Chapter 978 I'm Worried You Will Bite Me!

Slowly, the shadow squatted down, carefully lifted Feng Xinglang's injured leg wearing a support device, and placed it on his knee.

He carefully checked the wearing method and function of the supporting instrument.

About three minutes later, a scorching warm current started from the knee of Feng Xinglang's injured leg, snaked through his calf, and flowed into a small portable container.

It’s that familiar smell of Chinese herbal medicine again!

Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang's angry heart slowly calmed down. Also relaxing were the clenched fists in the nightgown.

After the injured leg was washed with Chinese medicine, every cell seemed to be soothed and warmed to the heart.

Heiying repeated this seemingly simple but highly technical washing step.

Such comfort made Feng Xinglang's breath comfortable and deep.

His sharp eyes opened and he looked down at the intruder who was washing his injured leg and soothing his nerves.

Still the same familiar face: thin and resolute. Every edge on his face is so distinct... He deserves a beating!

This action lasted for more than ten minutes.

During this process, the shadow kept kneeling on one knee beside the executive chair, acting as a footrest.

Then, there is the dressing of the medicine. Let the blood in the whole leg flow more cheerfully. Dredge the meridians and warm the skin texture.

Feng Xinglang waited patiently and good-temperedly as the shadow finished treating his injured leg.

And then……

Where to grab it?

A punch or a slap would sound too noisy in the dead of night!

So, Feng Xinglang set his sights on the black shadow's disobedient ear!

"Bitch... I finally caught you!"

There was a pain in his ears, and the shadow was forced to raise his head, and met Feng Xinglang's playful and gloomy face.

"Second Master...Long time no see!"

Cong Gang's voice was hoarse, like a tone coming from deep in his throat.

"Long time no see? It shouldn't be... It seems like this isn't the first time you've done this sneaky and sneaky thing, right?"

Feng Xinglang's thin lips became even more callous and cold-blooded as he bit the words while speaking.

"Touch the dog..."

Cong Gang paused, "I've really done this before... Second Master is such a metaphor!"

"..."

To be honest, Feng Xinglang at that time really wanted to slap Cong Gang to death with a brick for this guy who wanted to be beaten to death!

After looking at each other for a long time, Feng Xinglang let out a cold snort of extreme dissatisfaction from his thin lips.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"You didn't drink milk?"

What he got was Cong Gang's gentle question. He glanced at the wastebasket and frowned slightly.

"Who borrowed your courage to drug me so unscrupulously?"

Feng Xinglang asked with anger.

"You're so pretentious... If I don't take the medicine, I'm worried you'll bite me!"

While Cong Gang was speaking, Feng Xinglang could listen to his angry words, while at the same time he was able to give him the final bandage meticulously.

"Actually, you're not much easier to touch than a dog!"

These words made Feng Xinglang feel itchy.

A backhand slap is very fast; but depending on the target, the effects will be different.

Cong Gang skillfully avoided Feng Xinglang's slap;

The slap failed, and Feng Xinglang's upper body almost fell out of the executive chair as he exerted too much force.

Cong Gang still stretched out his hand to block it.

He wanted to comment that Feng Xinglang was becoming more and more effeminate, but in view of Feng Xinglang's crazy mental state, Cong Gang held back.

"Don't hide if you have the guts!"

Feng Xinglang, who stabilized his center of gravity, cast a contemptuous look at Cong Gang.

"You think I'm as stupid as Yan Bang! He's a masochist, but I'm not!"

Cong Gang began to pack the medical kit in an orderly manner.

"Why do you insist on putting Yan Bang to death?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed Xuanhan's eyes and asked sternly.

"Yan Bang?" Cong Gang snorted lightly, "He is just a victim of your father Hetun's protection! He has nothing to do with me!"

After a slight pause, he sighed softly: "I just previewed the conflicts that will be hidden in the next few months, or several years, or more than ten years!"

Cong Gang's answer was very profound. But it was completely within the scope of Feng Xinglang's understanding.

"Cong Gang, what the hell do you want to do?" Feng Xinglang asked sharply again.

"In fact, you, Feng Xinglang, know what I want to do!"

Cong Gang closed the medicine box and raised his eyes to stare into Feng Xinglang's eyes.

Very calm and calm.

Feng Xinglang hated seeing Cong Gang's indifferent gaze that seemed to be able to read minds.

I felt like I was completely naked in front of Cong Gang with no shelter and no clothes to cover my body!

"I'm not as smart as you! So I don't understand! I want to hear it from you!"

Seeing that Cong Gang was silent, Feng Xinglang asked in a hissing voice, "Tell me: what is an advance rehearsal? You kidnapped my son and made me fall into the canyon and almost lost my life... This is what you call Rehearse in advance?”

Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang quietly and said leisurely, "So what? What can you do to me?"

This tone, this tone of voice, this reckless attitude...

"Cong Gang! Don't force me to kill you!" Feng Xinglang hissed harshly.

"Really? Then I will wait quietly for you to kill me!"

To be honest, Feng Xinglang at that time was really angry to death by Cong Gang's words.

That handsome face that was so cold that it could scrape off a layer of frost; those sharp eyes that were astonishing; and that chest that rose and fell rapidly...

They all expressed: He, Feng Xinglang, is really angry and furious! It's on the verge of losing control!

"Let's talk about this topic later when you have the ability and courage to be cruel to me!"

Cong Gang stood up slowly and picked up the medicine box on the carpet.

"Cong Gang, what the hell do you want to do?"

Feng Xinglang almost lost control and roared.

"Calm down! You wake up a whole family of old women and children, and you are lame on one leg. You can't deal with me, an uninvited guest. The scene is so miserable just thinking about it!"

Cong Gang smiled faintly, "Feng Xinglang, you'd better be patient! It will be over if you bear it!"

These words made Feng Xinglang furious, and they were enough to make Feng Xinglang suffer internal injuries!

In fact, while Feng Xinglang was furious, he also took the time to weigh one thing in his mind:

If Basong and Xing Shisi are called upstairs together, can Cong Gang be taken down in one fell swoop?

Fortunately, Feng Xinglang chose not to take this risk!

He didn't know it at the time: Xing Shishi was not in the Feng family at all; but Basong was from Cong Gang.

If Feng Xinglang knew Basong's true identity, he would probably be so angry that he would be internally injured!

"Cong Gang, let's talk. What do you want? I will try my best to satisfy you."

If the Tao is one foot high, the devil is one foot high?

Feng Xinglang could always regulate his emotions when he was so angry at Cong Gang that he almost vomited blood.

"After applying the medicine for a week, you can take two steps! It's just a broken fibula. Don't stay in a wheelchair. It will make you look more like a disabled person!"

Cong Gang's different advice sounded even more uncomfortable.

Perhaps this injury is nothing to Cong Gang; he can get off the ground in two or three days, but Feng Xinglang has been in a wheelchair for almost a month.

For people like Cong Gang, his philosophy is to overdraw his life and health for the rest of his life;

Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, thought more about having his wife and children by his side for the rest of his life, and living a happy life of holding his son's hand and growing old together, with children and grandchildren in his house.

Differences in philosophy are destined to lead to different pursuits of desired lifestyles.

"Cong Gang, can we still talk properly? Whatever you want, you can tell me!"

Feng Xinglang forced himself to take a deep breath, "Don't make me regret it: I might as well have picked up a dog when I picked you up!"

"So, you are too kind! You should have been ruthless and watched me die instead of raising a tiger to cause trouble!"

Cong Gang's answer already showed that they could no longer have a pleasant conversation.

"Do you really think of yourself as a tiger? In my eyes, you will always be just a dog!"

Are you angry with him, Feng Xinglang?

Naturally, Feng Xinglang also led him to sarcastically and mock Cong Gang!

Cong Gang smiled calmly, "Feng Xinglang, your way of deceiving yourself is really unique! You think I am a dog, and I am a dog? Do you have that much ability to control me?"

"I don't need to control anyone! I treat you as a dog, which just shows that the lowly blood flowing in your bones will always have the status of a dog in my heart! It's that simple!"

Feng Xinglang also became addicted to sarcasm and satire towards Cong Gang. Treat others in their own way!

"But this dog of mine is treating you like a monkey!"

Cong Gang just looked at Feng Xinglang who had been suppressing his anger calmly, half-smiling but not smiling.

"Cong Gang, I really want to kill you!"

In this battle of words, the winner is obvious.

"If I feel right, there is a pistol hidden in the secret compartment of the second drawer on your right! You can take it out and aim it at my head... Just pull the trigger and I will You’ve become a dead dog as you wished!”

"Are you looking for death? I'll help you!"

Feng Xinglangzhen took out the gun from the second drawer, and then aimed it at Cong Gang, who was close at hand.

Not only was Cong Gang fearless, his resolute face even had a faint smile that resembled mockery.

"I'll give you ten seconds to pull the trigger...Ten!"

"Nine!"

"eight!"

"..."

"three!"

Feng Xinglang really didn't expect that Cong Gang would force himself like a desperado without any thought of life or death!

Cong Gang was very close to him at that time, only two or three meters away.

Even if Cong Gang could escape to heaven and earth, he still wouldn't be able to evade 100% safely within such a short distance.

What's more, Feng Xinglang's marksmanship has always been very accurate!

If Feng Xinglang really pulls the trigger, there will be blood for sure. Even if he doesn't die, he has to shed some blood!

It wasn't until later that Feng Xinglang figured out why Cong Gang forced him to be cruel to him!

"two……"

"Feng Xinglang, if you don't shoot, I have to leave... It's been a busy day, and I have to rush back to make midnight snacks!"