Chapter 1281 What Can You Do to Me?

"Yes! I want it!"

Cong Gang asked directly, and Feng Xinglang also answered directly.

This way of speaking is happy and satisfying.

"But I won't give it to you!"

Cong Gang spoke calmly, but Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth when he heard it.

"What's the use of destroying Yulong City? It can't bring you wealth! In other words, you have no ability to use Yulong City to create wealth for yourself! In your hands, Yulong City is just a pile of waste. building!"

"I won't give it to you either!"

Feng Xinglang spoke so passionately, but Cong Gang deserved to be so calm.

It’s completely time to start fighting again!

"I will use one billion to buy the Royal Dragon City from your hands!"

Feng Xinglang said while holding back his anger.

"I'll keep Yulong City to raise grass, and I won't even give it to you!"

Cong Gang's words could really make Feng Xinglang angry.

"Cong Gang, are you out of your mind? What's the use of keeping those lukewarm abandoned buildings?"

"Of course it works! At least it can make you, Feng Xinglang, jump up and down with anger!"

You don't need to ask Cong Gang to know that Feng Xinglang asked him for Yulong City because of Yan Bang.

Cong Gang didn't want to give it, so of course Feng Xinglang couldn't get it. If the hard one doesn't work, then use the soft one.

"I have taken a fancy to a piece of land in the hands of Yan Bang. The land on Shenjiang Road in the south of the city is connected to the port to the south and a tourist resort to the east. It is only two blocks away from the city center... It is a rare cornucopia! I I want to build a financial street there, which may become the business card of Shanghai City. So I came to you for help, and I want to use the Yulong City in your hand to exchange for that piece of land with Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang said it very sincerely, almost bursting into tears.

"Based on your relationship with Yan Bang, if you really wanted that land, he wouldn't have to give it up to please you?" Cong Gang said softly.

"But I don't want to owe him a favor!"

Feng Xinglang said righteously.

Then he added: "I don't have to pay back what I owe you! But I must pay back what I owe Yan Bang!"

What you owe Yan Bang must be paid, but what you owe him doesn't need to be paid? Doesn't it mean that he has a further relationship with Feng Xinglang?

These words were full of warmth in Cong Gang's ears.

"Why do you think you don't need to pay back what you owe me?"

Cong Gang wanted a more precise answer.

If the topic ended here, Cong Gang would still be left with a good guess; but as soon as Feng Xinglang spoke, he was in trouble again.

"I even gave you your life. Do you still need me to give you those extraneous things?"

"..." The corners of Cong Gang's lips twitched slightly, and he was at a loss for words.

"Let me ask you again: Yulongcheng, will you give it or not?"

"No!"

"What about exchanging it with you for one billion?"

"Not even!"

"...Cong Gang, you damn don't want to drink wine as a penalty if you don't eat the toast!"

"I won't eat the toast, let alone the fine wine! What can you do to me?"

"..."

This trip to Qibei Mountain City made Feng Xinglang very angry!

"My dear son, come here and give your dad a hug!"

Feng Xinglang, who returned to the Feng family, desperately needed family affection to calm the anger in his heart.

"I won't hug you!"

But he didn't expect that even his own son would become stubborn with him, "You like Bai Doudou and Bai Yaya so much, and that little P child Yan Wuyan; you keep asking them to call you Baba, go and ask them to do it." You’ve already hugged me! Why are you still hugging me, a naughty child that you don’t like!”

This little jealous guy actually stayed on standby for so long?

"You really don't want to hug me?"

Feng Xinglang made a sign of pain, "If I can't hold my son, my father's heart will be so painful!"

The little guy glared at his father with disgust, "Don't play such cruel tricks, my son is already immune!"

"Uncle...Uncle, I give you a hug!"

The little cutie had been listening attentively to the conversation between her uncle and brother Nuonuo. When she felt the time was right, she immediately ran over.

"You are still sensible! I can't help but feel sorry for my uncle!"

Feng Xinglang picked up Feng Tuantuan and kissed her as a reward.

"Does this hurt? Please rub your heart for uncle!"

The little cutie used her soft little hands to rub Feng Xinglang's chest a few times.

They say that my daughter is a caring little cotton-padded jacket, and it really seems like that.

It's a pity that this thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket belongs to someone else, so I can only use it to comfort myself occasionally.

Seeing Feng Tuantuan trying her best to behave in her husband's arms, Xueluo couldn't help but feel a little melancholy: If only she could give birth to a little cotton-padded jacket for this man! I really want to see what kind of pampering the man will do!

But now, hope has dropped from slim to zero. It is impossible for me and her husband Feng Xinglang to give birth to a new life.

"Feng Tuantuan, you are so annoying! You just know how to act cute!"

Lin Nuo, the arrogant child who failed to succeed in his arrogance, was inevitably a little bit angry.

"Brother Nuonuo, if you don't want to hug your uncle, your uncle will be so distressed! You can't bear to leave your uncle, and your uncle will feel sorry for you!"

Feng Tuantuan, who was held in his uncle's arms, was as soft as a living pillow and so cute that people couldn't help but love him.

"He is my biological father. What does it have to do with you whether he feels sorry for you or not? He wants you to be troublesome!"

The little guy sternly complained about Feng Tuantuan's fault.

"Nono, don't be so arrogant! Tuantuan is your sister, what are you doing to her?"

Xue Luowen scolded her son who was a little angry.

The aggrieved child Lin Nuo moved closer to his mother and muttered dissatisfied, "Mommy, my real father already has several godsons and daughters, so you can also find me some godfathers!"

What a willful, pampered and proud little thing!

Xueluo gently patted her slightly injured son, "Okay! Whichever one you think is suitable, give it to Mommy for reference."

In order to achieve a better 'tit for tat' effect, Xueluo recommended it, "Mommy thinks Lao Twelve and Lao Ba are pretty good!"

"That won't work! I call Hetun foster father, and they also call him foster father; and then I call Lao Twelve and the others godfather? How embarrassing!"

This is a terrible idea from Mommy!

The mother and son really treated Feng Xinglang as a transparent person!

"Okay, my dear father knows he was wrong! From today on, my dear father only wants to make little Linnuo his own son!"

"That's pretty much it!"

The little guy's arrogant little mouth raised again, "Feng Xinglang, my son forgives you! But don't let it happen again, otherwise my son will also find a few more godfathers to make you angry! Hmph!"

…

As soon as Yan Bang's Lamborghini drove out of Yezhuang, a black Passat blocked his path.

From the opened car window, Yan Bang saw Chong San.

Yan Bang knew that Chong San was from Cong Gang. Judging from the nickname, he should be the third oldest.

The current Yulong City is managed by Chong San. It turns out that a long time ago, he was the spy arranged by Cong Gang in Yulong City.

What is he doing to find me?