Chapter 1342: Seeking Death as Cannon Fodder?

This psycho again!

At this moment, Feng Xinglang was not in a bright mood. Even a little dark! It was so depressing that he couldn't breathe!

The anxious Feng Xinglang originally wanted to hit him with his car; the worst possible outcome would be that both cars would be injured.

It could be seen that Feng Xinglang had no intention of slowing down, so Yan Bang got out of the car and blocked the narrow intersection with his own flesh and blood.

There was a sudden "squeak" of the brakes, and a long series of sparks were created between the tires and the ground.

"You're looking for death!"

Feng Xinglang angrily stuck his head out of the car window and scolded Yan Bang who was seeking death.

Yan Bang's expression was not much better. In fact, when Feng Xinglang went up to Panshan Road, he was already guarding here. He waited until Feng Xinglang came down the mountain again before he stepped in to block him.

Yan Bang did not stop Feng Xinglang from going up the mountain; because he knew that Feng Xinglang would do anything for his son. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop it!

As for his purpose of waiting here, it is unknown.

Yan Bang didn't move away or say anything, he just stared at Feng Xinglang in the cab with a deep gaze.

"Get out of the way! Otherwise I'll hit you to death!"

Feng Xinglang stepped on the accelerator and made a loud noise, but Yan Bang still stood motionless, as if his soul had escaped from its shell!

With another curse, Feng Xinglang got out of the car, rushed to the front of the car and tried hard to push Yan Bang away...

But he was hugged by Yan Bang!

"Lang, what did you promise Cong Gang?"

Yan Bang hissed in a low voice, trembling like a wandering ghost.

"What did you promise? I fought with him! Outwit him!"

Feng Xinglang didn't know what Yan Bangwen meant by his words, but he felt obviously uncomfortable with his sudden embrace.

He pushed Yan Bang away in disgust, "What the hell are you doing here? Do you want to fight with me? Or do you want to fight with Cong Gang?"

After Feng Xinglang pushed him away, Yan Bang discovered that Feng Xinglang's shirt was stained with large amounts of blood.

"Lon, are you injured? Where is it? Arm or shoulder?"

Yan Bang, who came forward to check, was pushed away by Feng Xinglang again, "Don't touch me! I'm holding back a lot of anger! Do you want to commit suicide and become cannon fodder?"

"What's wrong with you, Cong Gang? Did you make any shady request?"

Yan Bang's inquiries always had a dark tone. Perhaps in his opinion, Cong Gang was an insidious character.

"Stop meddling in your mother's business!"

Feng Xinglang groped in his pants pocket irritably, only to realize that his cigarettes had already been finished by Cong Gang, "Do you have any cigarettes? A cigar is fine too!"

Yan Bang was used to smoking cigars; but Feng Xinglang didn't like the too strong smell.

"have!"

Yan Bang took out a box of hardcover cigars from the storage box under the hood of the Lamborghini. He picked out a cigar that was slightly thicker than a cigarette but slightly thinner than what he usually smoked, lit it, and brought it to Feng Xinglang's lips.

"Don't swallow the smoke...make a loop in your mouth and spit it out!"

Before Yan Bang finished his reminder, Feng Xinglang was choked by the rich and pungent smoke of the cigar and coughed.

"What's wrong? Are you so frizzy? What's wrong with Cong Gang?"

Yan Bang put his hand on Feng Xinglang's blood-stained shoulder, but he didn't hear any sound of pain from Feng Xinglang, so he concluded that the blood on his shirt was not Feng Xinglang's own.

"Cong Gang didn't touch me, but I beat him up... the blood on my body is his."

Feng Xinglang snorted lightly. This is not the case, but saying it this way may be a bit of a good thing.

"He...didn't fight back?"

Yan Bang asked doubtfully. If he really didn't fight back, it would prove that his sixth sense was accurate.

"Are you fucking done yet? Let me tell you straight: you're not fucking qualified to carry Cong Gang's shoes!"

These words are a bit hurtful. But Feng Xinglang was so open-minded.

Yan Bang stared at the frizzy Feng Xinglang with his calm eyes and grinned: "In your mind, am I so inferior?"

Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes at Yan Bang and said sternly: "I want to kill Cong Gang!"

This is a bit angry.

Cong Gang called your son as you wished, and he was seriously injured just now for saving your biological father... but you, Feng Xinglang, want to kill him?

Not only is it unkind, it is simply repaying kindness with hatred!

"OK!"

When Feng Xinglang said this, Yan Bang immediately became excited, "We can cooperate! You come up with ideas, and I provide manpower and material resources!"

Feng Xinglang glared at Yan Bang fiercely and hissed angrily, "But before I kill Cong Gang, I will kill you first!"

"..." Yan Bang was stunned: What do you mean? Does this ruffian want to be a loner?

…

Feng Xinglang did not go back to Feng's house directly, but rushed to GK to take a shower and change out of his blood-stained clothes.

By the way, it was a show of regal power!

When Feng Xinglang broke into the secretary's office, it happened to be afternoon tea time. Everyone was playing with Xiao Wuyan who had just woken up.

A strong little guy, so cute and cute. Occasionally, he would gnaw on his meaty little hands.

"It's okay...you're so cute!"

Without Xia Yishu and the CEO's wife's secretary office, the atmosphere seemed much more harmonious.

Although Xueluo is modest and cautious, her status as the CEO's wife really makes it difficult for her colleagues to really let go. So when the snow falls, they will usually be respectful and do whatever they need to do. Sometimes I even cancel the afternoon tea time, I just want to work hard to perform well.

"I love children so much that I should go back and have one immediately!"

Feng Xinglang's slightly harsh scolding voice made the entire secretarial office suddenly quiet.

I could only hear Xiao Wuyan's wah-ah-ah-ah, and the CEO Chaofeng was dancing happily. He recognized his godfather Feng Xinglang and liked him.

"Nina went to Jinkedu and won't be able to get back until four in the afternoon. And... there's still half an hour left."

"Yeah, I got it. Let's go do something! Give me the child!"

Wendy immediately gave Feng Xinglang the little one in her arms.

Yan Wuyang, who was held in Feng Xinglang's arms, was full of joy and kept squealing while holding Feng Xinglang's cheek.

After Feng Xinglang carried the little thing into the office, he realized: How could he have brought this little scourge into his arms?

Thinking that the little thing's mother was still working hard for her, the anger subsided.

"It's better that your life is good! My biological father doesn't hurt me, but I, my godfather, do!"

Feng Xinglang threw the small things on the sofa bed in the lounge and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Although the little guy hasn't crawled yet, he can already roll over on his own.

As soon as I took a shower and was about to dry myself, I heard a muffled thud from outside the bathroom door, and then the cry of Yan Wuyang's child...