One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 1007 - Second Master Feng, who is about to commit suicide
"Eighth Brother, I want to go in and kiss Mommy's food!"
The little guy stretched out its voice and whined obediently.
"What's the rush!?" Your mommy will eat your bastard's daddy if she's hungry! "
Xing Ba replied leisurely. He liked the way the little guy crawled around in his arms. Usually, he would just look at the little thing and get closer to Old Tweleve.
"Eat my bastard father?"
"The little guy wanted to pull off one of Xing Ba's beard, but it was too short and couldn't be pinched. Can my bastard dad eat it? My mommy doesn't like to eat people! "
"Eating this is not like eating other people's food. This is the pleasure between adults!" You don't understand! "
Xing Ba scratched the little guy's nose, "Your mother only had you because she ate your father! Maybe even more than once! Your mother will probably eat it eight or ten times for you to be so willful! "
"What did my mommy eat? Speak words that we kids don't understand! Eighth Brother, you're getting worse and worse! I don't even like you anymore! "
The little pampered ones would always use 'I don't like you' as a bargaining chip against their sworn brothers.
"Just you wait!" After they finish, they will come out and eat! "
Xing Ba kissed the little fellow, his eyes filled with affection.
This time, Feng Xinglang's sleep did not rest at all.
Maybe it was because of her fear and exhaustion from the past few days, but the woman in her arms was forced by Feng Xinglang to sleep soundly.
Although he missed her tenderly, Feng Xinglang still reluctantly got up from the sickbed.
He pressed his own warm lips to the woman's forehead and only left after a long time.
When the door of the inner ward was opened, Xing Ba turned his head warily to take a look.
The little thing was sleeping soundly in Xing Ba's arms, and he would pinch it's little mouth from time to time.
"... Let me heat it up for you. "
There was a washroom inside. At this time, Feng Xinglang still walked out, he should be out looking for food.
"No need! I have something to take care of outside! "
Feng Xinglang took a step forward, placed his hand on Xing Ba's shoulder, and prevented him from getting up, "I'll leave Nuonuo in your care."
"Going out so late?"
"Yes." This matter is urgent. "
"Then be careful. This time of three or four in the morning, it's when the yin qi is the heaviest! "
The night in the city had never been lonely.
Although the roads in the city were not as crowded as the roads in the daytime, from time to time, there would be the sound of traffic passing by.
Under the contrast of the neon lights, there was no trace of the Yin Qi that Xing Ba had described, but rather a sense of love that filled the entire city.
The black car shot towards Yulong City like an arrow that had just left the bow.
Roadblocks were set up at the entrance. It should be a new security guard, as he stopped Feng Xinglang's car.
"New?" Feng Xinglang asked as he rolled down the window.
"Sir, please show me your VIP card."
What the Yulong City lacked the most were members of all kinds of luxury cars.
"Just look at my face! In the future, remember this: My name is Feng Xinglang! Don't try to stop my car! If not, you will have to go around Shen City and look for a new job! "
"Sir, you need not frighten me. Even if the yamen manager were to come to our Yulong City, he would have to hand over the necessary pass. "
"President Feng, this newcomer doesn't know anything, please forgive him."
The security captain immediately rushed over, apologizing repeatedly as he opened up the barricade.
"Good lad!" I like it! "
Feng Xinglang praised the new security guard, then stepped on the throttle and ran into Yulong City.
"Are you blind?! He is the flesh and blood of our President Yan! You dare to block me? "
"Heart …" My heart's flesh? Isn't he a man? "
"Old Man Tu, this year you can cross races, do you even need to follow a man or a woman?!"
"..."
Without allowing Baotou to alarm Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang walked into Yan Bang's living room.
Yan Bang did not sleep on the bed. Instead, he laid on the sofa in the middle of the living room with his limbs spread out.
Feng Xinglang stared condescendingly at Yan Bang for a while. His hand reached out to try and wake him up, but he stopped.
After looking around, Feng Xinglang's gaze landed on the northern corner of the living room.
The safe was sealed inside the wall, and nothing out of the ordinary could be seen from its appearance.
Feng Xinglang lightly tapped twice, and fumbled out a hidden fingerprint scanning entrance on the wall. After pressing twice without any reaction, he turned his body around, and his gaze landed on Yan Bang who was on the sofa.
It seemed like only Yan Bang's fingerprint would be effective!
Actually, the method was pretty simple too: They could wake Yan Bang up and let him press their own fingerprints, or cut off his finger directly.
The problem was: With no idea which finger print Yan Bang had recorded, would he have to chop them off one by one?
Feng Xinglang returned to the side of the sofa and once again stared condescendingly at the soundly asleep Yan Bang.
"Hey, did you sleep to death?"
Feng Xinglang lightly slapped Yan Bang's face with the back of his hand, "Your grandpa is here to see you!"
"Feng Xinglang, if you don't drink with Cong Gang, why are you here?"
Long before Feng Xinglang touched the safe, Yan Bang had already woken up.
"To see if you're dead or not!"
Feng Xinglang coldly snorted, "I need something, do you still have some stock?"
Yan Bang opened his eyes that were filled with complex emotions, staring straight at Feng Xinglang who was alone on the sofa.
"Cong Gang is the type of person that you admire?" Yan Bang asked.
Feng Xinglang looked at Yan Bang, as if he was not interested in the question at all, he stood up and walked towards the door.
"He left just like that?"
Yan Bang turned and looked at the back of Feng Xinglang, "Looks like I really make you hate me!"
Feng Xinglang did not bother with Yan Bang, and pushed open the living room's door and stuck his head out, "Baotou, your master is hungry, go make some midnight snacks! "Simply put, it would be best to make a stomach nourishing sea cucumber soup."
"Okay, Second Master. I'll let the chef handle this time." Baotou retreated.
When Feng Xinglang returned to the living room, he still ignored Yan Bang and laid on the sofa bed that Yan Bang had just slept on, closing his eyes to rest.
"What are you busy with? You haven't eaten yet? " Yan Bang asked.
"Busy making friends with my wife! Can you control it!? " Feng Xinglang scoffed.
Yan Bang did not make a sound, and only quietly stared at the recuperating Feng Xinglang.
He knew that Feng Xinglang had brought a very obvious goal this time. Even if he didn't ask, he would have taken the initiative to ask.
"Do you have any of those items on hand?" Feng Xinglang asked again.
"What is it?"
"To deal with the three lackeys in the south of the city!"
"You want that thing. Who do you want to deal with? "
"Can't I use it to kill myself?"
"Suicide? Heh heh, "Yan Bang gave a stiff and cold laugh," Would you, Feng Xinglang, be willing to part with me? "
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