Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

The word \'comfort\' sounded really harsh.

Feng Xinglang\'s clear and handsome face was covered with a layer of sullenness.

He glared at Cong Gang\'s face that was asking for a beating, his eyes sharp and profound.

It was as if she was slightly surprised that Cong Gang would actually use such a word to describe him, Feng Xinglang!

Feng Xinglang was furious.

But he was calm.

He knew exactly what kind of person he was talking to and what kind of conversation would be more efficient.

"Cong Gang, have you ever had a good friend in your life?"

Feng Xinglang suppressed his anger from a second ago and asked coldly.

"Don\'t tell me that your so-called friend needs to be built on a foundation that you, Feng Xinglang, have an ulterior motive?"

Cong Gang asked instead of answering. His eyes were still filled with ridicule.

With a "Ka Pa" sound, a piece of the Australian lobster in his hand was broken.

"Cong Gang, this old man saved your life, then you ate my life and spent mine … Now, not only are we meddling in other people\'s business, we\'re even f * cking messing with our brains to cause such a disaster to me and my family … "What kind of mentality do you have to do all these heinous things?"

Feng Xinglang had always thought that Cong Gang was still reasonable! It was just that it was a bit difficult to guess what Cong Gang was thinking.

Cong Gang remained silent. Occasionally, he would raise his head and glance down at the sunroom.

There were some curtains covering the room, so Ye Xiao couldn\'t see anything from the downstairs. However, he could clearly see everything from the third floor.

"Tell me your motives! You want Yan Bang to die? Or did the Hetun die? Or do you want the two of them to kill each other so that you can take advantage of the situation? "

Cong Gang still did not respond to Feng Xinglang\'s question. He seemed to be waiting for someone!

"What, you want to wait for Wei Kang to save you?"

Feng Xinglang took a sip of the red wine, "If I\'m not wrong, Wei Kang and the others should have already been here last night, right? Why didn\'t you run away with him? "

Although Basong had done it flawlessly when he opened the Sunlight Room, Feng Xinglang was still able to discern some clues.

Only, for the time being, he did not have any doubts or connections with Basong.

"This leg cuffs... Did you really wear it when you were a kid? "

Cong Gang asked a seemingly insignificant question in return.

It was as if Feng Xinglang had just said something, asked something, and he hadn\'t heard anything at all!

Feng Xinglang was silent.

It was obvious that he wasn\'t very interested in this topic.

"It looks like the father who raised you loved you but not his son; the father who gave birth to you only loved his son instead of his own son …"

Cong Gang swept a glance at the handcuffs on his feet, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang, feeling moved.

She was already a husband and a father, but Feng Xinglang\'s heart was filled with pain from Cong Gang\'s words.

If one were to talk about his foster father, Feng Yishan, then he had indeed loved him for the first few years; his love for his eldest son, Feng Lixin, had even far surpassed his own!

But then. It should have been when Feng Yishan found out that Feng Xinglang was not his biological son, the cuffs were actually effective!

From the love of a father, twisted to violent abuse, no one could stand it!

"You want to feel sorry for me? Or do you want to laugh at me? "

Feng Xinglang asked. He asked calmly.

Many years later, when he went back to look at Feng Yishan\'s sudden change in mood, Feng Xinglang was able to accept it.

"The two of us. It can be said that we are in the same boat! "

Cong Gang said with a faint smile.

"I\'m different from you! I have never felt sorry for myself! The poor man is yourself! Always living in the shadow of others, without self! What\'s the difference between being a trash puppet and that? "

Maybe because he could not completely control, scolding him seemed to be addictive to Feng Xinglang.

Cong Gang cast a sidelong glance at Feng Xinglang, and muttered with a hint of Shang intent:

"Feng Xinglang, I am the only person by your side who would not pity you!"

Feng Xinglang looked straight into Cong Gang\'s eyes, and frowned: "You\'re pretending again! You and I don\'t have any normal language to communicate with each other anymore? "

After being silent for a while, Feng Xinglang asked in a heavy voice, "You won\'t pity me … Does this mean that you want to kill me? "

"Feng Xinglang, such a smart person like you should know about the dangers of having a \'carbuncle patient\', right?"

Cong Gang\'s words had a profound meaning.

"Speaking of nurturing carbuncle remnants …" You are the biggest \'poison carbuncle\' in my body! I should have dug you up earlier! "

Feng Xinglang retorted back.

Cong Gang laughed instead. He laughed lightly.

He glanced down the stairs again, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

It was just that the smile on his face had changed!

"Clang clang". Before even waiting for the Butler Mo to open the door, Yan Bang had already viciously kicked open the door to the guest hall.

"Mr. Yan, you …."

The Butler Mo who was about to open the door was almost knocked on by the door.

"Where\'s Cong Gang? Where is he? Where did Feng Xinglang hide him? "

Yan Bang roared in anger.

How did he know that the Second Young Master had placed Cong Gang under house arrest?

Butler Mo knew that Yan Bang did not come with good intentions, and was worried that he would ruin the good news for Second Young Master, so he instinctively wanted to stop the flustered and exasperated Yan Bang.

"Mr. Yan, what happened? How can you be so angry? "

"Where\'s Feng Xinglang? Did she hide in some corner with Cong Gang? "

Yan Bang looked at Feng Family\'s living room and then went upstairs.

He remembered every word that Cong Gang had said on the phone.

"Old Mo, go downstairs and get me some light food!" This lamb chops and Australian lobster, I really can\'t get used to it! \'

Cong Gang was not only in Feng Family, but he was also drinking and chatting happily with Feng Xinglang!

Sheep chop? Lobster? Good mood!

"Mr. Yan, please drink some tea. I\'ll give my Second Young Master a call right now … "

"No need! I, your father, will personally go upstairs to find him! "

Yan Bang pushed Butler Mo away and angrily went upstairs.

"Mr. Yan... Mr. Yan... Drink some tea first! "

The reason Butler Mo shouted at Yan Bang who had already gone upstairs was actually to wake him up.

"Yan Bang?"

Feng Xinglang, who was in the sunlight room, heard Butler Mo\'s warning, and at the same time, heard Yan Bang\'s heavy yet impatient footsteps.

Yan Bang directly rushed towards the sun room on the third floor!

On the ground floor of Feng Family\'s villa, he could already see the light of the third floor\'s sunroom.

"Why is he here?"

Feng Xinglang muttered and stood up.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Cong Gang whose four limbs were shackled, as if deciding whether or not he should let Cong Gang go first.

Although he did not know the exact reason, he still clearly knew that Yan Bang had come for Cong Gang!

When Feng Xinglang subconsciously touched the key on his body, Yan Bang had already appeared in front of him.

"Bon? Why are you here? You didn\'t set a fire in the jail? "

Feng Xinglang joked around with him. It was rather cold.

"Sheep chop?" Australian lobster? Red wine? So emotional! Feng Xinglang, can I see who the target of your invitation is? "

Yan Bang\'s scarred face that was filled with unyielding flesh had a cold smile plastered all over it.

"You came at the right time! Then the three of us will have a good chat with each other! "

Since Yan Bang had created this opportunity, then he, Feng Xinglang, would make good use of this opportunity!

"I didn\'t come at the right time, did I?"

Yan Bang laughed coldly, "I think I must have disturbed the two of you to drink and have fun!"

Cong Gang, who was in the sunlight room, sat comfortably. He used the thin blanket on the sofa to cover his hands and feet that were covered by the handcuffs. Seems to be enjoying it.

"Cong Gang, there\'s a path to heaven and you\'re not walking it? You want to feign death with laozi? I will fulfill your wish today! "

Yan Bang pulled out a dagger that was shining with a cold light from his waist. Slicing through the wind, he slashed towards Cong Gang who was on the sofa.

"Yan Bang, what are you doing? Can you finish your words first? "

Feng Xinglang instinctively rushed forward to block Yan Bang, but was pushed back by him using a inertia. Furthermore, his injured leg was not fully healed yet, so with his unstable center of gravity, Feng Xinglang struck backwards …

Cong Gang continued to sit quietly, without moving an inch.

The way he looked at Yan Bang was as if he was looking at an ugly clown.

It was as if what Yan Bang was holding was not a sharp dagger, but a plaything prop.

Kenglang

The dagger in Yan Bang\'s hand did not hit Cong Gang, but instead struck a piece of retractable steel pipe.

"Basong? You dare to meddle in my business? Scram! "

"If President Feng doesn\'t allow you to touch him, you can\'t touch him!"

Basong responded faintly, not because he was scared off by Yan Bang\'s ill intent.

His reply was rather standard: Firstly, he could anger Yan Bang; secondly, he could also discern the relationship between him and Cong Gang!

A small fry like him actually dared to stop him, Yan Bang?

The furious Yan Bang raised the dagger in his hand and rushed towards Basong with an uncontrollable killing intent.

Cong Gang just watched quietly. The corner of his lips curled up into a faint sneer. From time to time, he would cast a glance at Feng Xinglang.

Basong\'s movements were not only nimble, but also extremely agile. He effortlessly avoided Yan Bang\'s attack, causing the irritable Yan Bang to switch to the Cong Gang who was quietly sitting on the sofa watching the show.

Before Yan Bang could even fully raise his dagger, Basong bumped into him, and pushed Yan Bang away from him!

, who was momentarily unable to do anything, was so angry that he nearly devoured Basong.

"Enough, stop fighting!"

Feng Xinglang bellowed, "Since you two are here, then speak properly: What hatred do I have for you two to be so irreconcilable?"

Pulling over a chair, Feng Xinglang sat down steadily.

But Yan Bang didn\'t seem to want to say a single extra word to Cong Gang; and from the moment Yan Bang came in, it didn\'t seem as if Cong Gang had even glanced at him.

"What? None of you have anything to say?"

Feng Xinglang scoffed, "Or did they f * * king become mute?"

"Yan Bang, remember this next time: when you want to kill me, don\'t ever do it in front of Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang will not allow you to kill me! Can\'t you see? "How stupid!"

Cong Gang opened his mouth first.

It just so happened that Cong Gang wanted it to be so: These words of his completely infuriated Yan Bang …