Chapter 507
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Cong Gang looked straight ahead at the pot of kaffir lilies by his hand, waiting for Feng Xinglang to continue.
He knew that Feng Xinglang never went to his haunted house for no reason.
Feng Xinglang pinched off a butterfly orchid and sniffed it, but he couldn't smell any fragrance.
From Feng Xinglang's actions, it could be seen that he was not a person who would take the initiative to have tender feelings for the fairer sex.
Flowers were like women. Between appreciating and picking, Feng Xinglang habitually chose the latter. It was the same for women.
Therefore, women who fell in love with Feng Xinglang would be very painful. Lan Youyou and Lin Xueluo were the same.
"Hetun has returned to Shen Cheng."
Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to appreciate the ornamental potted plants and flowers in the house. After flicking off the butterfly orchid between his fingers, he got back to business.
"Hmm."
Cong Gang glanced at the butterfly orchid that was flicked to the ground by Feng Xinglang and just grunted in response.
"He has another Xing Shier by his side."
Feng Xinglang said again. With a long ending sound of disappointment.
It seemed that he could still get over the sharp pain from his son Lin Nuo's hurt eyes.
"Hmm."
Cong Gang grunted again. Faint, as if he was perfunctory.
"He has my wife and child in his hands."
Feng Xinglang asked again.
"Hmm."
Cong Gang grunted again.
Feng Xinglang paused, squinting his eyes and glancing at Cong Gang who was still taking care of the pot of kaffir lilies.
"Talk to me properly!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
Cong Gang raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly. He said leisurely, "Does this have anything to do with me?"
Indeed, it had nothing to do with him!
More than ten years ago, he rescued Cong Gang from Chinatown who was on the verge of death; and many years later, Cong Gang rescued Feng Xinglang who was on the verge of death from the hands of Hetun. The grievances between the two of them were considered even!
Therefore, Cong Gang said it had nothing to do with him, which made sense.
But Feng Xinglang was quite unhappy! He felt that Cong Gang should not use such a tone to talk to his master!
Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, he saved Cong Gang was a great gift; and Cong Gang saved him was what he should do as a follower.
Feng Xinglang's way of doing things was always a little overbearing and arrogant.
"Why do I feel like my hands are itching to beat someone up?" Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.
Feng Xinglang was not omnipotent. He also needed help from others. If Hetun wanted to play a financial game with him, he reckoned that even ten Hetun wouldn't be his opponent. But Hetun wanted to play a barbaric and violent game with him.
Cong Gang's gentle gaze swept past Feng Xinglang's handsome face, and he smiled.
"You can't beat me! It's not certain whether I'll be the one getting beaten up or the other! "
Cong Gang's words really hurt Feng Xinglang's self-esteem.
But when one carefully savored it, one could read a bit of a different mood. It was as if he was teasing an unruly child.
Feng Xinglang was indeed no match for Cong Gang.
Not to mention Feng Xinglang, even Yan Bang might not be a match for Cong Gang.
Yan Bang had more than enough brute force, while Cong Gang's every move was fatal.
Feng Xinglang was not interested in orchids. There were not many species of orchids that he could recognize. So, he picked up the green orchids in his hand and smashed them on the marble floor with a clatter.
Under Cong Gang's focus, Feng Xinglang smashed more than ten pots of orchids on Cong Gang. Some of them were even rare and precious species.
Anyone who had raised orchids would know that orchids were especially delicate and difficult to serve.
And Cong Gang must have put in a lot of effort to serve these orchids until they were verdant and lush. But now, Feng Xinglang was smashing his heart without any tenderness for the fairer sex.
"Don't stop! Keep smashing! Anyway, these orchids were bought with your money, Feng Xinglang! "
Cong Gang's temper was at its peak. It seemed that Feng Xinglang's ruthlessness could not affect his mood at all.
Feng Xinglang stopped smashing the potted plants and looked back at Cong Gang's leisurely and clean face.
"I'll sleep with your sister! You get a few million from me every month just to buy these flowers and plants? "
Actually, Cong Gang was not short of money. Why did he take money from Feng Xinglang? Perhaps only he knew in his heart.
"If someone is spending your money, you should feel happy! Just like your wife and child, Feng Xinglang, are now spending Hetun's money! No matter how much money you, Feng Xinglang, have, what use is it? "
Cong Gang's words could really anger Feng Xinglang to death for a few reincarnations.
He was just rubbing salt in the wound! Cong Gang clearly knew that this was a thorn in the depths of Feng Xinglang's heart, but he still wanted to touch it.
Feng Xinglang suppressed the rage in his heart. "You spent my money, so you have to do things for me!"
"Is this how you, Feng Xinglang, ask for help?"
Cong Gang buried his head in his kaffir lily again, carefully taking care of that pot of kaffir lily as if it was a beloved woman.
Feng Xinglang did not say anything and went forward to smash that pot of kaffir lily into pieces.
Cong Gang looked up at Feng Xinglang, and Feng Xinglang was also glaring back at him.
A few seconds later, Cong Gang calmly asked, "This bad temper of yours is because of Yan Bang's pampering, right? You'd better go find him! He will cater to your appetite! "
"Did Yan Bang sleep with your sister in his past life? Or did you sleep with Yan Bang's sister in your past life? Must the two of you be so irreconcilable? "
Feng Xinglang really did not understand why Yan Bang and Cong Gang had to bite each other like this!
Cong Gang did not answer Feng Xinglang. Instead, he squatted down to pick up the kaffir lily that Feng Xinglang had smashed.
Cong Gang's lukewarm attitude was enough to make Feng Xinglang unhappy. He stepped on the kaffir lily with one foot. Under the trampling of his well-made leather shoes, that kaffir lily immediately lost its fragrance.
Just like a woman who had been ravaged!
Cong Gang still did not get angry. He slowly stood up and glanced at Feng Xinglang indifferently.
"Do you know why He Tun likes to make people choose?"
Cong Gang asked calmly.
"I'm not interested!" Feng Xinglang said angrily.
Cong Gang did not stop his words because of Feng Xinglang's anger and anger.
"Because He Tun himself is a family with a difficult choice! So he especially wants to see other people make choices that make them wish they were dead! "
"You mean … He Tun will make me choose again?"
Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows coldly.
Cong Gang shook his head as if he was sighing. "Making choices is only his method, not his goal!"
"Then what is his goal?" Feng Xinglang asked sternly.
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang again. "You're so smart, do you still need to ask me?"
The corners of Feng Xinglang's thin lips curled up coldly because he was suppressing his anger.
He stared deeply at Cong Gang's indifferent face and really wanted to give him a heavy punch.
"Cong Gang, why is it getting harder and harder for me to talk to you?"
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