Chapter 964: A Very Good Little Fresh Meat

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Feng Xinglang leaned back in the executive chair and rested with his eyes closed.

The vague tingling sensation in his legs made him frown in discomfort.

He has been thinking about one thing: How can he find Cong Gang hiding in the dark?

Thinking about it now, this Cong Gang is really vicious and vicious: he actually used his wife and children of Feng Xinglang as pawns to provoke conflicts between Yan Bang and Hetun!

Judging from the current situation, he has made so much preparation in the early stage, and the conspiracy in the later stage will definitely continue!

What kind of evil is that dog holding back?

Feng Xinglang instinctively thought of Ye Shinian again. He seemed to be very close to Cong Gang!

But since he was beaten up by the people from Hetun in Qianshuiwan, he disappeared without a trace in Shencheng.

Was he silenced by the people from Hetun? Or is he hiding in some nook and cranny to cultivate his moral character?

I think the possibility of the former is much higher than the latter, and may have disappeared from this world forever!

Cong Gang's haunted house has been blown up into ruins by Xing Er's men;

It must have experienced a second blast, because Hetun would not give Cong Gang a chance to make a comeback.

As for the current situation, Cong Gang has not only made a comeback, but has also gotten worse.

When they were on the cruise ship, hadn't He Tun already made it clear to him what he needed to say? Is this Cong Gang an elm head? Or did he not take Hetun's explanation seriously at all?

Is he trying to kill Hetun? Or should we kill Yan Bang as well?

What's the motive?

For revenge?

What's the purpose?

Is it you who dominates Shanghai?

Even Cong Gang's sneaky behavior can't be a big deal!

He simply doesn’t have the courage and aura to dominate the mountain!

Besides, Feng Xinglang still understood Cong Gang. He doesn't care about money and power, and he doesn't want to amass wealth and power at all!

So what does he care about?

Endless revenge?

How shameless!

The sound of Nina's high heels disturbed Feng Xinglang's rest. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Nina, slightly sullen.

"Were you tired last night? And you went into battle injured?"

Nina put the folder in her hand on the huge desk and leaned over to rub Feng Xinglang's swelling temples.

"You are half a man, can you not wear such pointed heels?"

High heels can create a sexual feeling at the right time;

But at the wrong time, the result is irritability!

"People love beauty! It's not just you stinky men who like to look at it. We women have to suffer ourselves to cater to your eyes!"

This reason...

"Where's Basong? Still beating him outside?"

Feng Xinglang asked casually.

Ever since Feng Xinglang took Basong in, Basong has been doing his duty with all his heart.

He took very good care of Feng Xinglang, who had injured his legs and feet.

This should have been something worthy of praise, but Feng Xinglang seemed to sense something a little different...weird!

Basong is in his early twenties at most. Although he is older than Xing Shisi, his calm temperament is much more reserved and restrained than Xing Shishi. One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, but Basong can skillfully resolve the conflicts that may arise between him and Xing Shishi under the same roof.

And whenever he was at work, Bassong could stand motionless outside the door of the president's office, sometimes for several hours.

How calm does one have to be to be able to hold on to this responsibility?

"Standing outside! He looks like a wooden man!"

Nina glanced in the direction of the door, "Why, are you worried that I will eat your little meat?"

Before Feng Xinglang could answer, Nina raised her voice and asked, "Mr. Feng, where did you find such a well-behaved little fresh meat? Give me one sometime and let me take it back to play with!"

"There are a lot of them in the night village! Go find Mo San and take a few back to play casually!"

“I love the originals!”

Nina glanced at Basong who was standing at the door again.

Feng Xinglang glanced at Nina, "You can't play Basong, I still have to use it!"

"You use?"

This is very ambiguous!

"My 'use' and your 'use' are two different things!"

Feng Xinglang reached over and picked up the documents Nina brought in. Just after reading two lines, he turned his head and glanced at Nina.

"Don't you have that thing too? How to use it?"

Perhaps what Feng Xinglang wants to express is: It would be more appropriate for you to use a woman!

"Have you ever used a woman?"

Feng Xinglang asked a bit directly.

"I hate it! I like men!"

Nina deliberately pushed her breasts up and up, "If you want to use a woman, just touch her yourself!"

"..."

After finishing lunch, Feng Xinglang fell into a really deep sleep.

He rarely takes lunch breaks. Because his wife and children went to Bai Mansion as guests today, Feng Xinglang settled the lunch issue in the office.

To be precise, Feng Xinglang was awakened by the burning heat in his calf.

When he regained consciousness, he smelled a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

Very familiar smell!

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang moved his injured leg: he felt a stream of warmth flowing through the tendons and muscle tissue.

It eliminates the tingling sensation and makes it warm and comfortable!

Feng Xinglang raised his upper body and saw that his injured leg was wrapped with a blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment of Chinese herbal medicine.

Who put it on himself? And the bandaging is quite detailed. Very professional and superb medical skills.

And when did you apply it on yourself? He didn't know anything!

"Basong... Basong..."

Feng Xinglang shouted twice toward the door of the lounge.

After more than a minute, Basong stumbled in.

"Mr. Feng, what's going on?"

"Who's been in my lounge?"

Feng Xinglang asked sharply.

"Has anyone been in the break room?"

Basong looked confused, as if he hadn't completely recovered.

Seeing Basong's confused look, Feng Xinglang asked sternly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know... I seemed to have fallen asleep on the sofa outside just now! I didn't wake up until I heard you call me."

"What? You fell asleep on the couch?"

Feng Xinglang glared at Basong angrily.

"I don't know...there seems to be something wrong with today's lunch. People who eat it make people feel very sleepy!"

Basong slapped his cheek hard, trying to wake himself up quickly.

"I'm fine, get out!"

Feng Xinglang waved his hand at Basong anxiously.

"Mr. Feng, your legs..."

"go out!"

Under Feng Xinglang's stern scolding, Basong had no choice but to retreat first.

Looking at the Chinese medicine plaster on his injured leg and the familiar smell of Chinese medicine, Feng Xinglang could already make a guess.

Is your security system useless?

That bitch actually comes and leaves whenever he wants?

And you kindly helped him treat his leg?

Feng Xinglang is angry; he doesn't know where the anger comes from!

His wife, Lin Xueluo, going to Shipi County out of anger should not fall into the scope of that bitch's plan. Presumably, getting hurt herself was not what that bitch wanted.

what is this?

Are you trying to appease him, Feng Xinglang?

Or do you pity Feng Xinglang and sympathize with him?

I can't see that shit, but that shit is everywhere!

After cursing a few times, Feng Xinglang closed his eyes slightly: What he can feel is that the effects of this Chinese herbal medicine on activating blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and promoting muscle growth are really good!

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"Uncle is back...Uncle is back!"

Hearing the sound of the whistle outside the courtyard, Feng Tuantuan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately flew out to welcome him.

Little child Lin Nuo also wanted to run out to greet his biological father, but when he saw Feng Tuantuan flying out to greet him, the little thing stopped in dismay.

He wanted to say to Feng Tuantuan: He's not your biological father, why are you so excited?

"Nono, go out and help mommy check on your biological father. Your biological father's leg is still injured, so don't let sister Tuantuan touch it accidentally!"

Xueluo could see that her son also wanted to welcome him out, so she agreed.

"Okay!" The little guy immediately ran out happily.

"Uncle, you are back, everyone has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Feng Tuantuan, who had just rushed over and was about to climb onto Feng Xinglang's wheelchair, was stopped by the pungent smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

"Uncle, you smell so bad!"

Children have a natural strong rejection of the taste of drugs. Not to mention the spoiled Feng Tuantuan.

"My uncle is smelly, so you don't want your uncle anymore?"

Feng Xinglang's open arms failed to catch the little thing, and he sighed slightly feeling disappointed.

"Uncle smells like medicine! It smells worse than my papa used to smell!"

The little cutie held her nose and walked around Feng Xinglang's injured leg, walking to the back of the wheelchair.

"Tuan Tuan, why didn't you let your uncle hold you today?"

Feng Tuantuan entered the house together without relying on her husband's arms, which surprised Xueluo.

"Uncle smells so bad! It smells like medicine! It smells terrible!"

"Yeah?"

Xueluo stepped forward and squatted beside her husband's wheelchair to carefully examine his injured leg.

"Xinglang, why did you apply Chinese medicine?"

"Well, I changed to a Chinese medicine pharmacist! The effect is pretty good!"

Feng Xinglang leaned over and kissed the woman on the cheek.

"My wife is the best! Don't dislike me!"

When Feng Lixin came in, he saw two adults and two children enjoying dinner happily.

"Papa, are you back? Have you eaten? Tuantuan will get you a bowl!"

Feng Tuantuan put down the chicken wings he was chewing and climbed down from the child seat with great effort.

"Tuantuan, come to daddy!"

Feng Lixin called his daughter who was going to the kitchen to get the dishes for him.

"Brother, let's eat something together."

Xueluo stood up.

Feng Lixin did not respond, but picked up his daughter Feng Tuantuan.

"Xinglang, I want to take Tuan Tuan to see her mother!"

This was his biological daughter, but Feng Lixin still asked his brother for instructions.

"Don't worry! Let's have dinner first!"

Feng Xinglang said in a calm and clear voice, "Nono, go to the kitchen and bring uncle a pair of dishes and chopsticks!"

As she spoke, Aunt An had already brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks to the dining table.

"I have already eaten."

Feng Lixin said perfunctorily.

"But Tuan Tuan hasn't eaten yet! Don't you, the biological father, feel sorry for her if she's hungry?"

Feng Xinglang's voice was clear and cold, and there was no emotion or anger in it. I couldn't tell whether he agreed or not.