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Hanging up Ba Song's phone, Cong Gang sighed slightly.

Looking at the approaching black Lexus under the hillside, it was a little bit crying.

Also, since his dad had no motive for the crime, he naturally became the most suspected person.

At least, he is more motivated than Hetun! And there are similar precedents.

I want to come, this time I have no choice.

It's strange that Ba Song didn't say what should be said, but shouldn't say it, but he talked a lot;

Therefore, it is more convenient for Feng Xinglang to put all the doubts on Cong Ze and take a seat.

Knowing that he was trying to escape this time, Cong Gang reluctantly twisted his eyebrows: If it was really done by Hetun people, then which opera did Hetun sing? Want to marry yourself in such a mean way? But this method is not clever?

Could it be said that the more inferior the means, the more it can convince Feng Xinglang that bitch?

"Weikang, you'll be closer to me with the fourth child."

Cong Gang lowered his eyes slightly, "I'm in a bad mood today ... I don't want to be beaten!"

"Uh? Feng Xunzi is doing something again? He's been messing with us for three days, you can really bear with him."

Wei Kang knew that Feng Xinglang had just saved his life for Boss Cong. But shouldn't it be long overdue? How could Boss be so manipulated by Feng Xinglang? !!

In fact, it can't be called 'at the mercy', it's more like a kind of wisdom and bravery.

It doesn't look like an enemy anyway, but it doesn't look like a friend.

Have any friends pitted each other for three days?

But it's not like the relationship between the use and the use of benefits ...

"What else can you do? You have a great dad!"

Cong Gang lengthened his voice and quietly hummed.

"Will we be able to defend one or two just now?"

Wei Kang wanted to seal the heart of Xinglang, not a day or two. Doesn't it mean that he really wants to kill Feng Xinglang, half-dead, or lacking arms and legs, just breathe out his boss.

Cong Gang glanced back at Wei Kang. "Such a matter, do you need to ask me? Don't mess up and mess with me."

"..." Feng Xinglang's physique and skills were really difficult, if he had a fight with him, he wouldn't mess with it.

Then the question came: What does Boss mean by letting him or not letting him?

Wei Kang really wanted to take a risk to test the shangfeng Fengxing Lang, and also to see what the Boss Cong Gang would react.

When Feng Xinglang came in, Cong Gang and Wei Kang were sitting at the table and eating a simple breakfast.

They are all plain foods such as soy milk pastries, and there are no heavy flavors such as fishy foods.

Cong Gang was sitting east and west, Wei Kang and the fourth child were left and right. There was just a vacant space, as if to be reserved for Feng Xinglang.

"Early!"

Feng Xinglang Qingxi said hello, walked over, and sat straight on the chair vacated for him.

"Three grandfathers sitting and eating breakfast together ... very vivid."

Feng Xinglang, who had not had breakfast, took a soy milk cup in front of him and took a sip. The temperature is just right, not hot or cold.

"Know that I'm coming, and don't make a little bit of a noise?"

The chair and tableware left for him convinced Feng Xinglang that Cong Gang was the perpetrator.

"Someone drove in the morning, and rushed into the wind, I couldn't close my eyes and pretend to be blind, right?"

Cong Gang couldn't help but take a word. Although he meant to be silent is golden.

Feng Xinglang raised his eyes, snorted and crossed Cong Gang, and his nose was thicker.

"Cong Boss, did you sleep well last night?"

"pretty good!"

Cong Gang responded quietly, and then asked back, "The anger was so rampant in the early morning, presumably President Feng did not sleep well last night?"

"I didn't sleep well ... Busy making baby with my wife!"

Feng Xinglang's stern snoring, "You don't understand that kind of fun."

Cong Gang lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk, avoiding the whole story of Feng Xinglang.

"Is my niece good at serving?"

Feng Xinglang took a bite of mung bean cake and asked meaningfully.

"Will your niece serve, you ask me what? I'm not a nursery here."

Cong Gang relentlessly answered Feng Xinglang's words. Appearance and accent fell into Feng Xinglang's eyes, and it was a bit embarrassing.

"Dog, you're **** pretend!"

Feng Xinglang got up quickly, raised his right fist and smashed on Cong Gang's cheek ...

The fourth old Cong looks stingy, but the response speed is god-like; before Feng Xinglang's fist fell on Boss's cheek, he had fastened Feng Xinglang's right arm.

Cong Gang was sitting still without moving. The calm and calm look of danger is becoming more and more fan-like.

"Cong Gang, what the **** do you want?"

Feng Xinglang, who was imprisoned by Cong Laosi and Wei Kang, held his limbs, snarled with suffocation, "Last time you gave Lanyou a leisurely move on my woman, Lao Tzu let you go, what trick do you want to play this time ? "

With Feng Xinglang's wisdom, it is not difficult to reason about these.

Although frightening and risk-free, Feng Xinglang's behavior was so terrible that Cong Gang couldn't wait to commit another crime.

"Feng Xinglang, are you in a rush to get medical treatment? Why should I touch your woman?"

Cong Gang argued reasonably, "If I really want to touch your woman, do you think I need to be reduced to make it someone?"

Cong Gang really lacks such motivation. So Feng Xinglang has always only guessed.

Sometimes, Feng Xinglang didn't figure out Cong Gang's thinking correctly every time.

The feeling to him is: It is not easy to control Cong Gang, a non-human. He is not like Yan Bang, he will have his own thoughts. Hidden by Feng Xinglang's impenetrable danger.

"Don't mess around here! Your niece isn't here with me!"

Should be angry, Cong Gang's breath is not as indifferent as he looks.

Feng Xinglang shook Wei Kang away, and sat calmly across from Cong Gang again.

"Then you talk about it, where is my niece?"

"How did I know!"

Cong Gang snorted, "Are there any less bad things about Fenglang?"

Looking at Cong Gang's increasingly calm words and deeds, Feng Xinglang seemed to feel that he was angry.

"You leave Ba Song by my side ... don't you just want to be able to cooperate inside and outside when you start?"

With his keenness and alertness, if someone wanted to take a child from Feng's family, he could not be unaware.

Feng Xinglang said this should be a showdown with Cong Gang.

No showdown. Because everyone knows it. Sometimes the meaning changes after speaking.

Cong had been silent for a few seconds, and he was measuring something.

"Ba Song said ... He saw that person. He didn't see it clearly. He didn't chase him."

Since Feng Xinglang had a showdown with him, Cong Gang felt that he didn't need to continue to explain anything.

If you want to play with Feng Xinglang, you must be true and false. Confess one part and hide the other.

"Why not chase it?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"He is protecting three of your family."

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and hummed, "Tuning tigers away from the mountain, wouldn't you have never played?"

"It's so clean! Do you think I'll believe you?"

Feng Xinglang continued to pressure Cong Gang in an unjust way. The more Cong Gang wants to refute, the more he will say.

"Ba Song said: The person who took away your niece last night ... the method is very much like the righteous son of Hetun! Do you believe it?"

Feng Xing Lang silent for a while, Fei's thin lips drew up, "Why, play against me?"

"You can imagine: I did away with your dear niece in order to marry Hetun! The purpose is to kill your father and son against each other! Then? Then I can unify Shencheng?"

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to answer, Cong Gang sneered again, "Feng Xinglang, don't waste time with me! It won't cost your niece!"

Feng Xinglang stared silently at Cong Gang, silent for a while.

Suddenly the phone rang, stopping Feng Xinglang's extremely uncomfortable stare.

The call was from Ba Song.

"General Feng, Hetun brought someone to forcefully take his wife and young son."

"Stabilize him first, I'll be right back!"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang once again knew Xiang Cong Gang deeply, and made a deep reprimand:

"Cong Gang, don't let me be too disappointed in you!"

Leaving such a hurtful word, Feng Xinglang got up and left.

Cong Gang didn't know whether Feng Xinglang believed what he said. Or is it dubious?

"This **** is very current today! I guess I know I will be beaten, so I ran away early."

After watching Fang Xinglang drive away, Wei Kang returned to the wooden house.

On Cong Gang's face, there was a sense of silence.

...

At this moment, when he took out his mobile phone and called Hetun, Xue Luo couldn't control that much.

Perhaps because of the sensitive period of the woman, the snow fall during the holiday season requires a safe harbor.

Watching her husband go out to find the whereabouts of Tuantuan, Xueluo instinctively wanted to find a safer place for the child and himself.

"Is that twelve? Can I bother you to pick me up and Nono?"

The sound of snow falling trembled. Maybe she had become extremely frightened at this moment.

Deep in his heart, what was afraid, or what was afraid, Xue Luo himself could not say clearly; but since Lan Youyou returned to Fengjia, Xue Luo's heart was hanging.

She instinctively thought: Isn't Lan Youyou stunned for something broken?

"What happened? What happened?"

Xing Twelve heard the meaning of fear in Xue Luo's voice.

"Tuantu is gone! I worry about Nono ..."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be right there!"

Twenty minutes later, two anti-riot vehicles arrived. He Tun personally picked it up.

Such a big battle really frightened Mo Ranran.

"You ... what are you doing?"

Hetun just glanced at the new domestic servant and stepped his heavy leather boots into the marble in Feng's living room.

"Fifteen, the righteous father has come to pick you up. Fifteen ..."

Hearing the powerful voice of He Tunyu, the snowfall that kept him and his son locked in the room seemed to be relieved.

"Nono, it is your righteous father who has come to pick us up."

Xue Luo immediately hugged her son who hadn't had enough sleep to come down ...