Chapter 1052 I Understand Your Pain

Not to mention thrilling, you can't even smell the smell of blood!

But Wei Kang vaguely smelled a hint of tension.

In fact, the game between Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang was I understand you!

Facing Feng Xinglang's eyes, which were already big even if he didn't have to pretend, Cong Gang's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Watch him!"

Cong Gang threw these three words at Wei Kang and the others, then turned and left the room.

"..."

Is this really the time to cook noodles for Feng Xinglang?

Wei Kang seemed to feel a little sorry for his master: He was still a boss after all, and it was very uncharacteristic of him to abandon his armor and go get food for others!

Even if he really wants to make noodles for Feng Xinglang, it should be done by his subordinates, right?

"Wei Kang!"

Wei Kang was about to turn around and go out, but was stopped by Feng Xinglang, who was lying flat on the wooden bed, "Come and talk with me."

Wei Kang frowned slightly, knowing that Feng Xinglang probably had something to say, so he looked sideways at Yanawa beside him and muttered something in Thai.

Yannava glanced at Feng Xinglang, then turned and left.

The anesthetic effect on Feng Xinglang's body has not been completely eliminated, so no matter how good his eloquence is, he can't escape from here.

"Wei Kang, you should have noticed that your master doesn't dare to mess with me!"

Feng Xinglang sat up and slightly twitched the corners of his lips: "It's only a matter of time before Cong Gang surrenders to me!"

Wei Kang was not stupid, and of course he could hear the alienation in Feng Xinglang's words.

But subconsciously, Wei Kang recognized Feng Xinglang's words. Originally, Cong Gang was Feng Xinglang's close bodyguard.

As for why the commotion has reached this point, it is unknown.

But one thing Wei Kang is sure of: Cong Gang's purpose is not to kill Feng Xinglang quickly, or to take away his money and power!

It felt like the master and servant were joking, but they seemed to be playing it very seriously, making it look like real life!

"We'll talk about the next thing later! All I know is to obey him, that's all!"

Wei Kang did not fall for Feng Xinglang's trap.

He knew that Feng Xinglang was a person with clear grudges. Even if the boss really surrendered to him again in the future, Feng Xinglang would not embarrass him because of the current 'confrontation'.

"I'm so unaware!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"have!"

Wei Kang responded cheerfully, "But I won't give it to you! Because my master doesn't like others smoking in front of him!"

"..." Feng Xinglang's lips twitched again, "I can't tell, but you are quite loyal!"

After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang didn't seem to want to give up, "Wouldn't it be better to show off your abilities by hanging out with me? It's not like you've never hung out with me before!"

But when I think about it in retrospect, it's really a bit trivial.

Feng Xinglang remembered that Wei Kang was hanging around Yan Bang at first; later he was discovered by him; and later, Wei Kang still chose his original master - the death-seeking Cong Gang!

From Wei Kang to Basong, Feng Xinglang's whole body started to feel worse.

It seems that Cong Gang is really keen on placing his minions and eyeliners around Yan Bang, and then being exploited and used by him, Feng Xinglang?

And if you are not satisfied once, how many times will you do it again?

Just because he, Feng Xinglang, trusts Yan Bang more?

No need to guess, there should be an informant installed by Cong Gang around Yan Bang!

"Wei Kang, how did you get placed next to Yan Bang by that devil Cong Gang? By the way, there's also that Zhong San."

Feng Xinglang asked casually. He knew Wei Kang would not tell him honestly.

Just asking to relieve my boredom.

"Maybe I just want you to know: if our Boss wanted to kill Yan Bang, it would only take a matter of minutes! But you chose to keep Cong Gang and get rid of our Boss... Feng Xinglang, if you weren't so stupid , that is true love for Yan Bang!"

As soon as he heard Wei Kang's words, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows almost twisted into twists.

"You're blind! I'm a complete heterosexual, can't you see that?"

Feng Xinglang cursed. If he hadn't been weak, he would have given Wei Kang an uppercut.

"Then what are you excited about? It seems like you and Yan Bang are really in love!"

Wei Kang said coldly and humorously. Not only was he chatting with Feng Xinglang, he also wanted to test Feng Xinglang's tone.

Because he didn't want the person Feng Xinglang wanted to get rid of to be his boss Cong Gang.

But Feng Xinglang didn't seem to want to continue talking nonsense with Wei Kang. He lay back on the wooden bed and said, "Go and make me a cup of coffee. I want freshly ground coffee."

"No! Our boss only drinks tea, so only tea!"

"..."

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When Cong Gang came in with a dinner plate, Feng Xinglang was lying on the wooden bed with his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

The Italian beef tenderloin braised pasta is sizzling. The rich aroma of the heavy flavor filled the small room, and it was hard for Feng Xinglang not to smell it.

Cong Gang moved a simple trestle-type small dining table to the side of the wooden bed and placed the sizzling dining table on it.

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Cong Gang with contempt.

"Pretend! Why don't you serve me like a dog?! Cong Gang, this is your bad nature! You can't change it in this life!"

Feng Xinglang's arrogance and arrogance in front of Cong Gang were deep-rooted.

From the day Cong Gang was picked up by him, his status was destined to be despicable. At least that's what Feng Xinglang has always thought!

Feng Xinglang picked up the fork and stirred it, then frowned slightly and raised his head to look at Cong Gang.

"You bitch didn't put poison in it, did you?"

"Don't dare! There's no need! The key is too much trouble!"

Cong Gang moved a chair and sat down opposite Feng Xinglang.

"Take a bite first and I will believe you!"

Feng Xinglang no longer believes in Cong Gang as he did before.

Because it turned out that Cong Gang had escaped Feng Xinglang's control and became uncontrollable.

"..." Cong Gang was startled for a moment.

Let him take a bite first?

What's the meaning?

Do you want him to eat it on his plate?

Seeing that Cong Gang was silent, Feng Xinglang frowned and said, "You damn didn't really poison me, did you?"

The corner of Cong Gang's lips trembled slightly, and when he took the fork from Feng Xinglang's hand, his rough palm trembled unnoticeably. He ate the braised noodles that Feng Xinglang had mixed on his fork in one bite.

Watching Cong Gang swallow it into his stomach, and waiting for a few more seconds, Feng Xinglang started to eat with appetite.

Feng Xinglang knew that Cong Gang would not poison him to death, but it would be difficult to embarrass him.

Feng Xinglang's food was not polite and he was not a gentleman, but his wild way of eating made people feel delicious just by looking at it.

Glancing at the bandaged wound below Cong Gang's collarbone, Feng Xinglang took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Cong Gang, can't we be like before? Even if you don't want to condescend to be my subordinate, Feng Xinglang, we can still treat each other as brothers!"

Feng Xinglang started his ‘Chicken Soup for the Soul’ mode.

"Let's wait until I kill Hetun!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and then looked away.

"You and Hetun have a bitter feud...or is it because of your mother's affairs?" Feng Xinglang continued to ask.

"Not at all!"

Cong Gang lowered his head, as if he had some unsolvable thoughts.

"Not entirely? What else?"

Feng Xinglang put another forkful of braised noodles into his mouth, chewing it while looking at Cong Gang.

"Avenge the old Feng Xinglang! He saved my life, I can't let him get beaten by others in vain! Not even his own father!"

Cong Gang's words suddenly made Feng Xinglang choke.

Suddenly, his heart ached. Even breathing seemed to be blocked.

"Cong Gang, there's no need... even if you want to return his biological affection."

It took a long time for Feng Xinglang to get over the heart-wrenching depression.

He tried hard to put this part of his life in the past, but someone didn't want him to forget it!

Every time someone uncovered it, it hurt so much that he bled.

"Feng Xinglang, are you tired?"

Cong Gang did not directly answer Feng Xinglang's words, but asked in a calm voice.

Feng Xinglang raised his head from the silence and looked at Cong Gang's face that was very close at hand: It seemed that this face was still the same as before, and had not changed at all!

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang suddenly touched his cheek and asked meaningfully:

"Cong Gang, have I changed?"

"It hasn't changed much! At least I can still recognize you!"

Cong Gang's words were gentle and clear.

It really makes me want to sleep.

"Cong Gang... don't bother anymore! Let the past pass... I just want to live the rest of my life with my wife and children!"

Feng Xinglang drank all the orange juice in the glass in one gulp.

"Don't worry, I won't disturb your life with your wife and children anymore; but you can't stop me from doing what I want to do!"

Cong Gang's calm and gentle voice made people want to sleep more and more.

"Cong Gang, do you understand me?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I don't need to understand you! You don't need to let others understand you!"

Cong Gang's voice was still gentle.

"Guess, do I understand you?" Feng Xinglang asked back.

"You do not understand!"

Cong Gang smiled faintly, "But you like to pretend to understand!"

Feng Xinglang probably didn't hear the next sentence. Because he was already lying on the dining table, soundly asleep.

Feng Xinglang's prediction was right: Cong Gang wouldn't really poison him, but maybe he would poison him with something else.

The world is finally quiet!

"Sleep again?"

Looking at Feng Xinglang who was lying down, Wei Kang walked in and asked.

Cong Gang's eyes slowly moved away from Feng Xinglang's handsome face.

"Go get a rope and tie him up!"

"Ah? Tie up Feng Xinglang?"

Wei Kang was slightly startled, "He's already so sleepy, there's no need to tie him up, right?"

Wei Kang stated a fact.

Since the intention was not to kill Feng Xinglang, what was the point of binding him? Wouldn't it be more comfortable for him to sleep on the wooden bed like this?

Unless the Boss doesn’t want Feng Xinglang to feel comfortable!

"You don't want the 10 million ransom?"

Cong Gang turned his head and asked coldly, "Or do you want to take over the order from Somalia so that you can earn back the ten million for me?"

"I'm going to find the rope right now!"

Wei Kang turned around immediately.

"Get some more blood and smear it on Feng Xinglang's clean face. Then send a photo to Yan Bang and ask him to take 10 million to Guanhaitai to redeem him."