Chapter 725: How do you think I die? I think!

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"Oh ah?"
The muscular man dubbed ‘Tough Tiger’ by Yan Bang was the first to be dumb, and then surprised.
Give Feng Erye a knife to meet Boss Yanbang? Did you hear your ear wrong? Or is his boss indifferent?
It seems, it seems that as long as his boss is with Feng Erye, he is often indifferent! Being scolded, beaten, and bleeding with broken arms, it just became a regular occurrence!
"Go out! I have something to tell your boss!"
After some violence, Feng Xinglang was panting. But after venting, he seemed to calm down a lot.
The sparring sportsmen are still stagnant, they look at each other and feel that it is neither to leave nor to leave.
"Your second grandfather has spoken, don't get out of here!"
With a stern slam in Yan Bang, the group of companions only became birds and beasts.
In the entire gym, only Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang remained.
"What's wrong, so angry?"
Yan Bang wiped the blood on his face with a towel while gazing at Feng Xinglang who was slowly regaining his senses.
Feng Xing Lang Fei's thin lip corner wriggled slightly, suppressing the anger that followed, and threw those printed photos in the inner bag onto the upper half of Yan Bangjing's red body.
Yan Bang picked up the photos one by one. When he saw the content of the photo, there was little depth and complexity flowing in his eyes.
It took him a long time to lift his gaze from the photo, staring deeply at the angry Feng Xinglang and sliding his throat.
"How do you think I die ... I admit it!"
"Recognize you X! If you want to die, you can die a bit farther yourself, why do you want to put Lao Tzu on the back?"
Anger swept again, and Feng Xinglang jumped and kicked, kicking the unsuspecting Yan Bang directly on the floor in the gym.
Yan Bang was silent. Let Feng Xinglang beat himself fiercely.
It was another fierce beating, and Feng Xinglang, who was exhausted, called for a breath and stopped.
"Did you take these pictures and spread them to the Internet?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
"Even if I want to die, I won't treat you badly!"
Yan Bang looked directly into Feng Xinglang's eyes. There was an indescribable desolation on his blood-stained face.
"Fuck it! You know it's dead! You've been counted! You know? It's stupid like a pig!"
In fact, Feng Xinglang understands that the person who is actually accounted for is Feng Xinglang.
Because Yan Bang would never taboo about same-sex love. Not to mention being taken a few photos, even if it was caught by the media as a live reality show, he would remain indifferent.
Therefore, it is not Yan Bang that this person wants to calculate, but he is Xinglang Lang!
He Fengxinglang was obviously more face-skinned than Yan Bang!
Before investigating the real murder, Feng Xinglang ignored a bit: Someone wanted to kill with a knife!
What he lost was his face of Feng Xinglang, but Yan Bang was the real target for killing with a knife!
Feng Xinglang went into Yanbang's super large and luxurious bedroom again. It is a bit extravagant to use more than two hundred square inches of gold as the bedroom.
From the perspective of the photo shooting, it should be the position of the windowsill side by side. It should be placed here in advance. Judging from the sharpness of the photo, it can be called high-tech electronic equipment.
"Go and show me all the surveillance videos of people who came in and out of your room that day."
Feng Xinglang stared back at Yan Bang with a stern look, "Longer mind! Don't be so furious! Your shame is shameless, Lao Tzu wants skin!"
There were several people who had entered and exited the Yanbang Suite that day. There are Yanbang's bodyguards, as well as chefs and cleaning maids. The listener said that the maid who had entered the Yanbang suite to clean up had resigned and did not do it ...
"Yan Bang, your dog is stupid! Even a cleaning maid counts you, do you have any relatives?"
Feng Xinglang, while angrily scolding, carefully watched the video before and after the maid entered the suite.
"One day you do n’t know if your dog was killed in your own home! What about the executioner in Shencheng? I think your IQ is not as good as a watchdog!"
At first glance, the phone was called by secretary Nina.
"Mr. Feng, the 'butterfly that can't fly over the sea' has been blocked! The graphics on the Internet have been banned. The thing to be taboo now is to copy and archive. But it will not be spread in a large area! People keep staring. "
Nina has always been doing things violently. Feng Xinglang was relieved when she was doing business.
"Did you find out what butterfly?"
"Not yet! This person has a strong anti-reconnaissance consciousness! He was prepared! President Feng, I think this person, you and Mr. Yan must know each other!"
After hanging up Nina's phone, Feng Xinglang was lost in thought.
"Lang ... eat something first."
It was already a meal, and the unknown cook brought Yan Bang dinner on time.
Feng Xinglang turned back and gave Yan Bang a stern glance, sternly: "Dog, you ... you are sick, you must be cured! Understand?"
Yan Bang knew the disease in Fengxinglangkou.
He smiled bitterly, "... I'm really sorry! I've burdened you ..."
Feng Xinglang rarely heard Yan Bang's words.
"Go and die! I'll get angry when I see you!"
Feng Xinglang smashed a mobile hard disk in his hand towards Yan Bang.
The phone rang again, and the call was made by Lin Nuo.
"Feng Xinglang, what time is it now? Why are you still out there? Don't you have any wife or children?"
The little guy angrily accented, and he was scorned by his grandfather Feng Xinglang.
"How can I be willing not to have my wife and children ... Isn't this too busy to make you milk powder money!"
Feng Xinglang loved his voice to answer his son who had arrogantly climbed up to his head.
"Trust you!"
The little boy hurriedly urged: "Come back quickly, Mummy made steamed rice with glutinous rice, it smells good!"
"OK! My dad will be back soon! If my dear son is hungry, he can eat it first. Remember to leave some for my dad!"
As soon as the call was hung up, the little guy added a stern sentence: "Feng Xinglang, don't make fun of my little Joe! Otherwise I will tell my dear mommy!"
"... boy, how old are you, and your little Joe? Did your baby elephant have a beard?"
Feng Xinglang relaxed for a while.
"I want you to control it! Hurry home! Otherwise you'll be shut out!"
The phone call with my dear son is always easy and pleasant; when Feng Xinglang sees Yan Bang side by side, a handsome face cools down instantly.
"Yan Daidi, let you track down a middle-aged woman who cleans up now. Will you never go wrong again?"
Feng Xinglang condensed, "Remember to live!"
Looking at Yan Bang, who was still silent, Feng Lang, who was on his way out, hissed lowly, "No case!"