Chapter 1957 Please Be Serious

Just to make his family hate him? !

As he was going downstairs, Feng Xinglang saw his eldest son waiting at the door of his room. The little guy must have heard something.

"Dad..." The little guy murmured, but didn't say much.

But at this moment, silence is better than sound. Feng Xinglang understood what his son could not say.

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and hugged the sad eldest son tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry to trouble you and mommy! But you have to believe that your father will definitely handle all this!"

The little guy nodded and raised his tearful eyes: "Dad, tell the big caterpillar: No matter what happens, I will never hate him! Although I hope that the big caterpillar and my adoptive father can be the same. Good!"

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Feng Xinglang had to come to Qibei Mountain City this time!

However, my mood when I arrived was a little weird: I didn't feel like I was suppressing anger, but I felt extremely relaxed and relaxed!

Of course, it is still necessary to call for troops to hold people accountable if necessary! At least he has to maintain his inviolable dignity as CEO!

Also, even my wife’s few sad tears cannot be shed in vain!

Having made his wife and children so miserable, he really should be repaired!

When Feng Xinglang arrived at Cong Gang's residence, night was already falling.

What was unexpected was that the door to the living room downstairs in the villa was open, but Wei Kang and the others were not seen! There was only a weak light on in the sunroom on the third floor, more like it was specially turned on to guide Feng Xinglang.

Cong Gang must be there. And Feng Xinglang is waiting for him in the sun room on the third floor! He should have known that Feng Xinglang would come!

But what does he mean by sending Wei Kang and the others away? Aren't you afraid that some lonely ghost will come into the house to talk to Cong Gang about his life?

Even Feng Xinglang, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, felt tense all over when he walked into the villa soaked in darkness, let alone ordinary people. At the slightest sign of disturbance, it feels like a dark and windy place.

In the sunroom on the third floor, Cong Gang sat lonely on a wicker chair. He stared motionlessly at the dark blue sky in front of him.

When there is sunshine, this sunroom still has a bit of a living atmosphere; but in the dark night, the sunroom looks particularly strange and eerie.

There was a gun placed on the simple table next to the wicker chair.

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: because he knew that this gun should be reserved for him to use.

After getting closer, Feng Xinglang discovered that Cong Gang was still holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. The kind of plain porridge that is very bland and unappetizing at first glance. Anyway, Feng Xinglang would never take the initiative to eat such things.

"At night, your place will really become a tomb of the living dead!"

Feng Xinglang sat down on the wicker chair next to Cong Gang, stretched his limbs lazily, and then lay down comfortably with his hands on his pillow, extremely leisurely.

"Are you here to escape me? Or are you here to destroy me?" Cong Gang's voice was slightly hoarse.

This tense opening statement sounds so unfriendly!

It seems that, just as Feng Xinglang expected: this guy's unintentional words to him must have meant something to the listener!

"Can you still talk properly?" Feng Xinglang snorted lazily.

In the dimness, I heard the sound of a spoon touching the wall of the bowl; Cong Gang put the bland white porridge in the spoon into his mouth, and the sight of it gave people an indescribable sense of sadness. It feels like his life is as bland as porridge, and there seems to be no other colorful things!

"Let me choose for you! There is a gun on the table, use it to kill me...just right!"

Cong Gang looked at the endless dark night, "Don't worry, Wei Kang and the others will not pursue my life or death!"

Feng Xinglang sneered at Cong Gang, "Since you want to die so much, why don't you shoot yourself in the head? Is it necessary for me to do something dirty?"

"If you don't want to get dirty, I'm afraid Cobain will get dirty!" Cong Gang answered calmly.

"What do you mean? Do you want Cobain to destroy Hetun?" Feng Xinglang asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, yes." Cong Gang responded calmly.

To be honest, Cong Gang's tone of voice is really irritating!

It makes people feel like: all this is under his control, Cong Gang! Let him control you!

"Catworm, if you want Cobain to destroy Hetun, just go ahead and destroy him!"

Feng Xinglang still maintained his lazy lying posture, "There's really no need to discuss it with me!"

"I'm not discussing with you! I'm trying to torture the heart of a filial son like you!" Cong Gang snorted lightly.

Feng Xinglang didn't answer, just stared at Cong Gang quietly, who was surrounded by layers of darkness.

I'm afraid it's not Feng Xinglang who he really wants to suffer...

"This porridge is too bland. Do you have any other ingredients in the kitchen? Go and make something nutritious for you!"

Feng Xinglang sat up and began to roll up his sleeves in an elegant manner.

What kind of chat is this? The jump is too outrageous!

"What, you want to cook for me?" Cong Gang hummed.

"Is it possible that you are still afraid that I will poison you?" Feng Xinglang asked back.

"...I'm just worried that what you make...will be worse than poison!"

This is the truth... quite accurate!

"Then please trouble me, Uncle Cong, to get me something to eat! I'm still hungry! It doesn't matter if you poison me, as long as it can fill your stomach! By the way, I'll leave the vegetarian food for you to keep healthy, and the meaty food for you to cause harm. I!"

This topic has almost strayed to Mars!

"Feng Xinglang, please be more serious!" Cong Gang's lips twitched slightly.

"Cong Gang, can't you fucking understand me? I'm really tired of making money! I have to comfort my crying wife and children when I go back!"

Feng Xinglang took the bowl of porridge from Cong Gang's hand and put it heavily on the small table, and then began to express his various dissatisfaction:

"You said you're such a big man, why are you making such a fuss?! If you want to work in Hetun, just go and do it. You really don't need to let me know! Caterpillar, can't you just think about me?! I'm really worried Do you know I'm tired? Don't you feel sorry for me at all?"

Cong Gang's lips twitched a few times uncomfortably, "I'm not your father... ask your father to love you!"

"If I had known you were so hard-hearted now, I should have strangled you to death! Why did you rescue me?!"

Perhaps because he had talked too much and was very hungry, Feng Xinglang drank most of the porridge in the porridge bowl.

"For love, I have Lin Xueluo; for family, I have three children! Why do you expect some friendship from you, Cong Gang? Why is it so difficult?! You don't feel sorry for me at all now, let alone understand me. ! You said that I have worked so hard to earn so much money, in addition to supporting my wife and children, don’t I just want to show off my power in front of you, and want you to look at me with admiration, worship me, admire me, and follow me?! I don’t even have my son! Now that I can share it with you, Cong Gang, what else do you want? If you make trouble for me like this, your conscience won’t hurt?!"

The more he talked, the deeper Feng Xinglang's resentment became, "Are you really willing to let me act like a beggar and expect you to give me charity and some pitiful friendship?"

Cong Gang is really speechless! Because his whole heart hurt from Feng Xinglang!