Chapter 945: Heart to heart

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The heart is a little bit better. It was originally used as a metaphor for the love between men and women who are in love;
And now, the metaphors of each other's minds can comprehend them.
In fact, it is not necessarily his wife Lin Xueluo who knows Feng Xinglang best; nor is his brother Feng Lixin who is sympathetic to brothers and sisters; nor is he a good friend Yan Yan; but someone who has always had a close relationship with him!
Hetun has made full preparations. He wants to send Xing Shishi, who hasn't met before, to his son Feng Xinglang as a bodyguard in order to ensure the safety of his son's family at a close distance!
Everything is ready, only the way of giving away!
If you send Xing Shishi directly to Feng Xinglang as a bodyguard, 80% of it will be a blunt rejection!
Therefore, Hetun thought of daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo!
Even though Xue Luo had any dissatisfaction with his father-in-law, Hetun believed that Xue Luo would focus on the overall situation, for her husband and her son, and thus accept Xing Shishi's.
It may be easier to let son Fengxinglang accept Xing Shishi through this channel.
however……
Hetun can think of that person even more!
After all, he is 20 to 30 years younger than Hetun, and his thinking activity is stronger than the aging Hetun!

Feng Xinglang made a contract with Yan Bang.
Of course, it is not to go to him to talk about life and ideals.
It's estimated that crickets like Yan Bang can't change their nature even after entering the coffin!
Feng Xinglang came to find a bodyguard for himself and his wife and children.
The people of Yanbang, Feng Xinglang don't want to use it!
The person Feng Xinglang wants to find must be clean and clever, but not clever; he must be agile, but not conspiracy.
A blank piece of paper can make Feng Xinglang sketch and cultivate as he wants!
This is the underground boxing arena of Royal Dragon City.
To be straightforward, it's black punch.
Every day here: people die for wealth, birds die for food!
Killing for that meager reward!
In the middle of the arena, there is a platform with a height of more than one meter, a square shape, 15 meters long and 15 meters wide.
As soon as Yan Bang pushed Feng Xinglang's wheelchair into the room, there was a burst of noise and shouts.
The roar of the hormonal horror started, as if the tide was rising, trembling Feng Xinglang's eardrum.
In fact, Feng Xinglang does not advocate these fights, and even dislikes them.
Especially after he had a wife and children; so his eyebrows were raised slightly.
Seeing Feng Xinglang always focused on the young man on the stage, a middle-aged man with a straight suit greeted him, and introduced Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang as if they were selling.
"Mr. Yan, the young man is Ba Song, a mixed Chinese and Thai, 20 years old, and an orphan. The punch was good, and he was calm enough. It was just lack of experience ...
"This yellow-haired boy is too tender! Find a little calmer for the second grandpa!"
The young man named Ba Song did not get into Yan Bang's eyes from the beginning.
In Yan Bang's view: it's not tuneful to get a hairy boy to follow Feng Xinglang!
And Feng Xinglang urgently needs manpower recently!
An inexperienced gimmick, how can he serve his Feng Erye!
But Feng Xinglang didn't think so: the boy looked very young, his sweaty face, and he was not childish. He was wearing a pair of wide shorts with a cautious gait; he seemed to be embarrassed, but stepped on his own pace. His eyes were firm, like a sleepy beast waiting for opportunity; but his opponent was a muscular, strong adult man.
Most of the time, the boy just carefully kept a distance of two or three steps with the opponent, making full use of the width of the ring and the opponent's circle. Opportunity to give the opponent a punch ...
The muscular adult man looked like a cat playing with a mouse; but he who was unable to succeed for a while and looked a little bit angry. Every punch he hit was fatal; but it seemed that boy could save himself every time.
The advantages of a boy are strong: he is alert, fast, and has a great understanding of boxing skills, and can learn and use them in a short period of time. His explosive power is strong; his disadvantages are: his boxing is a bit messy and his body is not full , Experience is obviously insufficient.
Therefore, his defeat is inevitable.
What defeated him was nothing more than the experience and routine of the other party!
In the background, in the corner of a warehouse remodeled room, the boy silently cleaned the wound.
Despite the obvious bleeding and redness on the cheeks and shoulders, the boy was not fatally injured.
On the side of the boy was a plastic bag containing a meager reward for his appearance: a little cash and some food.
In this dark underground boxing arena where the winner is the king and the loser is the invader, losing is tantamount to nothing.
Or you can only start over.
Seeing someone approaching, the boy's subconsciously closer plastic bag was closer.
Looking up at Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang who stopped in front of him, the boy no longer seemed to be nervous about his plastic bag, but continued to deal with his wound.
Perhaps the luxurious materials on Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang made the boys realize that they would not care about the shabby little money in his plastic bag.
But Feng Xinglang went the other way.
"Bang, I want the contents of his plastic bag! Bring it for me!"
Feng Xinglang, who was unable to move in a wheelchair, gave orders to Yan Bang.
"..."
Although Yan Bang did not know exactly what Feng Xinglang intended, but what he wanted, as long as he had it, he would give it; even if he didn't, he would create conditions to satisfy his second son!
Therefore, Yan Bang didn't even ask, and rushed forward to the plastic bag beside the boy.
But Yan Bang's hand was gone!
Before Yanbang had all the moves, he had taken a big step back with that plastic bag.
At this moment, the boy's keenness and alertness appeared again.
The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips evoked a smile.
"I'm your mother's X! Dare to grab something from your Uncle Yan? Dare to hide?"
Yan Bang, who was unable to succeed, was instantly ashamed and angry, and the presence of Feng Xinglang helped fuel his anger.
Yan Bang raised his fist and smashed at the boy; but the boy once again avoided the danger.
Before waiting for Yan Bang to hit the second punch, he bowed, and then leaped over from Yan Bang's waist, and fled in the exact direction of the exit.
Yan Bang chased after pulling his leg.
If he really let the boy run away, he would throw his face and lizi together in front of his second elder.
Say something to get back your dignity!
This is the site of Yanbang. With his fate, it is impossible for the boy to run out of this underground 'grave' with all exits closed. He couldn't fly even if he inserted his wings.
Half an hour later, the boy was pushed to Feng Xinglang by Yan Bang.
"Kneel!"
Yan Bang had a heavy memory and kicked the boy directly on his knees in front of Feng Xinglang's wheelchair.
"Run? Run away! Why don't you run? I let you run!"
Yan Bang stepped on the boy's back with one foot, making his face stick to the ground.
"Dare to spread wild on Lao Tzu's territory, you tired!"
Yan Bang's head was fiercely embarrassing towards the boy's head; the boy knew he couldn't escape, but he couldn't beat him. He could only hold his head with both hands to protect the head from being damaged.
Feng Xinglang in a wheelchair looked down at the boy kneeling beside his wheelchair.
"Do you need my help?"
He asked, Jun Yi's face was lightly smiled with friendliness.
The boy raised his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang, and slightly squirmed the corners of his lips, but still lowered his head.
The man talking to him on the wheelchair was pushed forward by Boss Yan; from the level of concern when Boss Yan pushed him, they were obviously a group. Ask him for help?
Yan Bang threw the stolen plastic bag to Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang took a look at it: two hundred cash, some commercials' advertisements, two bottles of medicine to stop bleeding and stasis, and some packages Hand tear beef and bread.
Feng Xinglang tore open a packet of beef and pulled a piece into his mouth.
Very chewy and very hungry.
Feng Xinglang ate so slowly.
Yan Bang watched for a while, then leaned over and pulled a piece from Feng Xinglang's hand and put it in his mouth to eat.
"Do you want to drink? Coffee or wine?"
Such a leisurely mode falls in the eyes of boys, and every second is a disguised torment.
"Red wine! Drink in your room in a while!"
Feng Xinglang's answer was ... very amazing!
Yan Bang's rich eyes lighted up instantly, "Leopard head, let the cook prepare the vegetables!"
"Good President Yan." The panther head retreated.
Feng Xinglang looked at the boy half-lying on the ground again: Looks like a clever boy who can read and watch!
"Do you need my help?"
Feng Xinglang asked again.
The boy wriggled his lips again, looking like he was making a choice.
It was a long time before he nodded. "Need."
"It's a pity that you answered too carelessly! So let me give you three days to think about it! Three days later, we will continue talking!"
Leaving this incredible word, Feng Xinglang was pushed away by Yan Bang in his wheelchair.

In the long and comfortable business car, Yan Bang laid Feng Xinglang's injured leg flat on the sofa and put a cushion on his back.
"Lang, wouldn't you really fancy that hairy guy?"
"Hesitating."
Feng Xinglang called slightly, "But the guy looks pretty good: people are smart and sharp-minded."
"Be smart!"
Yan Bang snorted, "It's a little slipper!"
"I'm still a child! President Yan has a lot of adults, so don't have general knowledge with other children!"
In order for the boy to stay in Yulong City and suffer less crime, Feng Xinglang spoke a few words for him.
"Child? This child is old enough!"
Compliments Yan Bang naturally also loves to listen.
Not to mention compliments from Feng Xinglang!
Feng Xinglang did not stay in Yulong City to drink, but rushed back to GK Ventures.
Half an hour later, an obscure Volkswagen Tiguan drove out of the underground parking lot. Feng Xinglang sat in the car.
He is going to meet someone!