"It's not that I want to! You're obviously forcing me! "
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang indifferently, then turned sideways to walk past him.
However, Feng Xinglang blocked the staircase with his strong physique.
If Cong Gang wanted to go downstairs, he had to have physical contact with Feng Xinglang. Thus, Cong Gang turned around and went directly to the balcony on the third floor.
Feng Xinglang followed him.
She lit a cigarette beside Cong Gang and leisurely puffed and puffed.
Cong Gang stood downwind, and the smoke that Feng Xinglang exhaled drifted to his face. He covered his nose and mouth in disgust, but he still stood where he was and did not leave.
"Is it fun to provoke me on purpose?"
Feng Xinglang turned sideways to look at Cong Gang, staring at him without blinking.
Cong Gang's side profile was calm and gentle, shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and there was an indescribable sense of mystery.
Looking at the beautiful scenery covered by the setting sun, Cong Gang was silent.
Following Cong Gang's gaze, Feng Xinglang also looked at the quiet and slightly strange forest.
"Why do you like to live in such a gloomy place? There's no smell of living people, and the smell of dead people is quite heavy! "
In short, Feng Xinglang did not like such a cold and gloomy place!
"Since you don't like it, then you don't have to come here!"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang. "And I don't really welcome you here!"
It was such unpleasant and sharp words again, as if he was purposely provoking Feng Xinglang, who had finally come over.
"Actually, a normal welcome is fine! There's no need to be so grand! We're already so familiar with each other, being too enthusiastic will make us strangers! "
"…" Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang. "Seems like you're in a good mood because you've found your godson!"
"You can even see through this?"
Feng Xinglang's back was against the guardrail, so he could clearly see any expression on Cong Gang's face. "That child is not my son."
"You don't need to explain this to me!"
Cong Gang said lightly. He was not used to Feng Xinglang's constant staring, so he slightly turned his body to look at the setting sun.
"Cong Gang, don't you feel lonely living alone like this?"
Without waiting for Cong Gang to reply, Feng Xinglang spouted out a few philosophical words. "Loneliness is when others don't want to talk to you. Loneliness is when you don't want to talk to others! The way I see it, you are lonely and lonely! "
In other words, Cong Gang did not want to talk to others, and others did not want to talk to him!
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you!"
Cong Gang snorted, his emotions unreadable. "I'm enjoying my current lifestyle!"
He really doesn't know how to chat!
"Cong Gang, you're the kind of person who can kill a conversation!"
Feng Xinglang scoffed. "Forget it, I'm not going to chat with you anymore! Guess what I'm here for? "
"Do you want me to stay away from Lin Xue Luo?"
Judging from the tone of his words, Cong Gang didn't seem to want to stop bickering with Feng Xing.
"…" Feng Xinglang's handsome face turned cold. "You really want to f * cking die!"
Feeling that the effect of arguing with Cong Gang was not bad, Feng Xinglang made his move. He turned his right shoulder and rammed into Cong Gang's chest, pushing his body towards the load-bearing pillar …
Feng Xinglang's brute force was quite strong in his rage. However, with Cong Gang's speed, he was confident that he could avoid it. However, that meant that Feng Xinglang would crash into the load-bearing pillar himself! Left with no choice, Cong Gang could only drag Feng Xinglang's body and roll towards the wooden deck behind him.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang had no intention of stopping, Cong Gang made an illusory movement and hugged Feng Xinglang's leg that was lifted up to hit his abdomen with his knee. With a forceful toss, Feng Xinglang crashed into the simple wooden table behind him and was caught by the fallen umbrella.
No matter how handsome he was, it was useless. He was in an extremely sorry state when he fell down!
When Feng Xinglang got up again, his face was filled with anger!
"I told you, you can't beat me! Don't look for trouble! "
…
Twenty minutes later, Feng Xinglang was lying in Cong Gang's treatment room.
Cong Gang was giving him a massage to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
Feng Xinglang's right arm and right thigh were bruised to varying degrees.
"You're so weak, how can you protect your wife and child?"
Cong Gang snorted, "Even if I don't fight with you over your woman … I can't guarantee that others won't fight with you!"
"My, Feng Xinglang's, woman is not only mine physically, but also her heart! No one can take her away from me! "
Feng Xinglang still had this bit of confidence. He firmly believed that Lin Xueluo would belong to him in this life.
The slightly intoxicating smell of medicine made Feng Xinglang's face look quite radiant.
The sweat on his well-built body had an indescribable sense of sex.
Cong Gang retracted his hand, "It's done! I can get rid of the bruises tomorrow morning! "
"My left leg hurts every winter … Is there a way to cure it?"
"That's because your father crippled it! It has nothing to do with me! "
Could he still talk nicely?
If the other party was Cong Gang, obviously not!
Feng Xinglang glared at Cong Gang and began to put on his clothes, looking a little gloomy.
Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's eyes, there was nothing more depressing and bitter than having one's leg crippled by his own father.
His leg had regained its basic function, but the scar left behind might never be erased.
"Come to my place for a few days before winter, I'll give you physiotherapy! It's fine when you're young, but when you're old, even if it's not serious enough for you to be in a wheelchair, you might become lame because of the pain! "
Cong Gang's words slightly stunned Feng Xinglang.
"You're saying that it will affect my handsome and confident walking posture in the future?"
"… You can say that."
After drinking a mouthful of tea, Feng Xinglang then began the purpose of today's trip.
"Cong Gang, let's talk about a business deal!"
"Business deal?"
Cong Gang slightly lowered his eyelids, "You're not suitable to do business, you better find someone else!"
"This deal will only bring you benefits and no harm!"
"You're the typical face of a capitalist!"
"…" Feng Xinglang's lips slightly twitched, "Don't you want to hear about the deal?"
"No!" Cong Gang lightly said.
"You'll be interested!" Feng Xinglang raised the corner of his lips.
"I still don't want to!"
Cong Gang lightly rejected Feng Xinglang's tempting words.
"Can you be a little more polite and let me finish?"
Feng Xinglang seemed a little impatient.
Cong Gang remained silent as he looked out of the dark window.
"Is Imperial Dragon City in your hands?"
Feng Xinglang decided to ask directly.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not? "
Cong Gang withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Feng Xinglang, who had ulterior motives.
"Imperial Dragon City won't be of any use in your hands! To you, it's simply a burden! "
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