"How did you get hurt so badly? I thought you were really going to die! "
Feng Xing said in a clear voice. Following the layers of gauze, he examined Yan Bang's left arm, which was fixed in place.
"If I really die … will you cry for me?"
Yan Bang didn't know if it was because of the torture of the illness that made him depressed, or because he was touched by Feng Xinglang's coldness and indifference these days, but Yan Bang actually asked such a sad question.
"Of course … I won't!"
Feng Xinglang reached over and rubbed Yan Bang's tall and straight nose with his curled index finger. "But it should be sad for a while, and then I will reluctantly take over your Imperial Dragon City!"
Yan Bang didn't answer, but stared deeply at Feng Xinglang, maintaining a silent expression for a long time.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your Imperial Dragon City!"
Thinking that Yan Bang was silent because he coveted his empire, Feng Xinglang added.
"Feng Xinglang, do you remember the first time we met?" Yan Bang suddenly asked.
What was he trying to do?
Reminisce about the past?
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. After thinking for a few seconds, he still couldn't picture the first time he met Yan Bang.
What he remembered in his mind was the time when he, Yan Bang, and Bai Mo stuffed themselves with food, and ate among thousands of flowers!
Yan Bang sighed slightly and said sadly, "I knew you wouldn't remember …"
"F * ck you! You're not some peerless beauty, it would be strange if I remembered! "
Feng Xinglang casually picked up a washed grape from the fruit plate and put it into his mouth. While eating, he looked at Xing Ba's movements from the window to the entrance of Imperial Dragon City.
It could be seen that Feng Xinglang's heart was completely focused on his wife and son.
Yan Bang stared deeply at Feng Xinglang's tall and straight back, and his whole person was endlessly silent.
Three minutes later, Feng Xinglang received a call from Wei Kang, saying that he had people entangled Xing Ba's anti-riot car.
"Bang, have a good rest, I'll see you another day!"
There was no time to lose. Feng Xinglang patted Yan Bang's cheek lightly, then picked up his coat and strode out of Yan Bang's ward. He didn't even turn his head to look.
Not only was Yan Bang's gaze silent, but it also seemed to carry a trace of world-weary desolation.
After a long while, Yan Bang withdrew his gaze from the door and slowly closed his eyes, unwilling to open them again for a long time.
Less than three minutes after Feng Xinglang's Porsche drove out of Yulong City's underground passageway, another anti-riot vehicle tailed him. He couldn't tell whether it was Xing Eight or Xing Twelve in the riot police car, or some other unknown bastard.
What the hell!
He was really pissed off!
He Tun was determined to have his men follow Feng Xinglang 24 hours a day! They even fought a protracted war!
Was there going to be another round of going around in circles?
Feng Xinglang was anxious about the woman who had just suffered a miscarriage, and his own son who had a deep prejudice against him. Anger accumulated in his heart. He really wanted to reverse the car and knock over that damn riot police car!
Halfway through, Feng Xinglang went back to GK Ventures, changed into another car, and let his assistant drive his Porsche to distract the riot police car. He thought that he should have successfully shaken off the people of Hetun this time. However, Feng Xinglang didn't expect that when his Wrangler turned into the only road to Qinbei Mountain City, another riot police car would chase after him.
Playing a relay race with him, Feng Xinglang?
Feng Xinglang cursed all eighteen generations of Hetun's ancestors!
After cursing, Feng Xinglang still didn't enter Qinbei Mountain City. After a round, he returned to Yulong City.
First, Yulong City was relatively safe; second, Yulong City had his favorite food.
Moreover, he could also take a look at the injured Yan Bang on the way to show his brotherly relationship with him.
Actually, the most important thing was that Feng Xinglang didn't want to expose his wife's hiding place. Xue Luo's body really couldn't take the torture anymore.
With her son, Lin Nuo, accompanying her, the woman would probably be able to rest and recuperate in peace!
If the woman wasn't hopelessly stupid, she should know that all of this was a net cast by Hetun to sow discord between the father and son!
And Nuo Nuo was just a tool used by Hetun!
*****
When he arrived at Yulong City, it was already three hours later in the early morning.
Yan Bang's pretentiousness had evolved into an upgraded version.
He pulled out the needles from his body and refused all treatment. His stocky and stocky body lay on the sick bed, as if he was waiting for death.
Feng Xinglang didn't understand why Yan Bang was making such a fuss!
Even if he couldn't win against Hetun, he didn't have to die to apologize, right?
Snapping his fingers, he couldn't wake up a person who was trying to pretend to be asleep.
Glancing at the silent medical staff standing outside the ward, Feng Xinglang gestured for them to come in.
The meridians on the back of Yan Bang's hand bulged, so it was easy to insert needles.
The nurse had just finished rubbing alcohol on the back of Yan Bang's hand when Yan Bang raised his hand. She was so scared that she couldn't even hold the needle.
"That's enough. Go to the side! I'll do it! "
Feng Xinglang was still able to handle simple medical treatment. When Feng Lixin was injured, he had given Feng Xinglang a lot of care.
Clap clap!
Feng Xinglang deliberately patted the back of Yan Bang's hand twice to remind Yan Bang that this time, he, Feng Xinglang, was doing it himself. If he dared to resist, he would have to bear the consequences.
This time, the acupuncture was very successful. The transparent antibiotics were pushed into Yan Bang's body again.
Looking at the nurse bandaging Yan Bang's bloody arm again, Feng Xinglang still felt a lot of emotions. In order to prevent Yan Bang from struggling because he couldn't stand the pain and got injured again, Feng Xinglang had been protecting most of Yan Bang's upper body.
One had to know that Yan Bang had a strong and burly body. It was not easy to hold him.
When the nurse finished cleaning Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang was also sweating because of Yan Bang's subconscious twisting of his body.
Feng Xinglang's words were still effective in Yan Bang's Yulong City.
Twenty minutes later, a plate of black pepper beef stir-fried pasta was sent in.
Feng Xinglang continued to eat happily. As he ate, he glanced at Yan Bang, who was still pretending to be asleep on the sick list.
Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself.
However, when it came to Feng Xinglang, it was the opposite.
Feng Xinglang finished all the beef and was reluctantly eating the pasta. He glanced at Yan Bang, whose eyelids were trembling slightly, and fed him the remaining pasta.
Yan Bang actually opened his mouth and ate the pasta that Feng Xinglang fed him.
Thus, Yan Bang happily ate the remaining pasta that Feng Xinglang ate.
After lying on the sofa for a while, Feng Xinglang seemed to be a little unbearable.
His wife and child that he had hidden.
Little Feng Tuantuan, who was crying and looking for his mother.
And Yan Bang, who was lying on the sick list.
And Lan Youyou, who was sent to be defiled by Xing San …
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