Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Cong Gang\'s movements were very fluid, and in one breath, it was perfect.

Not giving the sad Feng Xinglang a chance to struggle or resist.

It had to be known: Beating this thing on Feng Xinglang\'s body was no easier than touching a tiger\'s P-share!

If he could choose, Cong Gang would definitely be more willing to touch the tiger\'s P-share!

Of course it wouldn\'t feel good if someone suddenly punched a hard object into the muscle.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Xinglang instinctively defended and gave Cong Gang, who was still holding the modified Qi Nail Spear, a side kick.

His objective had already been achieved, and when Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, he turned to dodge; probably because he was worried about the wound on his arm, but he, who wanted to take a glance at, was still kicked by him.

"Hiss …" "Uh, what is it?"

Feng Xinglang moved his arm a bit. His muscle tissue was destroyed, causing him to gasp in pain.

"This is something that a metal detector is unable to detect!" The wound will heal within 24 hours. I will only activate it after you have successfully entered the Hetun\'s lair! "

"It\'s for you to collect the corpses! I hope to collect all of their corpses! "

Cong Gang looked quite relaxed. However, Feng Xinglang was unable to make out whether the latter sentence was a joke or the truth.

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled, lowering his head to look at the wound on his shoulder.

The wound was only the size of two beans, so it was totally negligible. However, the muscle that had been invaded by an outsider had an unspeakable feeling of swelling and discomfort.

"Why don\'t you put a liquid explosive in my body! This daddy will die together with the Hetun! "

Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, full of hostility. After drinking, he was even more ruthless and ruthless.

"What, you want to die with Hetun? And with his wife and children? "

Cong Gang was always able to understand Feng Xinglang\'s\' Holy Will \'in this way.

He carefully wiped away the blood on Feng Xinglang\'s wound using a sterile towel. However, there was no ointment stuck to the wound to promote healing.

He seemed to want Feng Xinglang\'s wound to heal on its own. That would look more natural.

"You know so much about Hetun … Is it because I made this choice that I am sure I can survive? " Feng Xinglang probed.

Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang\'s depressed and dejected eyes, and said lightly:

"Under normal circumstances, you can survive!"

"What about under normal circumstances?"

Feng Xinglang asked.

"Under normal circumstances... It\'s hard to say! "

This question seemed to be a waste of time.

"Then how will the unchosen party and I die?"

Feng Xinglang asked again.

Cong Gang stopped in front of his canvas bag once again and turned back to look at Feng Xinglang with a deep gaze.

"Why are you so anxious to know? If I were to give it a try personally, wouldn\'t I know everything then!? "

It was very obvious that Cong Gang did not want to answer Feng Xinglang\'s question.

Feng Xinglang squinted, stared sharply at Cong Gang who was looking for something inside the canvas bag, and coldly said:

"If my guess is correct, you must be one of the foster son s that was abandoned by the Hetun, right?"

Cong Gang\'s movements froze.

Only then did he realize the profoundness of the Chinese proverb: Accompanying the monarch like a tiger!

Cong Gang did not answer, nor did he deny it. But it doesn\'t seem to be a tacit agreement.

"I told you, I don\'t want to know about your past! But since the day you were picked up by me, you have been mine! "

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, "If I can\'t personally kill Hetun, then I will leave the heavy responsibility of history to you!"

"It\'s such a pity, I don\'t accept your trust in history! You\'d better find another savior! "

Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang.

"You can\'t bear to part with your foster father\'s life? "Then what are you doing now?"

Feng Xinglang asked with a cold smile.

"I will protect your life!" Cong Gang said indifferently.

Suddenly, Cong Gang turned around and added, "I will do my best to protect your life! But you can choose to kill yourself! "

"..."

Feng Xinglang really wanted to fight with Cong Gang! Because every single word he said was extremely infuriating.

"Tell me, what will the Hetun do to Lin Xueluo and her son?"

Feng Xinglang seemed to be unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart, he pounced towards Cong Gang who was packing up his things.

"Don\'t move, it\'s Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang\'s waist was struck by Cong Gang, and his body went limp as he was pushed onto the carpet.

Yan Bang was an expert in fighting, but Cong Gang knew that every single detail on a person\'s body was fatal.

But to deal with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang only used a fifth of his strength, which was enough to temporarily make him weak and escape.

Cong Gang was not in the mood to argue with Feng Xinglang, he had heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs before Feng Xinglang did.

"Are you so afraid of him?"

Feng Xinglang saw the nervousness on Cong Gang\'s face.

"Do you want me to die again?"

Cong Gang said meaningfully.

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to understand the deeper meaning of his words, Cong Gang had already brought his canvas bag and disappeared from the window.

As expected, they were all despicable things. They were all gentlemen of the emperor!

The Butler Mo opened the door for Yan Bang.

"Where\'s Feng Xinglang?" Yan Bang asked straightforwardly.

"The Second Young Master is upstairs." The Butler Mo said humbly, "I will go upstairs and call him for you."

"No need! I\'ll go up and find him myself. "

Yan Bang strode through the living room, and just as he stepped onto the stairs, he stopped and turned his head back.

"Has your Second Young Master eaten dinner yet?" he asked.

"I\'ve eaten …" "My appetite is not bad." The Butler Mo answered truthfully.

Yan Bang thoughtfully nodded his head, "Alright, you guys don\'t have to come upstairs tonight. I will take good care of Xinglang. "

Did that mean he was going to stay here tonight?

"Then I\'ll have to trouble Mr. Yan!"

For Yan Bang to be able to live here, at least the Butler Mo would be slightly at ease.

At this point, both the Butler Mo and the Nanny An had already come to a realization: If this family had to sacrifice a person to survive, the appropriate candidate would definitely be the First Young Master, Feng Lixin!

One was the morning sun, the other was the evening. It went without saying just who was more important.

But in Feng Lixin\'s medical room, Yan Bang could not find Feng Xinglang. The interior was neatly packed. He probably hadn\'t even entered.

Looking for the slightest sound, Yan Bang headed towards the main bedroom on the second floor.

Pushing the door open, he was immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol.

It was not strong. It should be a mild red wine or something like that.

Feng Xinglang laid on the huge wedding bed, wrapped in the color of celebration. He was playing with an exquisite brocade box in his hand.

"What about using the wine to get rid of our worries?"

Yan Bang took the embroidered box from Feng Xinglang\'s hands and weighed it in his hands, "What treasure? So much love? "

However, it was snatched away by Feng Xinglang, "Don\'t touch my things!"

"So petty?"

Yan Bang sat down along the side of the wedding and leisurely asked: "If you don\'t discuss with me, how do you plan to deal with Hetun?"

"Bon, tell me, is it really important to kiss your big brother? Or is it more important to be a sleeping woman? "

Feng Xinglang asked.

"Not as important as you!"

Yan Bang didn\'t even think as he blurted out.