Chapter 1887 Youthful Love Letter 92

Bai Mo returned Feng Xinglang's calm look.

Picking up a bottle of whiskey that Cat Girl had just brought in, he moved over and sat down to fill it up for Yan Bang.

"Brother Bang, it's been a long time since we three brothers got together, right? As the old rule, let's drink three glasses of wine first to catch up on the past! It's a respect for the third brother to do it first!"

In the past, Bai Mo would never have dared to be so arrogant and take the initiative to have a drinking contest with Yan Bang. You must know that Yan Bang, who is not drunk after a thousand cups, can make ten Bai Mo drunken shrimps.

Bai Mo was the host today, so Yan Bang gave Nianzi three small drinks.

"I'll provide the land, and you'll fund the infrastructure; build a landmark building in Shanghai and a financial and commercial street!" Yan Bang had a beautiful idea.

"What about the future division of accounts? How to calculate it?" Feng Xinglang asked casually.

"Within five years, it will be 50-50 points; after five years, it will be 30-70 points! I wonder what President Feng wants?" Yan Bang looked at Feng Xinglang.

"Very good! Mr. Yan has thought carefully enough!"

Feng Xinglang took a sip of red wine and didn't even bother to ask who was third and who was seventh.

"Three days later, I asked Nina to bring the preliminary planning plan to Mr. Feng for review?" Yan Bang is really here to discuss business.

But there are also some doubts. For example: With Yan Bang's financial resources, he should be able to complete the entire infrastructure construction by himself; is he avoiding risks? Presumably there should be guidance from experts.

Is this master actually Nina? Or is it Cong Gang who is so close at hand?

Feng Xinglang squinted at Cong Gang, looking at his every move in a slightly confused manner;

Cong Gang kept his eyes lowered and did not raise his head to look at Feng Xinglang. He just lowered his eyes and thought about something.

"I...I'm going to make a convenience. Mr. Feng, wait a moment." Yan Bang covered his belly slightly, got up and walked quickly towards the door of the private room.

"Yan Bang, please help yourself!" Feng Xinglang hummed in response.

"The two of you, let's chat first, I'll go accompany Mr. Yan!"

Bai Mo stood up consciously and followed Yan Bang out of the private room.

As Yan Bang and Bai Mo left, the private room fell into silence. It was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.

It was so quiet, yet it was shrouded in a breathless sense of oppression.

Feng Xinglang just stared at Cong Gang in the corner quietly; Cong Gang remained motionless in the same posture.

Cong Gang's endurance is much higher than that of ordinary people! He could maintain such a silent posture until Yan Bang came back.

Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, and then slowly walked towards Cong Gang in the corner.

It seems like every step you take leads to a pit.

Cong Gang did not raise his eyes, but he could clearly feel the pressure approaching him little by little.

Until...until he felt the exhaled air above his head, he reflexively looked up!

A face! An enlarged handsome face!

Close above his head, looking directly at him.

Feng Xinglang's eyes were full of complex expressions: there was anger, concern, interrogation... and even warmth!

"How are you?"

From Feng Xinglang's thin lips, these caring words lightly overflowed. There was a slight hoarseness in the low voice.

At this moment, Cong Gang's psychological defense was slowly defeated bit by bit by the turbulent waves pouring out of his heart...

According to common sense, someone should get angry at him, or abuse and humiliate him; but the guy in front of him is actually caring about him with gentle words?

Cong Gang's Adam's apple slid rapidly, and after swallowing dryly, he snorted calmly:

"What do you want to do?" He tried hard to keep his voice cold and ruthless.

"I didn't want to do anything... I just wanted to care about you!"

Seeing Cong Gang start to speak, Feng Xinglang faintly twitched the corners of his lips.

"I don't need anyone's care!" Cong Gang said in a low voice, rejecting the indifference thousands of miles away.

Feng Xinglang didn't answer any more, and just nodded obediently. Then just a condescending stare.

Cong Gang felt a little uncomfortable. He wasn't used to anyone being so close to him. Especially Feng Xinglang.

He stood up slightly, trying to move some distance away.

But the moment he moved away, a muscular figure rushed towards him.

Before Cong Gang could react, he felt two warm things pressing against his neck...

It’s like a veneer etiquette!

My breath froze in this second!

Rather than saying that he had no time to react due to his agility, it would be better to say that he simply forgot to react!

But before such gentle closeness could last a second, the gentleman transformed into a demon. The demon instantly showed his sharp teeth and bit Cong Gang's cheek hard!

Healthy and sharp teeth were embedded in the flesh, and blood instantly spread in Feng Xinglang's mouth.

It seems that only in this way can I vent my anger, worry, and dissatisfaction with him...as well as the sorrow and anger that have been suppressed in my chest during this period of time and cannot be relieved!

"Feng Xinglang! You fucking bully me too much!"

Cong Gang's voice was tinged with hoarse tears; the crystal liquid flashed in his eyes, ready to come out.

"Play hard to get? Play elusive? Play unpredictable?"

Feng Xinglang released his sharp teeth and smiled coldly; he raised the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips.

"Cong Gang, no matter how much you pretend to be human...but deep down, you will always be the dog I picked up!"

Feng Xinglang reached out his hand and patted Cong Gang's bleeding cheek, "You will always be my dog! You are my dog ​​when you are alive! You can only be my dog ​​when you die! Do you understand?"

Cong Gang's breathing was rapid, and his whole chest heaved as if it was about to burst; his teeth were trembling. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

…

When Feng Xinglang walked out of the private room, his mouth and chin were still stained with blood.

"Brother Lang, why did you come out so quickly? I have successfully gotten Brother Bang into the bathroom. I guess he won't be able to come out in less than ten minutes."

Bai Mo happily approached Feng Xinglang, but was surprised to find that Feng Xinglang's face and hands were stained with blood.

"Brother Lang, are you injured? Did that rebellious guy attack you?" Bai Mo asked in panic.

"He's not that bold!"

Feng Xinglang took the wet wipes delivered by Cat Girl and wiped the corners of his mouth, humming: "Disobedient dogs have to be beaten!"

"Ah? Could it be that you beat that guy?"

Bai Mo pushed open the private room door suspiciously, only to find that there was no one in the private room.

That guy ran away? So fast!

"Brother Lang, that guy ran away! Do you want to send someone to chase him?" Bai Mo asked.

"No! A dog is a dog. No matter how far away or how long the separation is, it can find it on its own!"

A playful smile appeared on the corners of Feng Xinglang's thin lips.

Bai Mo's mouth twitched, wanting to remind Feng Xinglang: Even if the dog found it on his own, he has now recognized Yan Bang as its new owner? !

But seeing Feng Xinglang's arrogant look, Bai Mo didn't make any further excuses.