After hanging up Bassoon's call, Cong Gang heaved a sigh of relief.
His gaze was locked on the black Lexus that was getting closer and closer. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Since his father didn't have a motive, Cong Gang naturally became the biggest suspect.
At the very least, he had a better motive than Hetun! There was also a similar precedent.
Come to think of it, he wouldn't be able to explain himself this time.
He could only blame Bassoon for not saying what he should have said, and for being too talkative.
Hence, it was even easier for Feng Xinglang to pin all his suspicions on Cong Ze.
Knowing that he couldn't escape this time, Cong Gang frowned helplessly. If it was really done by someone from Hetun, then what kind of show was Hetun putting up? Trying to frame him with such a despicable method? But it wasn't a good method either.
Could it be that the more despicable the method was, the more Feng Xinglang would believe it?
"Weikang, stay closer to me with Fourth Bro."
Cong Gang lowered his eyes. "I'm in a bad mood today … I don't want to be wronged and beaten up!"
"Huh? Is Feng Xinglang here to cause trouble again? He's always messing with us, yet you can really tolerate him. "
Weikang knew that Boss Cong Gang owed Feng Xinglang his life. But hadn't he already repaid what he owed? How could his boss be manipulated by Feng Xinglang like this?!
Actually, it couldn't be called manipulating. It was more like a battle of wits and courage.
They didn't seem like enemies, but they didn't seem like friends either.
What kind of friends would mess with each other every two or three days?
But it didn't seem like a relationship of using and being used for benefits …
"What else can I do if I can't bear it? I have a very powerful father! "
Cong Gang dragged out his voice and snorted coldly.
"Then, can we defend ourselves today?"
Weikang had been wanting to crush Feng Xinglang's heart for a long time. It wasn't that he wanted to beat Feng Xinglang to death. He just wanted to beat him up until he was half-dead or missing an arm or a leg.
Cong Gang turned around and glanced at Weikang. "Do you need to ask me about this? Just don't mess up my place. "
"…" With Feng Xinglang's physique and skills, if he really fought with him, it would be difficult for him not to get dirty.
Then the question was: What did Boss mean by that? Did he want me to beat him up or not?
Wei Kang really wanted to take the risk and give Cong Gang a beating. He also wanted to see how Boss Cong Gang would react.
When Feng Xinglang came in, Cong Gang and Wei Kang were sitting at the dining table eating a simple breakfast.
It was all plain food such as soy milk and pastries. There was no heavy taste of meat or fish in sight.
Cong Gang sat on the east side facing west, while Wei Kang and Lao Si sat on the left and right. Coincidentally, there was an empty seat left for Feng Xinglang.
"Morning!"
Feng Xinglang greeted him in a clear and cold voice. He strode over and sat on the chair that had been vacated for him.
"Three men eating breakfast together … It's quite a scene."
Feng Xinglang, who hadn't eaten breakfast, took a sip of the soy milk in front of him. The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
"You knew I was coming, but you didn't prepare anything to eat?"
The chair and cutlery left for him made Feng Xinglang even more certain that Cong Gang was the culprit.
"Someone drove a car here in the morning. I can't just close my eyes and pretend to be blind, can I?"
Cong Gang couldn't help but reply. Although he originally wanted silence to be golden.
Feng Xinglang raised his eyes and glared at Cong Gang viciously. His breathing became a little heavier.
"Boss Cong, did you sleep well last night?"
"Pretty good!"
Cong Gang replied calmly and asked in return, "You're so angry early in the morning. I guess you didn't sleep well last night, did you?"
"I didn't sleep well … I was busy making babies with my wife!"
Feng Xinglang snorted. "You won't understand that kind of fun."
Cong Gang lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk, avoiding Feng Xinglang's nonsense.
"Is my niece easy to serve?"
Feng Xinglang ate a mouthful of mung bean cake and asked meaningfully.
"Why are you asking me if your niece is easy to serve? This isn't a kindergarten. "
Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang's question calmly. In Feng Xinglang's eyes, his appearance and tone were really asking for a beating.
"You dog, you're still f * cking pretending!"
Feng Xinglang quickly got up and swung his right fist toward Cong Gang's cheek …
Cong Laosi looked like a simpleton, but his reflexes were godlike. Before Feng Xinglang's fist could land on the boss's cheek, he had already grabbed Feng Xinglang's right arm.
Cong Gang sat quietly without moving an inch. His calm demeanor in the face of danger was even more like that of Hetun.
"Cong Gang, what the f * ck are you trying to do?"
Feng Xinglang, whose limbs were restrained by Cong Laosi and Wei Kang, roared with hostility. "Last time, you instigated Lan Youyou to touch my woman, and I let you go. What tricks do you want to play this time?"
With Feng Xinglang's wisdom, it wasn't difficult for him to deduce this.
Although it was a close shave, Feng Xinglang wouldn't allow Cong Gang to commit such a vile act again.
"Feng Xinglang, are you trying to find a doctor in a desperate situation? Why would I touch your woman? "
Cong Gang argued. "If I really wanted to touch your woman, do you think I would stoop so low as to instigate someone to do it?"
Cong Gang indeed lacked such a motive. Therefore, Feng Xinglang was only guessing.
Sometimes, Feng Xinglang couldn't correctly figure out Cong Gang's thoughts every time.
It gave him the feeling that it wasn't easy to control a non-human like Cong Gang. He wasn't like Yan Bang. He had his own thoughts. It hid a danger that Feng Xinglang couldn't figure out.
"Stop pestering me endlessly! Your niece isn't with me! "
Cong Gang's aura wasn't as calm as he looked on the surface, he must have been angered.
Feng Xinglang shook off Wei Kang and calmly sat down opposite Cong Gang again.
"Then tell me, where would my niece be?"
"How would I know!"
Cong Gang snorted. "You, Feng Xinglang, haven't you caused enough trouble?"
Seeing Cong Gang's increasingly agitated words and actions, Feng Xinglang felt that he was angry from embarrassment.
"Didn't you leave Bassoon by my side … so that you could cooperate with me from the inside and outside?"
With Bassoon's sharpness and alertness, it was impossible for him to not notice that someone wanted to steal a child from the Feng family.
Feng Xinglang's words should be a showdown with Cong Gang.
Actually, there was no need for a showdown. Because everyone was well aware of it. Sometimes, after saying it out loud, the meaning would change.
Cong Gang was silent for a few seconds. He was weighing something.
"Bassoon said … he saw that person. But he didn't see it clearly. He didn't chase after him. "
Since Feng Xinglang had already revealed his cards, Cong Gang felt that there was no need for him to continue explaining.
If he wanted to play tricks with Feng Xinglang, he had to be honest and fake. He had to confess one part and hide the other.
"Why didn't you chase after him?" Feng Xinglang asked anxiously.
"He wants to protect your family of three."
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and snorted. "Have you ever played the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain?"
"You're so clean! Do you think I'll believe you? "
Feng Xinglang continued to put pressure on Cong Gang. The more Cong Gang wanted to refute, the more he would say.
"Bassoon said that the person who took your niece away last night … was very similar to what Hetun's adopted son would do! Do you believe him? "
Feng Xinglang was silent for a while. His thin lips curved up. "What? You want to sow discord with me?"
"You may imagine that I abducted your dear niece in order to frame Riverton! My purpose is to make you and your son kill each other! Then what? Then I can unify Shen City? "
Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to answer, Cong Gang snorted coldly. "Feng Xinglang, don't waste your time here! You won't be able to make your niece come out! "
Feng Xinglang silently stared at Cong Gang, not saying a word for a long while.
The phone suddenly rang, stopping Feng Xinglang's uncomfortable stare.
The call was from Bassoon.
"CEO Feng, Hetun brought someone here to take Madam and Young Master away by force."
"Calm him down first. I'll be back soon!"
After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang again and scolded him.
"Cong Gang, don't disappoint me!"
After saying such hurtful words, Feng Xinglang stood up and left.
Cong Gang didn't know whether Feng Xinglang believed him or not. Or was he doubtful?
"This ruffian Feng is quite sensible today! He probably knew he was going to be beaten, so he ran away as soon as possible. "
After watching Feng Xinglang drive away, Wei Kang returned to the wooden house.
On the other hand, Cong Gang's face was desolate.
…
At this moment, Xue Luo couldn't care less when she took out her phone to call Hetun.
Perhaps it was because she was in a sensitive period, Xue Luo needed a safe harbor during her period.
Seeing her husband rushing out to look for Tuan Tuan, Xue Luo instinctively wanted to find a safer place for her and her child.
"Twelfth brother? Can you come and pick me and Nuo Nuo up? "
Xue Luo's voice trembled slightly. Perhaps her past experiences had caused her to become exceptionally fearful at this moment.
Xue Luo didn't know what she was afraid of in the depths of her heart. But ever since Lan Youyou returned to the Feng family, Xue Luo's heart had been hanging in the air.
She instinctively felt that Lan Youyou was up to no good again!
"What's wrong? What happened? "
Xing Twelfth heard the fear in Xue Luo's voice.
"Tuan Tuan is gone! I'm worried about Nuo Nuo … "
"Don't be afraid, I'll be right there!"
Twenty minutes later, two anti-riot cars arrived at the Feng family's house. Hetun personally came to pick them up.
Mo Ranran was scared out of her wits by such a huge commotion.
"You … what are you doing?"
He Tun only glanced sideways at this new servant and directly stomped his heavy leather boots into the marble floor of the Feng family's living room.
"Fifteenth brother, godfather is here to pick you up. Fifteenth … "
Hearing Hetun's sonorous voice, Xue Luo, who had been locked in the room with her son, heaved a sigh of relief.
"Nuo Nuo, your godfather is here to pick us up."
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