The word 'comfort' sounded really harsh to the ear.
Feng Xinglang's handsome face was shrouded in a layer of anger.
He glared at Cong Gang's annoying face, his gaze sharp and deep.
He seemed slightly surprised that Cong Gang would use such a word to describe him, Feng Xinglang!
Feng Xinglang was angry.
But he was calm.
He knew what kind of person to talk to and what kind of way to get twice the result with half the effort.
"Cong Gang, have you ever had a friend in your life that you could confide in?"
Feng Xinglang asked coldly, suppressing the anger he felt a second ago.
"Is your so-called friend built on the foundation of having improper thoughts about you, Feng Xinglang?"
Cong Gang asked back. His eyes were still full of mockery.
With a crack, the Australian lobster in his hand broke into pieces. Feng Xinglang put it into his mouth and chewed a little hard.
"Cong Gang, I saved your life, but you ate and spent my money … Now, you're even meddling in other people's business. You even went crazy and created these disasters to harm me and my family … Tell me, what kind of mentality are you using to do these heinous things?"
Feng Xinglang had always thought that Cong Gang was reasonable. It was just that he could not fathom Cong Gang's thoughts.
Cong Gang remained silent. Occasionally, he raised his head and glanced at the sunroom.
With the cover of the curtains, he could not see what was going on in the sunroom on the third floor, but he could clearly see what was going on in the front yard from the third floor.
"Tell me your motive! Do you want Yan Bang to die? Or do you want Hetun to die? Or do you want them to kill each other so you can reap the benefits? "
Cong Gang still ignored Feng Xinglang's questions. He seemed to be waiting for someone!
"Why? Are you waiting for Weikang to come and save you?"
Feng Xinglang took a sip of red wine. "If I'm not wrong, Weikang and the others must have been here last night, right? Why didn't you escape with him? "
Although Ong had done it flawlessly when he entered the sunroom, Feng Xinglang still managed to sniff out a few clues.
However, he did not suspect or connect it to Bassoon for the time being.
"These ankle cuffs … Were you really wearing them when you were young?"
Cong Gang asked an unimportant question in return.
It was as if he hadn't heard what Feng Xinglang had said and asked!
Feng Xinglang fell silent.
It was obvious that he wasn't very interested in this topic.
"Looks like the father who raised you loved you but didn't have a child. The father who gave birth to you got a child but didn't love you …"
Cong Gang glanced at the shackles on his feet and raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang.
He was already a husband and a father, but because of Cong Gang's words, Feng Xinglang's heart was filled with a fine and dense pain.
Speaking of her adoptive father, Feng Yishan, in the first few years, he had indeed loved her, far more than he loved his eldest son, Feng Lixin!
But later on … it was probably after Feng Yishan found out that Feng Xinglang was not his biological son that the leg cuffs came in handy!
From the deep love of a father to the violent abuse, no one would be able to take it!
"Are you trying to sympathize with me? Or are you mocking me? "
Feng Xing asked loudly. He asked calmly.
Many years later, when he recalled Feng Yishan's sudden change in emotions, Feng Xinglang was able to accept it.
"The two of us … are in the same boat!"
Cong Gang smiled faintly.
"I'm different from you! I've never felt sorry for myself! You're the one who should be pitied! You're always living in someone else's shadow, without a sense of self! What's the difference between you and a useless puppet? "
Perhaps because he couldn't control Cong Gang completely, Feng Xinglang seemed to get addicted to scolding Cong Gang.
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and murmured faintly with a hint of sadness.
"Feng Xinglang, I'm the only person around you who won't be pitied!"
Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's gaze and frowned slightly. "You're being pretentious again! It seems like you don't have a normal language to communicate with me anymore? "
After a moment of silence, Feng Xinglang asked again in a low voice, "You won't pity me … Are you implying that you want to kill me?"
"Feng Xinglang, you're such a smart person. You should know the harm of letting things grow, right?"
Cong Gang's words had a profound meaning.
"If we're talking about letting things grow, then … You're the biggest 'poisonous carbuncle' in my body! I should've gotten rid of you earlier! "
Feng Xinglang mocked Cong Gang's words.
Cong Gang smiled. His smile was light and airy.
He glanced downstairs again, and the smile on his face became even wider.
It was just that the nature of his smile had changed!
*****
"Clang!" Without waiting for Housekeeper Mo to open the door, under Yan Bang's continuous vicious kicks, the door of the living room was forcibly kicked open by him.
"Mister Yan, you …"
Housekeeper Mo, who came to open the door, was almost hit by the door.
"Where's Cong Gang? Where is he? Where did Feng Xinglang hide him? "
Yan Bang roared angrily.
How did he know that Second Young Master had placed Cong Gang under house arrest?
Housekeeper Mo knew that Yan Bang didn't come with good intentions and was worried that he would ruin Second Young Master's plans. He instinctively wanted to stop the flustered and exasperated Yan Bang.
"Mister Yan, what happened? Why are you so angry? "
"Where's Feng Xinglang? Is he hiding in a corner with Cong Gang? "
Yan Bang looked at the living room of the Feng family and looked upstairs.
He remembered every word that Cong Gang said on the phone.
'Old Mo, go downstairs and get me some light food! I'm not used to this lamb chop and Australian lobster! '
Not only was Cong Gang in the Feng family, but he was also drinking and chatting with Feng Xinglang!
Lamb chop? Lobster? What a scene!
"Mister Yan, please have some tea. I'll call Second Young Master now … "
"No need! I'll go upstairs to find him myself! "
Yan Bang pushed Housekeeper Mo away, and angrily stormed upstairs.
"Mister Yan … Mister Yan … please have some tea first!"
Housekeeper Mo's loud shout for Yan Bang, who had already gone upstairs, was actually to give Second Young Master Feng Xinglang a reminder.
"Yan Bang?"
Feng Xinglang, who was in the sunroom, heard Housekeeper Mo's reminder. At the same time, he also heard Yan Bang's heavy and impatient footsteps.
Yan Bang went straight to the sunroom on the third floor!
Downstairs of the Feng family's villa, he could already see the lights in the sunroom on the third floor.
"Why is he here?"
Feng Xinglang muttered to himself and stood up.
Subconsciously, he glanced at Cong Gang, whose limbs were chained, as if deciding whether to let Cong Gang go first?
Although he did not know the exact reason, he clearly realized that Yan Bang was here for Cong Gang!
When Feng Xinglang subconsciously searched for the key on his body, Yan Bang had already appeared in front of him.
"Bang? Why are you here? You didn't stay in the detention center to set it on fire? "
Feng Xinglang teased humorously. It was a little cold.
"Lamb chop? Australian lobster? Red wine? What a scene! Feng Xinglang, can I take a look at the person you invited to the banquet? "
On Yan Bang's fierce-looking, scarred face, there was a cold smile that was neither a smile nor a smile on his face.
"You came at the right time! Then let the three of us have a good chat face to face! "
Since Yan Bang created this opportunity, he, Feng Xinglang, would make good use of it!
"I came at the wrong time, didn't I?"
Yan Bang smiled coldly. "I must have disturbed the two of you from drinking and chatting happily!"
Cong Gang, who was in the sunroom, was sitting comfortably. He used the thin blanket on the sofa to cover the scabs on his hands and feet. He seemed to be enjoying it.
"Cong Gang, there's a road to heaven, but you don't want to take it. There's no door to hell, but you insist on coming? Are you pretending to be dead? I will fulfill your wish today! "
Yan Bang pulled out a dagger with a cold glint from his waist. With a gust of wind, he slashed at Cong Gang, who was sitting on the sofa.
"Yan Bang, what are you doing? Can you finish what you want to say first? "
Feng Xinglang instinctively stepped forward to block Yan Bang. Yan Bang's elbow pushed him, and his injured leg had not recovered yet. Feng Xinglang lost his balance and fell backwards …
Cong Gang was still sitting quietly, not moving an inch.
The way he looked at Yan Bang was as if he was looking at a clown in all sorts of ugly ways.
It was as if the dagger in Yan Bang's hand was not a sharp dagger, but a prop for show.
Clang!
The dagger in Yan Bang's hand did not hit Cong Gang. Instead, it hit a steel pipe.
"Bassoon? You fucking dare to meddle in this daddy's business? Get lost! "
"If President Feng doesn't allow you to touch him, you can't touch him!"
Bassoon replied indifferently. He was not intimidated by Yan Bang's hostility.
His reply was quite good. Firstly, it could infuriate Yan Bang. Secondly, it could draw a clear line between him and Cong Gang.
A little bastard dares to stop me, Yan Bang?
Bursting with rage, Yan Bang raised the dagger in his hand and slashed at Bassoon, who was on the verge of losing control.
Cong Gang watched quietly. His lips curled up into a faint sneer. Every now and then, he would glance at Feng Xinglang.
Not only was Bassoon agile, but he was also quite nimble. He skillfully dodged Yan Bang's attacks, causing the furious Yan Bang to change his target to Cong Gang, who was watching the show from the sofa.
Before Yan Bang could completely raise his dagger, Bassoon had already collided with him, pushing Yan Bang away from Cong Gang.
Yan Bang, who was unable to get his hands on Bassoon, felt as if he was about to devour Bassoon.
"Enough! Stop fighting!"
Feng Xinglang reprimanded. "Since the two of you are here, let's have a good talk. What kind of hatred is it that makes the two of you so irreconcilable?"
Feng Xinglang pulled over a chair and sat down steadily.
However, Yan Bang did not seem to want to say a word to Cong Gang. As for Cong Gang, he did not even look at Yan Bang in the eye.
"What? None of you have anything to say?"
Feng Xinglang sneered. "Or are you all fucking mute?"
"Yan Bang, remember this. If you want to kill me, don't do it in front of Feng Xinglang! Feng Xinglang will never allow you to kill me! Can't you tell? How stupid! "
Cong Gang was the first to speak.
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