Chapter 2633: Love you, I have the final say 114

When Xing Twelve, who had sent away the detoxification expert, returned, he saw his adoptive father Hetun sitting on the chair of the imperial teacher with a sad look.
"Foster father, I have asked Lao Xing to replace the security system."
Xing Twelve Wen Sheng reported to the sad adoptive father, "I also sent additional staff."
"no need……"
Hetun sighed slightly, "Xing Er is right, Song Tai is more terrifying than we thought! He is free to come and go in Repulse Bay, not once or twice!"
"Foster father, you said that Song Tai... would it really poison Prince Xing?"
Xing Twelve asked suspiciously.
Hetun squinted slightly, "What do you mean? Don't you believe the detoxification guy?"
"I think... there may be a certain misunderstanding in this!"
Xing Twelve expressed his doubts, "If Song Tai really wants to use Prince Xing to deal with you, I'm afraid it was done a few years ago! Why wait until now!"
"But Aran's symptoms of poisoning are obvious... we have to doubt it!"
Hetun did not want to be an enemy of Cong Gang.
But since it was on the market, and it threatened the comfort of his son, he had no shirk.
"Foster father, I think... this is more about Prince Xing! He knows Cong Gang better than we do!"
After a slight pause, Xing Twelve glanced at the face of his foster father Hetun, and then said quietly:
"I think Prince Xing is right: If Song Tai really wants Prince Xing's life, or his foster father... there is no need to take Prince Xing hostage so much trouble!"
"Maybe Song Tai just wants to play with our father and son!"
Hetun snorted coldly, "Look at what he did: he wrote his grandson on Alang's forehead! It is simply a contempt for my Hetun, and a shameful shame to my Alang!!"
Seeing the foster father was angry, Xing Twelve did not continue to say anything.
I thought that the foster father would become more kind when he was accompanied by great-grandchildren and great-granddaughters when he was older;
But when it comes to these fights, killings, grievances, grievances, and hatred, they are still so violent and cruel!
"By the way, you make a call and let Ke Ben come back!"
Hetun urged urgently, "Just say that the foster father needs him to come back immediately in an urgent matter!"
"Well, I'm going to call Cobain now!"
Xing Twelve retired.
Until now, Hetun had not noticed the relationship between Cong Gang and Ke Ben.
Perhaps as his own son said: Cong Gang wanted to kill Hetun, it was so easy!
There is no need to take Feng Xinglang as a hostage so much trouble!
Besides, writing "Grandson" on Feng Xinglang's forehead is very time-consuming and energy-consuming!
If you spend this time and energy on assassinating Hetun... I am afraid that the three Hetuns will no longer see the sun today!
It is enough to prove that Cong Gang didn't even think about finding revenge for the old man Hetun!
But Hetun felt wishful thinking: Cong Gang just wanted to play with their father and son!
There is indeed a playful element!
But Cong Gang is only interested in playing Feng Xinglang!
As for the bad old man in Hetun, Cong Gang has no idea of ​​playing tricks at all!
Hetun really thinks too much this time!
...
Feng Xinglang returned to the room and found his mobile phone on the bedside.
After thinking about the jet lag, it was about one or two in the morning in Munich at this time, which was during deep sleep;
In view of Fein's disability and poor legs and feet, Feng Xinglang was still a gentleman's choice after a few hours before calling him to ask.
Feng Xinglang, unable to swallow his breath, began to call Cong Gang.
No matter how Feng Xinglang dialed, Cong Gang's cell phone was turned off.
Writing "Grandson" on Tai Sui's head, Cong Gang is also afraid of being scolded!
Moreover, he could predict how angry Feng Xinglang is at this moment!
It is estimated that when someone answers the phone, someone can directly scold him to death.
Therefore, Cong Gang chose to avoid his edge-shut down!
Wait until this guy calms down!
"Dog stuff, dare to write'Grandson' on Lao Tzu's forehead, why didn't you answer the phone?!"
Feng Xinglang really suffocated his anger. Coupled with the fact that Cong just shut down, he became even more angry.
"Daddy, don't you be angry... Maybe the big bug is still sleeping and I haven't heard the phone ring!"
Feng Xiaochong immediately ran over to comfort his violent daddy.
"Hehe... can he sleep peacefully? How can he sleep?"
The phone Feng Xinglang smashed out was caught by Feng Xiaochong.
"Daddy, don't be angry! I'll fall asleep again later, it will scare the old man Hetun!"
Feng Xiaochong was worried that the scumbag fainted accidentally, and then the old man Hetun would blame the big insect again.
"Dog stuff, deceive me! Don't let Lao Tzu catch you, or you will look good!"
Feng Xinglang is already eager to figure out how to strip Cong Gang off, and then write his grandson all over him!
"Little bug, you go out first to see if your sister is up late."
Feng Xinglang calmed down and said, "You arrange her to eat early, and later Daddy will send him to school!"
"Well then! Daddy, you have to be obedient and not angry!"
After Feng Xiaochong smoothed the anger in his chest to his father, he ran out to see his late sister who got up.
After thinking for a few minutes, Feng Xinglang still called Fein.
Although it is not polite to call at this time to influence Fein's rest, it is easier to tell the truth when a person is half asleep and half awake.
The past call rang for a while before being connected.
"Hey...who?"
Fein was really convinced by the father and son Feng Linnuo.
Looks like a gentleman, but one is more rude than the other.
Knowing that it was President Feng Da who was calling, Fein deliberately asked this question without knowing it.
"I Feng Xinglang... I'm sorry, I interrupted you to rest!" Feng Xinglang apologized warmly.
"It doesn't get in the way... you are a major shareholder, and you are welcome to check your work at any time!"
Fein's words brought a slight ridicule.
"Well, I want to know: The medicine Cong Gang brought back from you a few days ago... what kind of illness is it treating?"
Feng Xinglang asked straightforwardly.
Fein was silent for a while, and then asked: "Why, Mr. Songtai didn't tell you?"
"Tell me! But I want to confirm with you!"
Feng Xinglang was clamoring at Ta Feen's words again.
"Sorry, I can't say it! I hope you forgive me, Mr. Feng!"
Unexpectedly, Fein turned out to be a straight child and directly rejected Feng Xinglang.
He didn't give him a chance to play his own words.
"Can't say? Why?"
Feng Xinglang's eyebrows furrowed deeper.
"I dare not say... I'm afraid of losing my life!"
Fein said calmly.
"You can tell me boldly, I can save your life!"
Feng Xinglang started his captive guidance again.
"You can't save my life...so I can only protect myself!"
Fein sighed slightly, "You really want to know, you can ask Mr. Song Tai! He is the only one who can tell you the answer!"
Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment, "Fin, what if I threaten you as a major shareholder?"
"Then I can only take the blame and resign!"
Feinwen added another sentence, "President Feng, I know you will not embarrass me as a junior!"
Feng Xinglang was silent again.
After a long time, he said, "Fin, you have to believe in my ability to bear it! There is no terminal illness, I can't bear it! I'm all a grandson, so I won't be a doctor!"
"Hahahaha..."
But he didn't expect Fein to laugh straight out, "Why, Mr. Song Tai told you that you have a terminal illness?"
"Isn't it?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.
"Hahahaha... if you want to say terminally ill... the person who got it is definitely not you!"
Finn laughed again. He did not expect that Songtai would use terminal illness to coax the chief executive officer.
In fact, this is just Feng Xinglang's own subjective imagination.
"Who is that?" Feng Xinglang continued to ask.
"Hmm... To be precise, the person who is terminally ill should be Mr. Song Tai himself!"
In fact, Fein's answer to Feng Xinglang was a joke.
But in this, there is a deep meaning that Feng Xing can't understand!
"What? Cong Gang has a terminal illness? What disease? Cancer?" Feng Xinglang said anxiously.
Seeing Feng Xinglang actually believed, Fein quickly corrected:
"Haha, I lied to you! Both you and Mr. Songtai are fine!"
"Fin, this kind of joke, with my elders...somewhat inappropriate!"
Feng Xinglang said quietly.
"President Feng, neither you nor Mr. Songtai are sick! If you are not at ease, you can come with Mr. Songtai, and I will do a full-body examination for you!"
Fein could hear the anger in Feng Xinglang's words.
"Then I will trouble you another day!"
After a short pause, Feng Xinglang exchanged his interest, "Since I am not ill, why did Songtai inject me with medicine? And I still have symptoms of fainting without symptoms?"
"President Feng, you can rest assured, after another week, your symptoms will disappear."
Fein's statement is almost the same as Cong Gang's description.
It seemed that the two of them had been stunned long ago.
"Songtai got the medicine back from your Melton Biotechnology and injected it into my body...I always have the right to know?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
"President Feng, let me tell you that..."
Fein chatted with Feng Xinglang for more than half an hour, until the cry of his daughter Feng Linwan came from the living room.
"I have to go to school today! No one can stop me!"
Seeing that his grandfather Hetun still refused to go to school by himself, Feng Linwan, who wanted to enter the experimental class, was really anxious.
As long as they are admitted to the experimental class and have excellent grades, they can be recommended to key high schools within half a year. Although it is possible to open the back door, Feng Linwan wanted to prove his ability through strength!
"Late late, what's the matter?"
Feng Xinglang rushed out of the room eagerly.
"Daddy, Hetun refused to let me go to school!" Lin Wan grunted aggrievedly.
"Don't worry, eat breakfast first, and Daddy will drive you there in a moment!"
Feng Xinglang hugged his daughter into his arms to comfort him.
"Aron..."
"Hetun, I understand you are worried about my heart and the children...but don't worry too much! Cong Gang is not bad enough to hurt Wanwan and Xiao Chong!"
Hetun was about to say something, but Feng Xinglang stopped him.
"Well, then I'll let the Seventeenth Send to go to school late." Hetun finally compromised.
"I'll go and send it myself! If you don't worry, you can ask Xing Shiqi to send it with me!"
Feng Xinglang still received some kindness from Hetun.
"Yes, you should be careful on the road!" Hetun still obeyed his son's intention.