Chapter 1339: Child debt

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As Wei Kang said:
Whether you can see Cong Gang's face depends entirely on Cong Gang's mood!
If he wants you to see, you don't want to see it; if he doesn't want you to see, even if you dig Shen Cheng three feet, you can't see him!
He just can do this wayward!
When Feng Xinglang arrived, the fourth old Yanawar stood still by the door, motionless like a sculpture. Only his eyes moved as Feng Xinglang moved. When Feng Xinglang came in, he didn't stop.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Cong Gang's world is no longer quiet. His closed eyes were disturbed by Feng Xinglang's rampage with flames!
Feng Xinglang can come at this time, it should be lost!
Lost in the uproar of his son's insistence!
"Why, you haven't died yet?"
Feng Xinglang's low voice suppressed depression and anger.
Cong was silent. Obviously, he didn't want to talk to Feng Xinglang who was irritable. This kind of Feng Xinglang will only be entangled with him.
"I want to take care of a child who is only 7 years old? Oh, can you be a little more mean and shameless?"
Feng Xinglang hissed, every word irritated.
Cong Gang narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Feng Xinglang slightly, and hummed gently: "So what?"
Feng Xinglang hates most, and even hates Cong Gang's rhetoric: No one in his eyes can make people grit their teeth!
Furious, Feng Xinglang picked up the placket of Cong Gang's pajamas, "What the do you want?"
Before Feng Xinglang's words landed, he was attacked with a heavy hand knife between his neck and neck, making his entire arm trembled.
Following that, he was back-cranked by the oldest four-year-old Yanawar and could not move. The more Feng Xinglang struggled, the tighter Yanawah got around him.
"Throw it out!"
Cong just fainted. Doesn't seem to have any annoyance, "When you calm down, please come to me!"
A word for "Beg", Feng Xinglang was so angry that he was so angry.
"Cong Gang, if your mother dares to leave the father-son relationship between me and Nuo Nuo, Lao Tzu will never spare you!"
Cong Gang turned to his side, glancing at Feng Xinglang, who was struggling hard, and hissed between his teeth: "Your son is more affectionate than you! You are a shameless rogue plus asshole! ! "
The oldest four-year-old Yanawar was not Wei Kang, and his work was so upright: Boss let Feng Xinglang be thrown out, and he really threw Feng Xinglang out of the villa's door in a hard way.
I don't know what to watch or symbolically execute orders!
Why was Yannava thrown out, Feng Xinglang sat on the floor, lit a cigarette, and slowly swallowed the clouds and mist.
The handsome face after the smoky air is a clear sight!
Yanawah couldn't read what Feng Xinglang was sitting on the lawn, but judging by Feng Xinglang's expression, he should have calmed down.
About three minutes later, about the time of a cigarette, Yannava entered Cong Gang's bedroom again.
"Boss, Feng Xinglang said he has calmed down and wants to talk to you!"
Yanawah was so straightforward; what Feng Xinglang said, how he reported.
Cong Gang's eyelids lifted, and he said softly, "Well, let him in!"
Even the embarrassed Feng Xinglang has his own unique charm. Even wearing a suit covered with grass, still upright and handsome.
"Old fourth, go out first. I have state secrets to talk to your boss!"
Judging from his posture just now, it can be seen that his EQ is normal; so Feng Xinglang randomly found an excuse to take him away.
"No! The second child said, so I must always stay by the side of Boss! In case Feng Xinglang, you treacherous!"
This is indeed the original word of Wei Kang. It was just that Yanawah said so unabashedly, how he listened and how owed.
"Which second child? Is it in the pants? Get out of here!"
After being urged by Feng Xinglang, Yanawah turned around and left after receiving Boss's instructions.
The bedroom was quiet again. Quiet enough to hear Feng Xinglang's microstrip heavy breath.
Feng Xinglang approached, sat down along the bed, and looked at Cong Gang so quietly.
Feeling Feng Xinglang's staring gaze, Cong Gang lowered his eyes slightly and moved his head to the side.
"Where is the injury? It should be serious? Otherwise, a person who looks so good to you will not always lie on the bed like this!"
This concern sounded exceptionally warm; in line with the action of concern, Feng Xing reached out to lift the air-conditioning blanket on Cong Gang's body.
But Cong Gang quickly clasped his wrist!
"There is something to talk about! Don't touch me!"
It can be seen that Cong Gang was worried that Feng Xinglang would mess up. And it's kind of messy regardless of the occasion. He was awkward, and it was a bit arduous to resist the brutal and shameless Feng Xinglang.
"Thank you for your great favor for my family Nono! I don't want to report it, ten million cheques show my heart!"
Feng Xinglang took out the check from his pocket that was accurate last night and delivered it to Cong Gang.
Cong Gang didn't even glance at it, but just said briefly: "Then owe it!"
"Yeah? What do you mean?"
Feng Xinglang felt that Cong Gang seemed to have something to say.
"When your son can get rid of the entanglement and pampering of your dear, it's not too late to return me!"
Cong Gang made it clear, but fell into the ears of Feng Xinglang, but he was literally pitted.
"Cong Gang, do you want my son to bear your debt for life?"
Feng Xinglang couldn't calm down any more, "You're good enough! Don't go too far!"
"Debt repayment, righteousness! You spoil your son and don't care about giving and returning it is your own business! If your son owes me, he must pay me back! I have no obligation to do these things for him for free!
Cong Gang originally intended to educate Lin Nuo's children through this incident. Now it seems that even the little ones' relatives have also been educated!
Feng Xinglang was silent. He stared quietly at Cong Gang's rigid and unnatural face.
For a long time, Feng Xinglang asked softly, "How do you want my son to pay back? Mop the ground for you? Wash and cook? Pour tea and quilt?"
"Then you think: How can I make it appropriate to call your son?" Cong Gang asked quietly.
"I know you've worked hard ... you've been hurt!"
Feng Xinglang said as he began to take off his suit and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
Cong Gang subconsciously squeezed the air conditioner covering his body, "What do you want to do?"
"My son and my father repay! My son is still a minor child. He owes you kindness, and I will repay it for him!"
Feng Xinglang rolled up the sleeves on both arms. "Say, what do you want me to do? Wash and cook? Or bath and change?"