Chapter 2552 I Have the Final Say in Loving You 33

How does this child talk? !

Daughters are meant to be pampered. If I, the biological father, don’t dote on me, who else can I expect to dote on her? !

"When you have a daughter, you will understand how I feel!"

Feng Xinglang didn't argue with Kanai.

Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, Kanai is a guy with poor emotional intelligence!

Not much better than that bassong!

It feels like almost all of the things Cong Gang has cultivated are of this kind with low emotional intelligence!

When he thought of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang became inexplicably angry.

That bitch has been running wild outside for three days! Does he still have him as his master in his heart?

A dog would probably be more obedient and loyal than him!

"Kanai, where did your boss die recently?"

Feng Xinglang asked deliberately despite knowing Cong Gang's whereabouts.

In short, Cong Gang was generally compared to Gouzi in his mouth.

"This is beyond my ability! How can I know about my master's affairs?"

Kanai really doesn’t know where his master has gone. Before his master gives him a new task, his duty is to ensure Feng Xinglang's safety.

Kanai didn't know much about the past feud between Feng Xinglang and his master.

But judging from the current situation: I always feel that Feng Xinglang looks down on his master; he keeps saying 'that bitch', 'where did he die again' and so on!

"Okay, just continue to be your frog in the well! There is a bright future!"

Feng Xinglang's witty and humorous eloquence can always make people's ears happy from time to time.

"Mr. Feng, did you really save my boss's life back then?"

Kanai has always been puzzled by this question.

"You do not believe?"

Feng Xinglang remembered that he seemed to have answered such a question from someone.

"I guess you must be: a blind cat meets a dead mouse!"

From Kanai's point of view, it was incredible that the boss with the skills of a king wanted to be rescued by someone like Feng Xinglang, who couldn't even run three kilometers!

"Well, your master is the 'dead rat' I accidentally encountered!" Feng Xinglang smiled faintly.

"..." Only then did Kanai realize that Feng Xinglang's way of thinking was so unnatural.

Accidentally, he led him into the pit.

"'Dead Mouse' is a really good nickname... Well, next time I see Cong Gang, I'll call him that!"

"..." Kanai's forehead had begun to sweat.

It seems that the reason why Feng Xinglang is able to sit on equal terms with the boss must be because he is really outstanding!

At least Feng Xinglang's IQ and EQ were beyond the reach of Kanai.

…

As soon as he entered the office, Feng Xinglang saw the familiar guy who made his teeth itch.

Cong Gang sat quietly on Feng Xinglang's executive chair, holding his breath and concentrating.

There is a medical box on the oversized desk.

Cong Gang arrived at Feng Xinglang's CEO office an hour ago.

And he took out an injection from the medical box and injected it into his body. Then there was an hour-long wait!

Waiting for the medicine to take effect and waiting for Feng Xinglang to arrive.

"Hey, rare visitor!"

Feng Xinglang made a faint sound of displeasure, "What kind of wind brought Mr. Songtai to my office?"

Having long sensed Feng Xinglang's arrival, Cong Gang stood up slowly.

"you guess!"

Under normal circumstances, Cong Gang would use these two words when answering Feng Xinglang.

In other words, the questions raised by Feng Xinglang were thrown back to Feng Xinglang and let him ask and answer them himself.

Feng Xinglang was too lazy to answer Cong Gang's rhetorical question, and his eyes fell on the medical box.

He remembered that Cong Gang seemed to have said to him before going to Munich:

[It is related to your health, I must go there in person! 】

Judging from the medical box this dog brought back, it must be medicine or something.

"What disease do I have?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

Cong Gang didn't answer, but opened the medical box.

"Cong Gang, I'm already a grandson, and I can accept any illness! You don't need to hide it from me!"

As the mist evaporated, Feng Xinglang saw two injections; one of them was empty, and the spiral glass tube of the other one was filled with dark blue liquid.

"What is this? What is it used for?" Feng Xinglang asked with narrowed eyes.

Cong Gang still didn't speak, but took out the injection containing the dark blue liquid.

Then he responded faintly: "Good stuff, specially used to treat your illness!"

"Caterpillar, you will die if you tell me the truth directly!"

Feng Xinglang didn't feel any discomfort in his body. But Cong Gang said it was specially used to treat his illness, and he had to wonder if he was really sick.

Of course, it was not convenient for Cong Gang to tell Feng Xinglang the truth.

Not to mention that this is the top secret of Merton Biotechnology Company, which contains the research results of five generations of pharmaceutical geniuses of the Melton family. Even if it is true, it is not clear to explain, and it is not necessary.

"Sit down!" Cong Gang said warmly.

Seeing that Cong Gang didn't answer him, Feng Xinglang didn't ask any more questions.

Anyway, he is already the one who meets Sun. Even if he really has to die of a sudden illness, it will be worth it.

So, Feng Xinglang obeyed Cong Gang's words, sat on the executive chair obediently, and then looked up at Cong Gang who was busy beside him.

Probably because he was worried that the blue potion in the spiral glass tube was too cold, Cong Gang held it in his palm and covered it for a while.

"Cancer? Blood disease? Neuronosis?"

Feng Xinglang breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't want to tell me, do you? Then just tell me, how many days can I live?"

Cong Gang did not answer Feng Xinglang, but tore open his shirt, exposing the deltoid muscles of his upper arm.

"Five years? One year? Six months? Three months?"

Seeing that Cong Gang still didn't answer him, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "There aren't only a few days left, right? Is it enough for me to write a will?"

"Want to die? You are so beautiful!"

Cong Gang gave out a gentle smile and said, "It will take a long time, please bear with it."

An hour ago, Cong Gang completed the injection on his own within a few seconds. Feeling that the blood vessels in his body were bulging, he decided to slowly inject the medicine into Feng Xinglang.

The needle pierced into the deltoid muscle of Feng Xinglang's upper arm. He just frowned slightly but did not offer any resistance.

Because he believes in Cong Gang!

That is trust earned with life and flesh and blood!

Besides, it would be too easy for Cong Gang to really want his life.

Just relying on his elusive ability or putting something in his food, even if Feng Xinglang had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough for Cong Gang to kill him!

Cong Gang was prepared for Feng Xinglang to resist; but he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would be so 'obedient' and 'cooperative'.

He just looked up quietly at Cong Gang who was pricking himself with the needle, without saying a word.

Feng Xinglang was sitting and Cong Gang was standing; from Feng Xinglang's perspective, you could see Cong Gang's Adam's apple, chin, and his resolute face.

"So cooperative?"

Cong Gang gently stroked Feng Xinglang's upper arm deltoid muscle where the needle was inserted with his fingers, which could make this muscle more relaxed.

"You saved my life from Hetun, and that Celeste...if you want it, take it!"

Because Feng Xinglang knew very well: Cong Gang went all the way to visit the Merton family in person, just to come back with a poison to kill him?

Why bother?

"So sincere?"

Cong Gang smiled faintly and leaned over to take a closer look at the condition of Feng Xinglang's upper arm deltoid muscles.

"Chongzi, if I really get seriously ill and die, can I use you as my back-up?"

Feng Xinglang breathed a sigh of relief, "My wife and children are reluctant to part with me, but after thinking about it, I have no choice but to drag you along!"

"Okay, it's up to you!"

Cong Gang actually agreed to Feng Xinglang's unreasonable request.

"Mao Chongzi, you agreed so readily, do you think I can't kill you?" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Although you can't beat me, you can piss me off with your words!"

Cong Gang smiled warmly.

He originally thought that with Feng Xinglang's unruly nature, he would definitely not let him give him potions casually. But he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would be surprisingly 'obedient'.

Therefore, Cong Gang slowed down the injection speed, which would make Feng Xinglang more comfortable.

"Chongzi, given our friendship, just tell me directly...what disease do I have? You can let me die in peace!"

Feng Xinglang still felt that he should be sick. Otherwise, Cong Gang wouldn't say that he traveled all the way to the Melton family for his own health.

"Why are you so afraid of death?" Cong Gang said warmly.

Half of the potion has been injected, and Feng Xinglang has been very cooperative.

"Don't be afraid that I can't stand it! If I really can't stand it, I can drag you along as my support!"

Feng Xinglang wanted to use a calm tone to express Cong Gang's words.

Although, he hasn't been able to draw any clues from Cong Gang's facial expression.

Because Cong Gang has always been such a "false mask", it's really hard to judge.

"So, you don't have to feel any mental burden at all!"

Cong Gang comforted Feng Xinglang, who had been trying to trick him, "Even if you die, you still have me to back you up!"

"Caterpillar, how about you take me to the hospital for a detailed examination?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't make a misdiagnosis and then give me random medicine! It will be bad! Let's go to the hospital!"

"Don't worry, I know your problems much better than the doctor!" Cong Gang said calmly.

"You really don't want to tell me?"

Feng Xinglang frowned, pretending to be hopeless.

"I'll tell you later! Relax, you can't die as long as I'm here!"

As if coaxing a child, Cong Gang smoothly injected the remaining medicine into Feng Xinglang's upper arm deltoid muscle.

Seeing that Cong Gang was not going to say anything, Feng Xinglang didn't bother to ask.

Because of his trust in Cong Gang, he no longer needed to refute anything with words.

Even if Cong Gang really wanted his life, he would admit it!

Feng Xinglang's eyes fell on another empty injection, "Who used it? It couldn't be you, right?"

"Well, I'll use it! I'll be your guinea pig!" Cong Gang said warmly.

"Caervil, did you get this from Finn? Or from his witch mother Aria?" Feng Xinglang asked in a warning voice. "Is there any difference?" Cong Gang asked calmly.