Chapter 370 Beauty Trap

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This burnt smell lingered on Feng Lixin's body for more than half a month.

At that time, Feng Xinglang stayed by Feng Lixin's side almost every step of the way, accompanying him through every trial.

The hand that lifted the blue cloth was very steady, but Feng Xinglang's heart at this moment was full of ups and downs.

Even if it is a retrieved dog, it will have feelings after getting along for a long time. What's more, Cong Gang is still a living person!

Under the blue cloth, there was a scorched body with a hideous face; it was no longer possible to judge his appearance from his scorched facial features.

"Boss, I will definitely avenge you!" Ye Shinian choked up.

Although Cong Gang was always haunted and indifferent, but Ye Shinian had surrendered to Cong Gang's aloof and superior man's artistic conception, and he always looked up to him.

Feng Xinglang didn't say a word, but felt that he was not only hurting in his ribs, it seemed that there was an unspeakable pain spreading all over his body. It's as uncomfortable as thousands of ants eat away at the bone.

"Shinian, you go out first, I want to be alone."

Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice, revealing endless sadness.

"Brother Lang, my condolences." Ye Shinian retreated in response, he was so choked up that he could hardly speak.

Staring at the scorched body under the blue cloth, Feng Xinglang's eyes turned red.

"Dog, I'm not dead yet, how can you die? Didn't I order you: Before I die, can't you die first?"

Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice, biting every word so heavily.

Feng Xinglang held Cong Gang's deformed and twisted hand.

He is neither shy nor afraid. He was more accepting of some of these horrific corpses than ordinary people.

I thought that Cong Gang was just a guard dog in his mind, but at this moment Feng Xinglang realized: that kind of friendship between master and servant, which is as light as water, is also extremely precious!

"Cong Gang, you bastard..."

Feng Xinglang cursed, and tried his best to suppress the pain that was spreading in his heart. He took a deep breath, trying to ease the pain.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang narrowed his gaze on Jiao Ti's arm.

Thinking about something, Feng Xinglang began to pinch the scorched right arm with his hands; he even pinched his fingers between two bones.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang withdrew his hand and covered the blue cloth.

Outside the door of the morgue, Ye Shinian slammed his fist on the wall, sobbing and choking.

"Okay, stop howling! We must turn grief into strength!"

Feng Xinglang walked to the pool and washed the dirt off his hands over and over again. Also used a lot of anti-bacterial disinfectant.

"Hetun, this hatred is irreconcilable! I will kill you with my own hands and avenge Brother Cong!" Ye Shinian gritted his teeth swearing.

Feng Xinglang just glanced at Ye Shinian, and said lightly:

"These days, you send someone to follow Bai Mo. Be ready to kidnap him at any time!"

"Huh? Why are we kidnapping Prince Mo?" Ye Shinian was taken aback.

"You still have another choice, which is to kidnap Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang said calmly.

"Kidnapping Bong?"

Ye Shinian's entire mouth became an 'O' shape in surprise. Because kidnapping Yan Bang is purely looking for death, does he still have a life?

Who is Yan Bang? But the executioner of Shencheng! Kidnapping him is not courting death!

"Forget it, I'll just keep an eye on Bai Mo!"

Persimmons are picky and soft, and those who know current affairs are heroes.

"Brother Lang, why are we kidnapping Prince Mo? Are you worried about Mr. Bai's family property?" Ye Shinian asked curiously.

"In Shencheng, nothing is more sensational than the kidnapping of Bai Mo and Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang was thoughtful. If Bai Mo was kidnapped by Hetun, wouldn't it be logical for Lao Chu to ask the Yamen to use special forces.

"Brother Lang, there are many ways to make headlines, and we don't need to kidnap them!" Ye Shinian reminded kindly.

"If you ask again, your tongue will be cut off!"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, then got into the Lamborghini and left without looking back.

Watching the Lamborghini leaving in the dust, Ye Shinian seemed a little bit aggrieved by Cong Gang.

Because from Feng Xinglang's words and deeds just now, he didn't see that he was sad because of Cong Gang's death.

"Oh, the tea is cold!"

Ye Shinian sighed.

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The green frog-like color of the Lamborghini is too coquettish. I was in a hurry just now, so I randomly chose this fast enough car from Bai Mo.

It seemed that the psychologically suppressed emotions were released a bit, so Feng Xinglang changed from GK Group to a Hummer with better off-road anti-collision function.

As soon as Feng Xinglang changed the car, he received a call from Nanny An from Feng's house.

"Second Young Master, the person who took away Miss Lan from the Feng family is here again."

"Xing San? Why did he go to the Feng family? Did he make things difficult for you?"

"No! He said he had something to talk to you about, and told you to come back when he had time. He also said it was about Mrs. Xueluo."

Mentioning Xueluo, Feng Xinglang's sword eyebrows instantly sank.

"Did he come alone?"

"Well, he's alone!"

"Okay! I'll be right back, let him wait for a while!"

"Okay. I'll go and make him some tea first."

*****

This can hide from the first day of junior high school, but not the fifteenth day.

Mr. Bai said that his health was getting worse day by day, which forced his grandson Bai Mo to go back.

Bai Mo's parents died early, so Mr. Bai paid more attention to the reproduction of the Bai family's offspring.

From the women that Feng Xinglang helped to select last night, Bai Mo found a woman who could catch his eye, and hurriedly drove to the Bai mansion.

On Qinan Road, less than five kilometers away from the Bai Mansion, Bai Mosao's convertible Maserati was stopped by a bright red Maserati.

Maserati, see you, Maserati, fate!

And the phantom emerging from the red Maserati made Bai Mo's heart skip a beat.

It turned out to be Lan Youyou!

Lan Youyou is very beautiful today: the head of a pure student girl, pulled straight, elegant and moving. The light makeup makes her beauty more natural, as pure as a fairy who does not eat fireworks. Very ordinary clothes can't hide her refined temperament.

The convertible stopped steadily at Lan Youyou's feet.

"Sister, did the car break down? I am willing to help."

At this moment, Lan Youyou's slightly melancholy demeanor fascinated Bai Mo so much.

"Who is she? The soil is like a sweet potato! Could it be Master Mo's girlfriend?"

Lan Youyou's demeanor, which didn't seem to be mocking, was even better than mocking, made the woman in the convertible almost furious.

"Come on, Sweet Potato, take the money and find a cool place to drink tea!"

Bai Mo shook off the woman's stack of thick red bills and waved her away.

Lan Youyou's beauty trick, if she doesn't do it, she will become charming.