Chapter 2005 I Am a Straight Man!

To be honest, Feng Xinglang was quite worried this morning.

He treats Bai Mo just like an elder brother treats his own younger brother, but now that idiot wants to send a killer to beat him up?

So fucking heartbreaking!

Just as Cong Gang was worried: since Yan Bang lost his memory, Feng Xinglang had had little contact with him, and he had a little bit of the tragic feeling of a strong man breaking his wrist. Feng Xinglang decisively drew a clear line with Yan Bang! If Bai Mo also fell out with Feng Xinglang, I'm afraid he would really be able to accept it for a while! That's why Cong Gang didn't agree to Feng Xinglang's request for the resort from the Bai family!

Damn thing! I really missed that punch! It’s also lighter!

With a 'clang', Feng Xinglang, who was in a bad mood and had a bad appetite, dropped his knife and fork on the table.

It looked like he didn't have a good appetite, but he didn't eat less: a piece of Italian braised pasta, plus half of a German-style pork knuckle. I felt more like I couldn't eat anymore, so I threw away the knife and fork.

Dare you bribe others to beat yourself up? What a shame! Just for a second-hand mistress? The majestic prince of the Bai family is really hungry!

After taking a sip of the anti-greasy tea sent by his secretary, Feng Xinglang felt his stomach was slightly full.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang lowered his head and gently picked up his shirt... It was okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he felt even more panicked!

Feng Xinglang saw that his belly had protruded fat, which was almost two fingers thick.

It shouldn't be...when did I get such an extra thing? ! Is there something wrong with my sitting posture?

So Feng Xinglang sat up a little straighter; sure enough, the bulging belly became much lighter! But just as he moved to a more comfortable position, his belly suddenly appeared again, and it was even thicker than before!

Feng Xinglang reflexively sat up straight again, and his rather dazzling belly became shallower again.

When the secretary came in to clear away the dishes, Feng Xinglang saw Basong wandering at the door. During lunch time, as long as Feng Xinglang stayed in GK Ventures for lunch, Basong would usually go to the office next door to have a heated chat with the female secretaries.

"Ba Song, come in!" Feng Xinglang called in a deep voice.

"Hey...here he comes!"

Hearing Feng Xinglang's call, Basong immediately ran in, "Mr. Feng, are you calling me?"

"Well, close the door first."

After the secretary left, Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Oh." Thinking that Feng Xinglang was going to tell him something confidential, Basong immediately turned around and closed the door of the CEO's office tightly.

"Mr. Feng, why is this so secret?" Basong came forward and asked.

"Take off your shirt!" Feng Xinglang said softly.

"Huh? Take off... take off your clothes?"

Basong was so shocked that his jaw dropped, "Why... why?"

"Take it off if I ask you to! There's so much nonsense!" Feng Xinglang shouted angrily.

Basong, who was thinking too much, immediately covered his chest tightly with his arms, "Mr. Feng, you... please let me go! I, I am straight!"

Feng Xinglang was speechless and rolled his eyes at Basong, snorting in a teasing manner: "If I really want to bend you, can you still fucking be straight?!"

"Mr. Feng, please don't... don't do this! I..." Basong believed it to be true, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"You're not taking it off, right? Okay, I'll call Cong Gang and ask you to take it off!" Feng Xinglang made a gesture of picking up his cell phone to make a call.

To deal with Basong, the power of a fox and a tiger is still very effective!

"Don't, don't, don't... I... I'll take it off!" Bassong made a bitter look on his face, and tremblingly began to lift up his upper body shirt.

When he saw Basong's eight clearly defined abdominal muscles, Feng Xinglang still felt a little lost and melancholy.

I’m not old yet, so why am I starting to feel greasy?

What have you done over the years? Feeding yourself so fat and strong?

"Stand back! Sit down!"

Feng Xinglang was lucky enough to think that Basong who sat down might have his belly protruding just like him.

When Basong sat down, all he showed was his curved abdominal muscles; Feng Xinglang was completely convinced this time: his body shape was indeed out of shape!

"Feng...Mr. Feng, don't you have a wife and children...how...why do you still like men?"

Basong asked tremblingly. I was really worried that Feng Xinglang would pounce on me in a perverted way, and then forcefully bend him!

"Put on your clothes and get out of here!" Feng Xinglang yelled angrily.

Basong immediately picked up his shirt and rushed out while crawling.

[Feng Xinglang, your fat body...is it more important than your life? Are you almost forty? It's a pity that your daughter is only two months old and has to face you, a greasy middle-aged fat uncle, all day long! I'm afraid you'll be in a wheelchair before your daughter gets married! 】

To be honest, with so many brain cells dying every day, Feng Xinglang was really too lazy to move.

But Cong Gang's words were like a curse, lingering in his ears from time to time, even if he was told to sit down or lie down.

After pinching his belly, which was almost two fingers thick, Feng Xinglang made a surprising decision: he wanted to work out!

If he doesn't do anything else, he just wants to be able to hold his son-in-law in the future!

The thought of his daughter getting married in the future made Feng Xinglang feel bad! So, sadness turned into strength!

The president's dedicated gym is connected to the office. In the past, in order to better take care of Nina, I had separated part of it, but later changed it back to the gym.

Three minutes later, Basong saw President Feng Da working hard in the gym through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows.

It seemed that he suddenly realized: It turned out that Feng Xinglang didn't want to sleep with him, but... but wanted to see his figure so that he could exercise in the same way? Oh, I didn’t tell you earlier! It was so mysterious that it really scared him!

After Basong admired his abdominal muscles narcissistically, he walked towards the gym.

When Basong came in, Feng Xinglang was doing the flat barbell bench press, which looked very strenuous.

"Mr. Feng, it's wrong for you to use so much force... you will strain your shoulder muscles."

Basong stepped forward to correct Feng Xinglang's power-generating posture.

"Get out!" But he was stunned by Feng Xinglang's roar.

It’s really as if you are with you as you are with a tiger! I came over with good intentions to correct his posture, but he actually yelled at me?

What kind of bad temper is this?

Feng Xinglang not only drove Basong away, but also closed all the curtains in the gym. I practiced blindly in there alone.

About six or seven minutes later, the gym door was pushed open again. The movement is so quiet that it can be ignored.

During these seven or eight minutes, Feng Xinglang was working hard with the abdominal muscle training machine. It seems that he wants to lose his belly and develop his original eight-pack abs in a few hours. That eager look, a bit eager for success.

Suddenly, a hand held his abdomen. When Feng Xinglang was about to open his mouth to curse, he realized that the person holding his abdomen was actually Cong Gang.

"Exhale when pressing down, inhale when returning; gather energy here, and then slowly exert force, don't be too fierce...otherwise you won't be able to hold on for long!"

Feng Xinglang performed two sets of movements according to Cong Gang's instructions, and found that it really saved a lot of effort.

"Caterpillar? Why are you here?"

Feng Xinglang suddenly realized that this was a problem: Even if Basong called Cong Gang, Cong Gang wouldn't be able to fly over within a few minutes!

"I was passing by on errands, so I stopped by to take a look."

Cong Gang deserves to be calm and calm. But his hand was slightly lifting, "Next, you have to gather your energy and strength! Then use your strength again!"

"What about Chongchong? You came here and left Chongchong alone in your tomb of the living dead?"

Feng Xinglang didn't care what Cong Gang had to do when he went out, he was only worried about his youngest son.

"Chongchong is asleep." Cong Gang responded softly again.

"Oh my God! You went out and ran around, leaving my son alone in such a desolate place? What if a wild cat or dog comes in and bites Chongchong?" Feng Xinglang didn't bother to train his abdominal muscles. .

"Your son is not as fragile as you think! Even if there are any wild cats and dogs, he can deal with them on his own!"

Compared to Feng Xinglang's nervousness, Cong Gang was very relaxed when he arrived.

"Cong Gang, is your mother not sick? Chongchong is only three years old, he is still a child! Do babies and young children understand?"

Feng Xinglang was really anxious, "Hurry up and die!"

"Chongchong is asleep in your lounge!"

Knowing that without reassurance, Feng Xinglang had no intention of continuing to train.

After hearing what Cong Gang said, Feng Xinglang immediately ran towards the lounge.

Cong Gang really didn't lie to him. His youngest son was sleeping soundly on his bed in the lounge.

"You brat, you scared my own father!"

Feng Xinglang gave a pampering sound, kissed his sleeping son, and then lay on his side, as if he was preparing to take a nap to replenish his body.

"Feng Xinglang, you have only practiced for less than ten minutes!" The unpleasant words were passed over in such an ignorant manner.

Feng Xinglang glanced at Cong Gang lazily, "I'll practice again when I wake up later!"

Feng Xinglang, who squinted his eyes, suddenly felt a pair of vicious and cruel eyes staring at him!

When he opened his eyes, he saw Cong Gang's face that looked down upon him.

"Well, don't worry! Your daughter is only two months old. It will still be a long time until she gets married at the age of eighteen! By then, you will only be in your fifties!"

Feng Xinglang glared at Cong Gang angrily and without saying anything, he obediently got up and walked towards the gym.

Although at this moment, he was extremely attached to that bed!

…

Feng Xinglang was sweating profusely and kept his mouth busy.

"Caterpillar, are you sick? This fat grows on me...not on you...you don't want to see it...you don't have to see it! I'm not begging you to see it...you You have to fight against me, right?"

"Can you keep your mouth shut? If you keep practicing like this, let alone two months, it may not be effective in two years!"

When Feng Xinglang was practicing on the seated leg-flexing trainer, Cong Gang noticed that Feng Xinglang's once-broken left leg was slightly trembling.

When pushing upright with weight, you must rely on the strength of your right leg! Feng Xinglang had subconsciously formed such a habit.