Chapter 1873 Youthful Love Letter 78

The feeling of waiting is not pleasant.

The inner torment and physical tension made Feng Xinglang a little uncomfortable.

A cigarette was bitten between the thin lips, and it was lit slowly. After taking a deep breath, he took it away from his lips with his well-jointed fingers. After holding it for a long time, he gently exhaled the lingering smoke; what remained in his mouth was Loneliness, what comes out is still loneliness.

Feng Xinglang was not used to waiting for someone. But sometimes the cruel reality forces him to wait!

Looking back now, it's really unbelievable: he actually waited for that woman named Lin Xueluo for five years, suffering day after day and year after year.

Fortunately, the result made his wait well worth it!

His woman is back, and she has brought back the fruit of his love with her!

To a certain extent, the emergence of a new life, his son Nono, has eliminated most of the hatred and depression in Feng Xinglang's heart!

And that woman's perseverance and persistence for love subtly infected him, making him want to let go of the past with her and embrace the future.

The tenacity and beauty of a woman are like the warm sun that penetrates into the depths of Feng Xinglang's soul, slowly comforting his hateful heart...

In addition to love and family affection...it seems that we need something else, something similar to friendship!

Although in Feng Xinglang's mind, this person has always been a bodyguard or a follower, at best he can only function as a shield or a body armor!

But now he is waiting for such a person! And that bitch may not give him this face!

The cigarette burned out between his fingers. He didn't bother to use the ashtray that was close at hand, and simply put it out on the bracket nearby.

Perhaps this dirty and messy way could slightly offset his boredom and irritation from waiting.

How dare you come!

In the darkness, a pair of gloomy eyes glanced at someone on the sofa; silent as a silent sculpture.

Except for those eyes... those eyes that were dark but dyed with a ray of jumping light... were extraordinarily vivid!

Leave him ninety-nine times of brushing his face, and leave him with the last step of dignity!

Are you experiencing dignity now?

It doesn’t seem like that!

I feel like I have never had dignity in the eyes of this bastard!

Since there is no dignity in the eyes of this bastard... then he can only find dignity on his own!

Perhaps from the moment he stepped into Shanghai City again, he had lost his dignity!

What are you doing again? Are you using it as a shield for him? Or what about body armor? Or maybe he would vent his manic heart with a few insults from time to time?

See you there? Are you provoking him? But why does it feel like I'm mocking him?

If he doesn’t come, he must not be able to do anything on his own! Is not it?

But Cong Gang is still here! It came like a ghost!

It feels like the remaining dignity no longer exists at this moment!

Since he dares to come...does he have to suffer some consequences? So that he won't dare to come again next time?

…

Feng Xinglang waited patiently for more than three hours. Although he is said to be very patient, he is actually on the verge of mania.

Judging from the scattered cigarette butts and ashes on the ground, he was probably just trying hard to contain his dissatisfaction and anger that was about to burst out.

The moment Feng Xinglang was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a dark wind coming towards him from behind. Perhaps because he had been sitting for a long time, Feng Xinglang's turning speed was still half a beat slower. When he turned his head, a black The hood was put on his head accurately, and his eyes were instantly plunged into darkness!

"Cong Gang... Cong Gang! What the hell do you want to do?"

Feng Xinglang began to struggle hard to pull off the black hood that was put on his head; but as soon as he stood up, one of his hands was cut behind his back by the person behind him, and he was then pushed to the ground. .

"Cong Gang! Cong Gang! Are you fucking serious?"

Feng Xinglang struggled several times, but failed to break free of the attacker's restraints.

"Are you Feng Xinglang?"

In his ears, a deep baritone voice came. It sounds familiar, but I can't remember it at the moment! But Feng Xinglang was certain: this voice definitely did not belong to Cong Gang.

Although Feng Xinglang's eyes were dark, he could feel that there should be at least two people in the living room. One is suppressing him, and the other is talking to him.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Feng Xinglang asked sternly.

"Money has been a bit tight lately...I want to commit a robbery!"

The man said unhurriedly. It felt like robbing Feng Xinglang was a very common thing.

"I'm afraid you've robbed the wrong person!"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "What is your relationship with that bitch Cong Gang? Let him come out to see me!"

After the face-scanning smart door is opened, it will automatically lock in a few seconds; since they can come in, Feng Xinglang's first reaction is: This guy should be in the same group as Cong Gang! Otherwise you can’t get in here!

"Are you really the illegitimate son of Hetun?"

This person did not answer Feng Xinglang's angry questions, but was more interested in Feng Xinglang's life experience.

"Did Cong Gang send you here?" Feng Xinglang asked angrily again.

It seemed like the two of them couldn't 'talk' together. They are all answering the wrong questions.

"Since you are the illegitimate son of Hetun, how could you become Feng Yishan's son?" This man was competing with Feng Xinglang's life experience.

"Did your mother send you here from Cong Gang? What does he want to do?" Feng Xinglang roared angrily.

"Don't be so excited! We just want to ask Hetun for some ransom, and we won't hurt you!"

The visitor in turn comforted the agitated Feng Xinglang.

"Where did that bitch Cong Gang die? Let him come out to see me!"

Feng Xinglang suddenly hissed: "Cong Gang, I know you are here! Just try to touch me!"

Just as Feng Xinglang was about to struggle, the knee against his waist tightened so hard that his whole body went weak.

"I'm not interested in knowing who Cong Gang is! I just want to know that you are the illegitimate son of Hetun...as long as you are valuable!"

This person deliberately bit the word 'illegitimate son' over and over again, which made Feng Xinglang get angry again and again.

"Cong Gang, damn you!" Feng Xinglang cursed several more times.

…

Xueluo, who woke up naturally after a long sleep, had just opened his eyes and moved his muscles a few times when his cell phone, which was placed far away on the chaise longue, began to buzz.

Whose phone number could it be so early?

Xueluo yawned several times before lazily getting up to get it.

But she didn't expect that it was Cong Gang who called her!

Didn't you hang up the phone on her willfully yesterday? Why did you call her again?

A tough-talking, soft-hearted guy! But there is nothing better than correcting one's mistakes; the moment Xueluo answered the call, she had already forgiven him!

"Brother Cong, good morning..."