when did you become so bad?!"
A dog biting Lu Dongbin would not be more suitable for Feng Xinglang!
"When Xiao Chong was young, I didn't see how your father cares about him?"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, "Don't worry, I am not interested in other people's sons! Because I have no shortage of people who are filial to me!"
If this is said, it is more provocative!
Because beside Feng Xinglang, there is no one who can obey him!
Does it mean that the evening scene is so sad? !
"Haha! Your elder filial son was beaten by me for the fifteenth seal. Are you uncomfortable?!"
Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"The true filial piety of Feng Fifteen is you! But you are blinded by your doting daughter! You can't see Feng Fifteen's true filial piety to you!"
Cong Gang added another sentence just right, "However, from now on, you don't want to get the fifteenth filial piety again! Let those who you think are truly filial, stay by your side!"
Cong Gang has been arguing with all his strength for Feng Xing's image in Feng Xinglang's mind.
"All the guys who want to covet my daughter will be killed without pardon!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"Okay, I know that you are good at becoming the president!"
Cong Gang tested the temperature, "Drink the soup! But your little son made the soup for you himself!"
With the latter sentence, it is obvious that he wants Feng Xinglang to drink more submissively.
"Don't drink it! You get angry when you mention the kid who recognizes the thief as the father!"
Feng Xinglang sat back in the executive chair again.
"Actually, this soup was made by the chef of Yulongcheng..."
Cong Gang coaxed Feng Xinglang's temper like a kid.
"Then don't drink it! That kid Yan Wuhao is not a good thing either!"
Feng Xinglang should have been wary of his innocence against the small report.
I always thought that Yan Wuhao was a hard-fought child with no father or mother; he gave some care and love!
But I didn't think that the longer the boy Yan Wuhao would be? !
Is this the rhythm for fear that the world will not be chaotic! !
Cong Gang lowered his eyebrows slightly, without answering Feng Xinglang's words.
Because Yan Wuhao had a criminal record of making a small report, he added a video of Yan Wuhao's fifteenth and beatings to Feng Linwan, and Feng Xinglang would never doubt the truth of the matter!
Cong Gang didn't worry that Feng Xinglang would go to Yan Wuhao to verify!
Because whether Yan Wuhao admits it or does not admit it, he can't change Feng Xinglang's belief that he did it!
And the possibility of Feng Xinglang going to verify is almost zero!
Because his baby girl has already said to him: The video was sent to you by Wu Hao!
In fact, Feng Xinglang doesn't care about these details; he pays more attention to the bad results!
"Drink some! If your baby girl knows that Daddy hasn't eaten well, she will feel distressed!"
Cong Gang suddenly felt that he was really servile!
Does this ruffian drink soup or not, does he need such perseverance?
He doesn't eat and he is hungry! !
Is this lack of ancestors to serve you? !
It seems that the ancestors really want to serve: Cong Gang held a spoon and fed it to Feng Xinglang's mouth!
"No! No appetite!"
Feng Xinglang really has no appetite.
The violent beating of Feng Fifteen Natong last night left him physically and mentally exhausted!
It feels like the whole person is fished out of the water, and the whole body is soaked with coldness to the bones!
"You have to drink more if you have no appetite! Do you want your daughter to see a languid father?"
Cong Gang once again fed the soup to Feng Xinglang's mouth; Feng Xinglang subconsciously opened his mouth and drank it.
The picture is still very warm.
As warm as an old father pampering his own son!
Feng Xinglang is the spoiled son! !
"Is there only this faint soup?" Feng Xinglang frowned.
Cong Gang immediately fed Feng Xinglang a piece of braised beef.
Feng Xinglang, who was chewing on beef, seemed to be quieter.
Just when Cong Gang fed Feng Xinglang the second piece of beef, the secretary came in recklessly.
I saw this scene: The former bodyguard was feeding some unknown food to the President!
Cong Gang calmly stuffed the beef on the chopsticks into Feng Xinglang's mouth;
And Feng Xinglang calmly ate it!
There is no one else!
"You have a handicapped President Feng! You should come and feed him! An hour later, if he becomes dark in the hall and foaming at his mouth, remember to call an ambulance!"
Cong Gang gave a faint sound, and then put down the dishes. Then he walked out of the president's office quietly.
The secretary stood there in horror.
"Feng... Chief Feng, he... did he poison you?"
Is the President Feng's meeting hall blacked out? Foaming at the mouth?
Isn't this a sign of poisoning? !
"I... do I need to call the police?" the secretary asked tremblingly.
"No need! I'll beg that guy to give me some antidote!"
Feng Xinglang played with the frightened little secretary very cooperatively.
"President Feng... You... Are you being... put under house arrest by him?"
The little secretary asked tentatively.
"Hush! Be quiet, if that guy hears it, he will kill him!"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.
It looks like it would be a pity not to be an actor!
"Ah...ah, no? Oh my god...then am I in danger of life?"
The little secretary smeared such a thick powder, and he could even see that his face turned pale with fright.
"Don't be afraid! The person he wants to control is me... as long as you don't provoke him, you'll be fine!"
Feng Xinglang frightened the little secretary leisurely.
"Then... then do we need to call the police?"
The little secretary glanced behind him subconsciously.
"If you still want to see the sun tomorrow morning, you'd better not report it!"
Feng Xinglang ate the last piece of beef, "Don't worry, he will give me the antidote! You can do things with peace of mind!"
"Oh... this is the next quarter's promotional copy for the planning department, please take a look."
The little secretary sent the folder he was holding to Feng Xing for a glance.
"Let it go! I'm handicapped, I don't want to watch it now!"
Feng Xinglang said mockingly.
Occasionally teasing the little secretary is to give a boring office a bit of fun.
"Then...then I'll go out to do things first! Mr. Feng, if you feel unwell, call me... I'll call an ambulance for you."
The little secretary still cares about President Feng Da.
Not only because of President Fengda’s salary, but also because of the charming and handsome President Fengda.
"Don't worry, I can't die! That guy, he dare not kill me for the time being!"
Feng Xinglang let out a quiet voice, adding a strange sense of reality.
The little secretary was frightened and stumbled out.
When Feng Xinglang calmed down, he took out Feng 15's phone from the drawer again.
To say that Feng Xinglang still has some feelings for Feng Fifteen; but such a weak feeling is not worth mentioning in front of his own biological daughter!
Fortunately Feng Fifteen did not do the worst behavior to his daughter. Otherwise, Feng Xinglang really has to consider whether to send someone to chase him down! !
In fact, Feng Xinglang also knows that there are not many people who can hunt down the 15th; it is estimated that even the current Xing Twelve may not be the opponent of the 15th!
To say that this Hetun is really at the age of Hanyu's grandson!
As long as his grandson Feng Linnuo is with him, he doesn't care about his son Feng Xinglang!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang's cell phone rang, and the call came from Yan Wuhao!
It was the phone with the Fifteenth Seal! Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly: pick it up or not?