Chapter 1996 I Won’t Play with You

Basong Kugua said with a face: What kind of errand is this?

At the very risk of being beaten, Basong still moved forward and reached out to pull up Feng Xinglang, who was lying in the shade of a tree and refused to run anymore.

Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Basong, and finally reached out his hand, letting Basong drag him to his feet.

Because Feng Xinglang knew clearly: Basong didn't have the guts to tease him! Otherwise, Basong wouldn't have run up the mountain with his face licked, and then ran down the mountain with Feng Xinglang!

I don’t really want to run; but if I just walk briskly, it will probably take about half an hour.

Feng Xinglang walked quickly, while Bassong beside him kept jogging, trying to increase the speed of the two of them. I have to say that Basong's physical strength is really good. After running up the mountain in one go, he actually kept trotting all the way to try to match Feng Xinglang's speed.

"Your boss seems to be quite free recently... Could he be trying to be a monster again?"

Feng Xinglang glanced lazily at Basong, who had been jumping around beside him and wanted to take him to run with him.

"No! Isn't the boss recovering from his injuries recently?"

Basong felt that the boss was not at all interested in 'teasing' Feng Xinglang like this. It's not painful or itchy, and it has to drag him along to run with me! If you want to come, come with some exciting stuff to enjoy!

If Feng Xinglang had to run... then streaking would be great!

Of course, Basong only thought that way, and he still didn't dare to touch Feng Xinglang. Not to mention stripping Feng Xinglang and letting him run around naked!

"What about Wei Kang and that Chinese-character face? Are they going to steal someone's child again?"

Logically speaking, Cong Gang's injuries were not completely healed, so why didn't he have one of his subordinates by his side? If someone wants to sneak attack on this piece of shit, wouldn't it be like catching a turtle in a jar?

"I guess he was sent on a mission by the boss!"

Basong actually didn't know much. So whatever Feng Xinglang asked, he answered.

"What mission?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"I don't know about that! I heard from the fourth child that this saw-saw task is a bit arduous and it will probably take a year and a half!"

"A year and a half? What did Cong Gang ask them to do?" Feng Xinglang frowned.

"I really don't know this! The boss didn't tell me!" Basong only knew a little bit about it.

"Oh, I don't know! Is your mother still a subordinate of Cong Gang? Why don't you take me to play with you when there is work?"

Feng Xinglang seemed to be trying to stir up dissension, "I think they just look down on you!"

"That's true! Of all my boss's subordinates, whether I know them or not, I am the lowest! Because the boss said: It's more than enough to send me, the worst person, as your bodyguard!"

"..." Why does this sound like a slap in Feng Xinglang's face? !

"My feelings are the least important in that dead bug's mind, right?!" Feng Xinglang snorted angrily.

"Of course not! You are safe under the eyes of my boss!"

Basong turned around and walked on the spot, "Mr. Feng, you are panting even as you walk, so you'd better stop talking!"

"..." You really think he is a sick cat, right?

The agitated Feng Xinglang suddenly sped up and ran down the winding mountain road.

"Oh, Mr. Feng, your explosive power is okay... faster... faster... I'm going to catch up with you!"

I was chased away by the energetic Basong, and by the time I got into the Bentley, I was almost out of breath from exhaustion.

But Basong was still lively, "Mr. Feng, if you're tired, just take a nap for a while! I'll call you when you get to the company!"

It’s great to be young!

When he unbuttoned his soaked shirt, Feng Xinglang suddenly discovered that the eight-pack abs he was once proud of were now almost in full shape!

"Mr. Feng, you have a body like yours and it's really not going to work if you don't practice it! In the words of today's little girls, you are almost turning into a greasy middle-aged uncle!"

"...Okay then, you can accompany me to the company every morning from now on!"

Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Basong and covered his unattractive belly with wet clothes.

"I can run back and forth without any problem! I'm just afraid that you won't be able to get up early in the morning!"

You know, Bassong has been asked by someone to run at night for half a month in order to accompany him.

Everything is a routine!

Someone’s well-intentioned routine!

…

As soon as Feng Xinglang entered the office, he saw Mr. Bai waiting.

Mr. Bai, who is sitting in a wheelchair, seems to have a few more wrinkles these days. Even if you can't see it, you can feel it.

"Old man, why are you here?"

Feng Xinglang hurriedly walked forward to greet the old man who had been waiting for him for a long time, saying, "How are you, old man! How can I help you? If anything happens, just give me a call. I will be here on call!" "

Feng Xinglang still respected Mr. Bai. When the old man started from scratch and conquered the world, he was still a tadpole!

"I know you are a busy man! I came uninvited and disturbed you!" The old man smiled kindly.

"Old man, you are ruining my life! If you need something, just call me!"

Feng Xinglang, who wanted to take a shower first, had to continue wearing the wet and dry clothes, "Wendy, master, come here, why don't you call me?"

"I called...you couldn't get through!"

Wendy felt a little aggrieved. Compared to Nina, she is really far behind.

That damn bug! It might make the old man misunderstand that Feng Xinglang deliberately wanted to neglect him!

"It doesn't matter! I know you're busy! I, an old man, have nothing to do!" The old man took a sip of the tea brought by his secretary with a smile on his face.

"Old man, are you here to supervise the work of the juniors today? Or are you here to catch up with the juniors? I am also thinking of bringing my wife and children to say hello to you!"

The moment he saw the old man, Feng Xinglang knew what the old man wanted.

"I came here today specifically to apologize to you and Xueluo!" The old man's face became solemn.

"Old man, why did you say this? It's going to cost me my life again!" Feng Xinglang bowed forward and gave the old man some tea.

"well……"

The old man let out a long sigh, "Bai Mo and Duoduo have been so noisy recently...it really disturbs you and your wife! Xueluo is still in peace, I really can't help you!"

Before Feng Xinglang could answer, the old man lamented again, "It's only my fault that Mr. Mo failed to live up to his expectations and became a bad guy!"

Feng Xinglang calmly took the iced mango juice from his secretary and took a sip without answering the old man's words.

If the old man didn't express his position first, he wouldn't be able to say anything.

"By the way, I prepared a small gift for Wanwan, and I will visit you another day."

At the old man's prompting, Butler Bai delivered a brocade box to Feng Xinglang.

It should be a very valuable thing. That brocade box looks expensive.

What does this mean, old man? Do you want him, Feng Xinglang, to be soft-spoken and short-handed when taking advantage of others?