Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already sunny outside the cruise.

Without exception, he no longer had his sleeping son Feng Linnuo by his side. Cong Gang had already carried the little fellow away from before he woke up.

The father and son were on the same cruise, but they could not meet!

"You\'re awake? This sleep of yours sure is heavy. "

The one who came in to send her breakfast was not the Old Four, but Cong Gang himself. The rich and delicious breakfast were all the things that Feng Xinglang liked to eat.

Feng Xinglang seemed to have realized that he had slept soundly. It was unusually heavy! He rarely slept all night.

But he was too lazy to question anything to Cong Gang. Because he believed in Cong Gang\'s promise: Until tonight, finish the battle quickly!

Feng Xinglang really wanted to give Cong Gang a good beating.

But now was not the time!

"How do you want to deal with the Hetun tonight?"

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang was still a little interested in what might happen tonight.

Cong Gang\'s eyelids drooped a little, as if she was avoiding Feng Xinglang\'s sharp gaze.

"Use your spear to point right at your head, and then force the Hetun to kneel before us! "How about it?"

Cong Gang said with a deliberative tone.

Of course he wouldn\'t say: I will let Hetun choose between his own son and his own grandson!

He wanted to let him experience that kind of heart-wrenching pain!

No matter who he chose, they would make him suffer a fate worse than death!

"Have Hetun kneel? "And then?"

Feng Xinglang placed a roll of bacon into his mouth and coldly snorted, "You\'re so vulgar!"

"Then I\'ll have to trouble Second Master Feng to choose one for me!" "How do you feel about this!"

Cong Gang was smart. He threw this thorny topic to Feng Xinglang. trying to get Feng Xinglang to answer his own question.

But in Feng Xinglang\'s heart, Cong Gang\'s cleverness was only limited to when he was a foot higher, and he was a foot taller than the devil.

"You slut, don\'t you already have an idea? "You aren\'t willing to say?"

Feng Xinglang\'s eyes were deep.

The look in Cong Gang\'s eyes, was unforgettable.

He would never forget it. After he wandered around in hell for a while, he opened his eyes and saw Feng Xinglang\'s pair of eyes that were as sharp as a falcon\'s. Half surprised, she sighed at him, "You can actually come back to life?" What a miracle!]

But at this moment, Cong Gang did not dare meet Feng Xinglang\'s gaze.

He felt an inexplicable sense of fear!

"Tell me, what kind of rotten idea are you holding back?" "Don\'t worry, your father will cooperate with you to the fullest!"

Feng Xinglang\'s words carried sincerity.

Maybe he really wouldn\'t be able to commit such a cruel and merciless act of murdering his father; but if he were to cooperate with others to deal with Hetun, he would still be rather proactive.

"If the Hetun died, would you blame me?"

Cong Gang avoided the crucial point. He played Taichi with Feng Xinglang, playing mind games with him.

Feng Xinglang did not hurriedly answer. Instead, he raised his eyes, chewed on the bacon on the side of his neck as he looked deeply into Cong Gang\'s eyes.

"Rest assured and be bold! I will only be grateful to you! "

Feng Xinglang said these light words from his mouth. He didn\'t have much of an expression on his face.

"You won\'t be grateful to me …"

Cong Gang sighed deeply, "You will hate me! They might even kill me! "

"Are you hiding something?"

Feng Xinglang\'s charm came from his steady arrogance. He just stared straight at Cong Gang, his expression did not change, and he continued to stare.

Other than dodging Feng Xinglang\'s gaze, Cong Gang could no longer raise his own confidence.

All these years, he had thought that he could cultivate a Golden Bell Cover to cover his mask, but all of these things were disintegrated little by little in front of Feng Xinglang.

"Hetun... After all, he\'s your father! "

Cong Gang continued to feign with all his might.

It was very hard!

Feng Xinglang smiled, then pushed the food tray in front of him away.

"Who is my father … Could it be that my mom is not as clear as you?! "

"..."

Cong Gang was silent for a moment: This method of deceiving himself is really lofty.

"It doesn\'t matter who my father is! The important thing is that I know who my enemies are! "

Feng Xinglang stood up, and took a few steps towards the window, "Hetun has many subordinates, you have to arrange them carefully! If that happens, Hetun will kneel for him instead of for you! "

"Don\'t worry, that won\'t happen!"

Cong Gang calmly replied.

"I know. Your, Cong Gang\'s, bones are tough enough! The courage and boldness to use a blade to wipe your own neck! "

Feng Xinglang exhaled a breath of air, "But I really do not wish to see that … All of you leave me. Whether they die or die, those who are injured, disappear! "

"Don\'t be sentimental! In the basement of my villa, there is also a redemption item left for you! "

Cong Gang brought the warm milk to Feng Xinglang\'s side.

"Redeemer? "What is it?"

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, staring straight at Cong Gang.

"The thing that you are most attached to recently! Guess. "

Cong Gang\'s tone seemed to be sounding him out.

To test Yan Bang\'s place in Feng Xinglang\'s heart?

"Yan Bang is in your hands?"

Feng Xinglang almost blurted out in reflex.

"Um... You\'re so smart! "

This way of praising others was really stingy.

Cong Gang\'s expression became dejected: It seems that I have once again confirmed the decision I made at the beginning. Yan Bang indeed had an important place in Feng Xinglang\'s heart!

It should be far above him, Cong Gang!

Yan Bang could recklessly sacrifice his life for Feng Xinglang, even if it meant risking it all!

But he, Cong Gang, could not! Because the hatred he bore was the true motivation for him to continue living until now!

"Heh …" Hehe! It really is f * cking mantis stalking and catching cicadas.

Feng Xinglang scoffed, "Why didn\'t you just kill him on the way? Furthermore, it could be blamed on Hetun! It\'s good to kill two birds with one stone! "

"Because you couldn\'t bear to see him die, so I spared his life for you! You can consider it your compensation for being confined for the past few days. "

Cong Gang\'s voice was slightly hoarse. His gaze swept across Feng Xinglang\'s cold and angry handsome face, and stopped looking at him.

"Bastard..."

Feng Xinglang moaned in a low voice, "You made Yan Bang play with him in your palms, and played with me like a monkey … Cong Gang, you sure f * * king have a sense of accomplishment! "

Cong Gang stared deeply at the raging Feng Xinglang in front of him.

Perhaps after tonight, he would hate him infinitely!

Regret picking him up from Chinatown! He regretted keeping the tiger alive all the time!

But Cong Gang had no choice! He was too tired to wait.

He was afraid that time would wash away the hatred in his heart.

What\'s more, he was afraid that he would be enmeshed in an intimate relationship with Feng Xinglang!

"Feng Xinglang, you should believe that I will never do anything that will harm you! Perhaps the process is terrible, but the end result will be nothing short of thrilling! "