Chapter 1737 Waiting for Tenderness 13

Year after year, it doesn’t seem to make much sense to young children. It's nothing more than celebrating another birthday.

But for Feng Xinglang, it was unforgettable.

One year ago today, Cong Gang died! Feng Xinglang died to save him.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang still had a little hope: maybe Cong Gang really is a superman; or maybe he is really the most powerful as his son Lin Nuo said...

But all hopes and fantasies had to be defeated by this cruel reality day after day.

Cong Gang never came back alive!

No news, as if he was really dead!

Totally dead!

There is no life left to be found!

Like dust being swept away! Only memories remain!

Feng Xinglang came alone today. He did not bring his two sons with him.

This summer vacation, my eldest son Feng Linnuo had a great time playing in Repulse Bay in Hetun. I heard that in order to please his grandson, Hetun used a glider and an aircraft; I also heard that he got a lion cub and a cheetah cub from the Middle East to feed him.

The younger son, Feng Chongchong, was much calmer. Since weaning off breast milk, the little one seems to be feeding better. Didn't show any signs of clinginess. Occasionally he would wake up by himself, and as long as he was not hungry, he would quietly look at a corner or the ceiling without crying or making a fuss.

Ever since he could crawl, Feng Chongchong had a hobby that worried his mommy Xueluo: as long as he put the little thing on the crawling mat, after a while, the little thing would crawl to a corner and sit quietly. It has to be scary.

Xueluo thought that her youngest son Chongchong had the legendary autism, but Feng Xinglang disagreed. He said it's called personality.

Because every time he stared deeply into the little thing's eyes, he could feel his son's aloof heart.

In front of this retro villa that was gradually covered with ivy, Feng Xinglang stood in silence for a long time.

A villa without life is like a desolate tomb.

Feng Xinglang couldn't remember how many times he had come here to brush his face since Cong Gang's death... Every time he brushed his face, he felt more solemn and more disappointed.

No matter how powerful you are, you still can't escape the God of Death's plan.

"It's pretty comfortable over there, right? Without me as an uncle to take care of...your life..."

Feng Xinglang paused for a moment, then changed his words: "How boring your ghost life will be!"

Looking at the unchanging scenery, Feng Xinglang frowned deeply, walked over slowly, and sat down on the dark gray simple single sofa.

As the saying goes, the ghost never leaves! With a character as powerful as Cong Gang, it is only logical that Yinhun should be stronger than others!

But Feng Xinglang had been here so many times, but he never felt Cong Gang's presence once.

It seems that Cong Gang just went on a long trip and his return date has not yet been determined!

But, all this is just Feng Xinglang's subjective wish!

Perhaps he, Feng Xinglang, will never find a close bodyguard like Cong Gang who is as loyal to him and has no desires or desires in his lifetime!

Also a good friend!

It's just that sometimes his temper can be tougher and arrogant than his master.

The sense of security that Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang could not be given by anyone else! It seemed that as long as Cong Gang was by his side, Feng Xinglang could sleep peacefully even in the dragon's pond and tiger's den.

only……

"Bitch, if you want to die, just die... Can't you choose a quiet place and die quietly by yourself? You have to show your presence in front of me! You will make me feel that I owe you for the rest of my life. …”

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Although saving my master is what you should do as a scoundrel... But is the way you died a little intentional? You should wait until you save my master. Go die in silence!”

"I knew you did it on purpose, you bitch..."

The cool environment has taken away the heat and is a bit refreshing.

The turbulent waves at that moment, the flames soaring into the sky at that moment... seemed to be replayed in Feng Xinglang's mind frame by frame like rewinding. It's just that I can't see Cong Gang's face clearly!

Feng Xinglang shook his head, not wanting those too sad things to occupy his entire mood.

He tried hard to recall some pleasant memories:

[Don’t try...you can’t beat me! 】

[I went too far, what can you do to me? 】

【You will thank me later! 】

【Because you are too greedy! 】

In a daze, Feng Xinglang was awakened: even the memories were so irritating and depressing!

greedy?

Why are you greedy?

Money? Earning milk powder money for my wife and children, can this be called greedy? !

Power? Feng Xinglang would not deliberately try to win over the yamen. In other words, he is not interested in dignitaries at all.

What on earth did Cong Gang say he was greedy for?

Just die, those who are still making trouble will not live in peace!

He originally came to worship Cong Gang, but Feng Xinglang left with anger!

…

When Feng Xinglang arrived at Yulong City, Yan Bang, who couldn't take care of himself, was still bedridden.

In this month, whether it was a call from Shao Yuanjun or a call from Leopard Tou, as long as it involved Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang would hang up the phone decisively. A look of indifference and ruthlessness.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang actually took the initiative and came to Yulong City on his own, which more or less comforted Yan Bang's increasingly cold heart.

Yan Bang didn't speak, just stared at Feng Xinglang who slowly walked into his living room.

"I didn't expect President Yan Da to be so careless? I heard that he has been bedridden for a month and can't even take care of himself?"

Why Feng Xinglang took the initiative to come to Yulong City to visit Yan Bang, who couldn't take care of himself, was more or less related to the fact that he had just gone to worship Cong Gang.

Maybe, maybe, Cong Gang is really dead! You can never return to Feng Xinglang's side, and you can never become his right-hand man!

If Yan Bang leaves him, then Feng Xinglang will really become a loner!

You may not be blocked when doing things in Shanghai, but you can't be arbitrary and domineering!

The key is that there is no one who is pious to take the blame for him!

"Didn't I give you a gun last time? Why didn't you kill me with one shot?! You couldn't bear to do it?"

Yan Bang's slightly fair scarred face was lightly stained with a smile of victory.

Because he felt that Yan Bang had already won this cold war!

"It's illegal to kill someone! Your life isn't worth the jail time I'm going to get!"

Feng Xinglang said leisurely, took a bite of an Australian mango, and spit out the astringent skin nonchalantly.

"Then what do you mean by coming here today? Take the initiative to reconcile with me?"

Yan Bang took the mango that Feng Xinglang was biting, peeled off the peel for him in a few moments, and stuffed it back into Feng Xinglang's hand.

Because mangoes are one of the few fruits that Feng Xinglang likes to eat, Yan Bang has also developed a good skill in peeling mangoes.

"You're overthinking. I just want to see why President Yan Da can't take care of himself! Are you just pulling the bed? Is there someone to help you pee?"

Even though he said vulgar words, it did not affect Feng Xinglang's appetite for eating his favorite Australian mango.