That psychopath again!
At this moment, Feng Xinglang was not in a good mood. He was even a little gloomy! It was so oppressive that he could not breathe!
Feng Xinglang was so agitated that he wanted to crash the car into him. At most, both cars would be damaged.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang had no intention of slowing down, Yan Bang got out of the car and blocked the narrow road with his own body.
With a screeching sound, the tires rubbed against the ground and created a long string of sparks.
"You're f * cking courting death!"
Feng Xinglang angrily stuck his head out of the car window and scolded Yan Bang.
Yan Bang's expression was not much better. In fact, when Feng Xinglang went up the mountain, he was already guarding here. He waited until Feng Xinglang came down the mountain again before he came out to stop him.
Yan Bang did not stop Feng Xinglang because he knew that Feng Xinglang would do anything for his son. He could not stop him no matter what!
As for why he was waiting here, he did not know.
Yan Bang did not move, nor did he make a sound. He just stared at Feng Xinglang in the driver's seat.
"Move! Otherwise, I'll kill you! "
Feng Xinglang stomped on the accelerator, but Yan Bang still stood there motionless, as if his soul had left his body!
With another curse, Feng Xinglang got out of the car and rushed to the front of the car, trying his best to push Yan Bang away …
But Yan Bang hugged him!
"Lang, what did you promise Cong Gang?"
Yan Bang hissed in a low voice. His voice was trembling like a wandering ghost.
"What promise? I fought with him! I outsmarted him! "
Feng Xinglang didn't know what Yan Bang's intentions were, but he was clearly uncomfortable with Yan Bang's sudden embrace.
He pushed Yan Bang away, annoyed. "What the f * ck are you doing here? Do you want to fight with me? Or do you want to fight with Cong Gang? "
After Feng Xinglang pushed him away, Yan Bang found that Feng Xinglang's shirt was stained with blood.
"Lang, are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Arm or shoulder? "
Yan Bang, who came to check, was pushed away by Feng Xinglang again. "Don't touch me! I'm full of anger! Do you want to be cannon fodder? "
"What did Cong Gang do to you? Did he make any shady requests? "
Yan Bang's questions always carried a hint of darkness. Perhaps in his eyes, Cong Gang was a sinister person.
"Don't meddle in other people's business!"
Feng Xinglang fumbled around in his trouser pocket in annoyance. Only then did he realize that he had already finished his cigarettes at Cong Gang's place. "Do you have any cigarettes? Cigars are fine too! "
Yan Bang was used to smoking cigars, but Feng Xinglang did not like the strong smell.
"Yes!"
Yan Bang took out a box of cigars from the storage compartment under the hood of the Lamborghini. He picked out a cigar that was slightly thicker than a cigarette but slightly thinner than the ones he usually smoked. After lighting it, he brought it to Feng Xinglang's lips.
"Don't swallow the smoke … Spin it in your mouth and spit it out!"
Before Yan Bang could finish his warning, Feng Xinglang choked on the thick, spicy smoke of the cigar and coughed.
"What's wrong? Why are you so rash? Cong Gang didn't do anything to you, did he? "
Yan Bang put his hand on Feng Xinglang's blood-stained shoulder, but he did not hear any sound of pain from Feng Xinglang. He concluded that the blood on his shirt was not Feng Xinglang's.
"Cong Gang didn't do anything to me, but I beat him up … The blood on my body is his."
Feng Xinglang snorted. That was not the truth. But he said it this way because he wanted to save face.
"He … didn't fight back?"
Yan Bang asked doubtfully. If he really didn't fight back, then it proved that his sixth sense was accurate.
"Are you going to f * cking stop? Let me be frank with you. You're not even qualified to carry Cong Gang's shoes! "
These words were a little hurtful. But Feng Xinglang was so outspoken.
Yan Bang's calm eyes stared at the rash Feng Xinglang. He grinned. "Am I that lousy in your eyes?"
Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes at Yan Bang and said in a low voice, "I want to kill Cong Gang!"
His words sounded a little piqued.
Cong Gang called your son as you wished, and he was seriously injured while trying to save your biological father … But you, Feng Xinglang, want to kill him?
You're not just unreasonable, you're biting the hand that feeds you!
"Okay!"
Yan Bang was immediately excited by Feng Xinglang's words. "We can work together! You come up with the ideas, and I'll provide the manpower and resources! "
Feng Xinglang glared at Yan Bang and hissed in a low voice, "But before I kill Cong Gang, I will kill you first!"
"…" Yan Bang was stunned. What did he mean? Did this ruffian want to be a loner?
…
Feng Xinglang did not go back to the Feng family directly. Instead, he went to GK to take a shower and change his bloodstained clothes.
He also wanted to show off his power!
When Feng Xinglang barged into the secretary's office, it was afternoon tea time. Everyone was playing with little Wu Chang, who had just woken up.
The strong little fellow was adorably silly. Occasionally, he would bury his head and bite his chubby little hands.
"Wu Chang … you're so cute!"
Without Xia Yishu and the president's wife in the secretary's office, the atmosphere seemed to be a lot more harmonious.
Although Xue Luo was modest and cautious, her identity as the president's wife made it hard for her colleagues to let go of her. Therefore, when Xue Luo was around, they would usually be respectful and do what they were supposed to do. Sometimes, they would even cancel the afternoon tea time, just to try their best to perform well.
"Since you like children so much, hurry up and go back and have one!"
Feng Xinglang's stern voice made the entire secretary's office quiet down.
He could only hear Little Wu Bing waving his hands and feet at the great CEO Feng. He recognized his godfather, Feng Xinglang, and he liked him too.
"Nina went to Jinkedu and won't be back until four in the afternoon. And … there's still half an hour left. "
"Okay, got it. Go back to work! Give me the child! "
Wendy immediately gave little Wu Chang to Feng Xinglang.
Wu Chang, who was in Feng Xinglang's arms, happily hugged Feng Xinglang's cheek and whimpered.
When Feng Xinglang carried the little one into his office, he realized, why did he bring this little troublemaker here?
When he thought about the little one's mother, who was still working hard for him, his anger subsided.
"You're lucky, kid! Even if your biological father doesn't love you, there's still me, your godfather! "
Feng Xinglang threw the little one on the sofa in the lounge and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Although the little one couldn't crawl yet, he could already roll on his own.
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