Chapter 507: Like a Ruined Woman!

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Cong Gang took care of the pot of Clivia in his hand without looking sideways, and waited for his next words by ignoring Feng Xinglang.

He knew that Feng Xinglang always went to his haunted house for nothing.

Feng Xinglang picked off a Phalaenopsis orchid and brought it to his nose to sniff, but he couldn't smell any fragrance.

From Feng Xinglang's actions, it can be seen that he is not a person who will take the initiative to pity and cherish jade.

Flowers are like women, between appreciating and picking, Feng Xinglang habitually chose the latter. The same goes for women.

So, falling in love with Feng Xinglang's woman will be very painful. Just like Lan Youyou, so is Lin Xueluo.

"Hetun has returned to Shencheng."

Feng Xinglang didn't have the heart to appreciate the ornamental potted plants and flowers in this big house, and after flicking the Phalaenopsis from his fingers, he returned to the subject.

"Um."

Cong Gang glanced at the Phalaenopsis that was dropped to the ground by Feng Xinglang's bullet, and only hummed in response.

"He has another Xing Twelve beside him."

Feng Xinglang said another sentence. The belt is a long sad ending.

It seems that he can still relieve the sharp pain from his son Lin Nuo's injured little eyes.

"Um."

Cong Gang still hummed in response. Faintly, as if perfunctory.

"He has my wife and children in his hands."

Feng Xinglang asked again.

"Um."

Cong Gang hummed again.

Feng Xinglang paused, squinting his eyes slightly and glanced at Cong Gang who was still taking care of the pot of Clivia.

"Speak well to me!" Feng Xinglang snorted angrily.

Only then did Cong Gang raise his eyes and glance at Feng Xinglang casually, and replied leisurely, "Does this have something to do with me?"

It really doesn't matter!

More than ten years ago, he rescued the dying Cong Gang from Chinatown; and many years later, Cong Gang rescued Feng Xinglang from Hetun who was dying. flat!

So Cong Gang said that it has nothing to do with him, which still makes sense.

But Feng Xinglang was quite upset! He felt that Cong Gang shouldn't speak to his master in such a tone!

Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, it was a great gift for him to save Cong Gang; and Cong Gang's saving him was what a follower of him should do.

Feng Xinglang's demeanor always carries a bit of subjective domineering and arrogance.

"Why do I feel like my hands are itchy and I want to beat someone up?" Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.

Feng Xinglang is not omnipotent. He also needs help from others. If Hetun played financial games with him, it is estimated that none of the ten Hetuns would be his opponent; but Hetun wanted to play brutal and violent games with him.

Cong Gang's gentle gaze passed over Feng Xinglang's handsome face, and he smiled:

"You can't beat me! It's not sure whether to beat someone or be beaten!"

Cong Gang's words really hurt Feng Xinglang's self-esteem.

But when you savor it carefully, you can read some strange sentiments. It's like teasing a rebellious naughty boy.

Feng Xinglang really couldn't beat Cong Gang.

Not to mention Feng Xinglang, even Yan Bang might not be Cong Gang's opponent.

Yan Bang has more than enough brute force, but Cong Gang is deadly.

Feng Xinglang was not interested in orchids. There are not many orchid species that can be recognized. So, he picked up the pot of green orchids in his hand, and slammed it on the marble floor with a clang.

Under Cong Gang's focus, Feng Xinglang smashed more than ten pots of orchids in a row. Some are rare and rare varieties.

Anyone who has raised orchids knows that orchids are extraordinarily delicate and difficult to serve.

And Cong Gang must have put in a lot of effort to serve these orchids lushly. But now Feng Xinglang is mercilessly smashing his heart.

"Don't stop! Keep smashing! Anyway, these orchids were bought with your Feng Xinglang's money!"

Cong Gang just had a bad temper. It seems that Feng Xinglang's violence will not affect his mood at all.

Feng Xinglang made a sudden movement of smashing the potted plants, and stared back at Cong Gang's leisurely and clean face.

"I slept with your younger sister! You took millions of dollars from me every month to buy these flowers and plants?"

In fact, Cong Gang is not short of money. Why take money from Feng Xinglang? Maybe only he knows it in his heart.

"If someone spends your money, you should feel happy! It's like your wife and children, Feng Xinglang, are spending Hetun's money now! No matter how much money you have, Feng Xinglang, what's the use of it?"

Cong Gang's words could really drive Feng Xinglang to death for several reincarnations.

He is completely which pot he can't open and which pot to lift! Knowing that this was a thorn deep in Feng Xinglang's heart, Cong Gang wanted to touch it.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the rage in his heart, "You have spent my money, so you have to do things for me!"

"Is this how you, Feng Xinglang, ask for help?"

Cong Gang once again immersed himself in his Clivia, caring for that pot of Clivia like a beloved woman.

Without saying a word, Feng Xinglang stepped forward and smashed the pot of Clivia to pieces.

Cong Gang raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang; and Feng Xinglang was also glaring at him.

A few seconds later, Cong Gang asked calmly, "Your bad temper is Yan Bangchong's, right? You'd better go find him! He will cater to your Feng Xinglang appetite!"

"Did Yan Bang sleep with your sister in the previous life? Or did you sleep with Yan Bang's sister in the previous life? Do you two have to be so discordant?"

Feng Xinglang really didn't understand why Yan Bang and Cong Gang insisted on such a dog-eat-dog!

Cong Gang did not answer Feng Xinglang's words, but squatted over to pick up the pot of Clivia that Feng Xinglang smashed.

Cong Gang's tepid attitude was enough to make Feng Xinglang unhappy. He stepped on the Clivia tree. Under the trampling of his well-crafted leather shoes, the Clivia immediately disappeared.

Like a destroyed woman!

Cong Gang still didn't get angry. He stood up slowly, and glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly.

"Do you know why Hetun likes to let others do multiple-choice questions so much?"

Faintly, Cong Gang asked.

"I'm not interested in knowing!" Feng Xinglang said angrily.

Cong Gang did not interrupt his words because of Feng Xinglang's hostile voice and anger:

"Because Hetun himself is a household with difficult choices! So he especially wants to see other people's painful choices!"

"You mean...Hetun will ask me to do multiple choice questions again?"

Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows coldly.

Cong Gang shook his head as if sighing, "Doing multiple-choice questions is just his means; it's not his purpose!"

"Then what is his purpose?" Feng Xinglang asked sharply.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang again, "You're so smart, why do you need to ask me?"

Feng Xinglang's thin lips curled up coldly because he was suppressing his anger.

He stared deeply at Cong Gang's indifferent face, and really wanted to punch him hard.

"Cong Gang, I'm telling you something, why is it getting harder and harder?"

"Fireworks are just for a moment, but some people are willing to look up and wait for it forever!"