Chapter 991 Can’t Get Love? Got It but Don’t Love It?

The word 'comfort' sounds really harsh.

Feng Xinglang's clear and handsome face was covered with a layer of sullenness.

He stared hard at Cong Gang's face that needed a beating, his eyes sharp and deep.

He seemed a little surprised: Cong Gang would actually use such a word to describe him, Feng Xinglang!

Feng Xinglang was angry.

But he is calm.

He knows what kind of people to talk to and what kind of conversation methods to use to get twice the result with half the effort.

"Cong Gang, have you ever had a close friend in your life?"

Feng Xinglang suppressed the sullenness he felt a second ago and asked calmly.

"Is your so-called close friend based on having undue thoughts about you, Feng Xinglang?"

Cong Gang didn't answer the question. His eyes were still full of sarcasm.

With a "click", a section of the Australian lobster in his hand was broken, and Feng Xinglang chewed it a bit hard when he put it into his mouth.

"Cong Gang, I saved your life, and then you ate my food and spent my money... Now you don't even mind your own business, and why are you crazy enough to create these disasters to harm me and my family... …What kind of mentality do you think you have when doing these harmful things?”

Feng Xinglang always felt that Cong Gang was still reasonable! It's just a little difficult to figure out Cong Gang's inner thoughts.

Cong Gang was silent. Occasionally I raised my head and glanced downstairs in the sun room.

There are curtains and other coverings, so you can't see what's going on in the sunroom on the third floor from downstairs; but you can clearly see what's going on in the entire front yard downstairs from the sunroom on the third floor.

"Tell me about your motive! Do you want Yan Bang to die? Or Hetun to die? Or do you want them to kill each other so that you can reap the benefits?"

Cong Gang still ignored Feng Xinglang's questioning. He seems to be waiting for someone!

"What, you want to wait for Wei Kang to save you?"

Feng Xinglang took a sip of red wine and said, "If my guess is correct: Wei Kang and the others must have been here last night, right? Why didn't you run away with him?"

Although Basong had already done a perfect job when he opened the sunroom and came in, Feng Xinglang still smelled the slightest clue.

It's just that he hasn't doubted or contacted Basong yet.

"These shackles...are they really what you wore when you were a child?"

Cong Gang asked something irrelevant.

It seemed like he didn't even hear what Feng Xinglang just said or asked!

Feng Xinglang was silent.

It was obvious that he was not very interested in this topic.

"It seems that the father who raised you loves his children but does not care about his children; the father who gave birth to you cares about his children but does not love them..."

Cong Gang glanced at the shackles on his feet, raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang, and felt something.

They were already a husband and a father, but Feng Xinglang's heart felt a little painful because of Cong Gang's words.

Speaking of adoptive father Feng Yishan, in the first few years, he did love him; even far more than his love for his eldest son Feng Lixin!

But later... probably after Feng Yishan knew that Feng Xinglang was not his biological son, the shackles came in handy!

From affectionate fatherly love to twisted to violent abuse, no one can stand it!

"Do you want to sympathize with me? Or do you want to laugh at me?"

Feng Xinglang asked. Asked calmly.

Many years later, looking back at Feng Yishan's rollercoaster of sudden emotions, Feng Xinglang was able to accept it.

"We both... have the same problem!"

Cong Gang gave a faint smile.

"I'm different from you! I've never felt sorry for myself! The person you should pity is yourself! You will always live in the shadow of others and have no self! What's the difference between you and a useless puppet?"

Perhaps because he couldn't completely control him, scolding Cong Gang seemed to make Feng Xinglang addicted.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and murmured slightly sadly:

"Feng Xinglang, I am the only person around you who will not pity you!"

Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's gaze and frowned slightly, "You're pretending to be sexy with me again! You and I no longer have a normal language to communicate our feelings?"

There was silence between each other for a while, and then Feng Xinglang asked in a deep voice: "You won't pity me...does the implication mean that you want to kill me?"

"Feng Xinglang, a smart person like you should know the dangers of 'carbuncle remnants', right?"

Cong Gang's words are profound.

"When it comes to 'carbuncle remnants'... you are the biggest 'toxic carbuncle' in my body! I should have dug you out earlier!"

Feng Xinglang ridiculed Cong Gang's words.

Cong Gang smiled. Smiling lightly.

He glanced downstairs again, and then the smile on his face grew stronger.

Just seeing a thick smile, there has been a fundamental change!

****

After several "clang" sounds, Butler Mo didn't even wait for the door to open. Under Yan Bang's continuous kicks, the door of the living room was forcefully kicked open by him.

"Mr. Yan, what are you..."

Butler Mo, who stepped forward to open the door, was almost hit by the door.

"Where is Cong Gang? Where is he? Where did Feng Xinglang hide him?"

Yan Bang roared angrily.

How did he know that the second young master had Cong Gang under house arrest?

Butler Mo knew that Yan Bang was not a good person and was worried that he would ruin the second young master's good deeds, so he instinctively wanted to stop Yan Bang who was in a state of rage.

"Mr. Yan, what happened? What makes you so angry?"

"Where is Feng Xinglang? Are you hiding in the corner with Cong Gang?"

Yan Banghuan looked at the Feng family's living room and then upstairs.

He remembered every word and word Cong Gang said on the phone.

‘Old man Mo, go downstairs and get me some light food! I am really not used to eating this lamb chop and Australian lobster! ’

Not only was Cong Gang at the Feng family, but he was also drinking and talking with Feng Xinglang!

Lamb chops? lobster? What a mood!

"Mr. Yan, please have a sip of tea. I'll call my second young master right now..."

"No need! I'll go upstairs and find him myself!"

Yan Bang pushed Butler Mo away and walked quickly upstairs angrily.

"Mr. Yan...Mr. Yan...please take a sip of tea first!"

Butler Mo shouted so loudly to Yan Bang, who had already gone upstairs, to give the second young master Feng Xinglang a warning.

"Yan Bang?"

Feng Xinglang in the sun room heard Butler Mo's reminder, and at the same time he also heard Yan Bang's heavy and restless footsteps.

Yan Bang rushed straight to the sun room on the third floor!

Downstairs in the Feng family villa, he had already seen the lights on in the sunroom on the third floor.

"Why is he here?"

Feng Xinglang murmured to himself and stood up.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Cong Gang whose limbs were chained, as if he was deciding whether to release Cong Gang first?

Although he didn't know the exact reason, he clearly realized that Yan Bang should be here for Cong Gang!

When Feng Xinglang subconsciously fumbled for the keys on his body, Yan Bang had already appeared in front of him.

"Bang? Why are you here? Didn't you stay in the detention center and set fire?"

Feng Xinglang made humorous remarks. A little cold.

"Lamb chops? Australian lobster? Red wine? So sentimental! Feng Xinglang, can I see who the person you are hosting is?"

Yan Bang's scarred face was covered with a sneer of a smile.

"You came just in time! Then the three of us can have a good chat in person!"

Since Yan Bang created this opportunity, then Feng Xinglang should make good use of this opportunity!

"Did I come at a bad time?"

Yan Bang smiled coldly, "I must have disturbed the two of you while we drank and chatted!"

Cong Gang in the sun room was sitting in a comfortable posture: he used the thin blanket on the sofa to cover up the cuffs on his hands and feet. Looks like you're enjoying it.

"Cong Gang, there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, but there is no door to hell and you come here instead? Are you trying to cheat your death with me? I will fulfill your wish today!"

Yan Bang pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his waist. A strong gust of wind passed by and struck Cong Gang on the sofa.

"Yan Bang, what are you doing? Can you finish your sentence first?"

Feng Xinglang instinctively stepped forward to stop Yan Bang; he was pushed by Yan Bang's inertia with his elbow, and because his injured leg was not ready yet, his center of gravity was unstable, and Feng Xinglang was knocked backwards...

Cong Gang still sat motionless.

He looked at Yan Bang like he was looking at a clown who was full of ugliness.

It seemed that what Yan Bang was holding was not a sharp dagger, but just a show prop.

"Clang"

The dagger in Yan Bang's hand did not hit Cong Gang, but hit a telescopic steel pipe.

"Basong? How dare you meddle in my business? Get out of here!"

"If Mr. Feng doesn't let you touch him, you can't touch him!"

Basong responded calmly, not deterred by Yan Bang's hostility.

This is a pretty good answer: firstly, it can anger Yan Bang; secondly, it can also clarify the relationship between him and Cong Gang!

How dare a little brat stop Yan Bang?

Yan Bang, filled with rage, raised the dagger in his hand and slashed at Basong on the verge of losing control.

Cong Gang just watched quietly. There was a faint sneer on the corner of his lips. He also glanced at Feng Xinglang from time to time.

Basong's movements were not only agile, but also quite flexible; he avoided Yan Bang's offensive with ease, causing the irritable Yan Bang to choose Cong Gang who was sitting quietly on the sofa watching the show.

Before Yan Bang's dagger was fully raised, Basong collided with him and pushed Yan Bang away from Cong Gang!

Yan Bang was unable to succeed for a moment, and his restless anger almost swallowed up Basong.

"Okay, stop fighting!"

Feng Xinglang sternly scolded, "Since you two are here, let's talk about it: What kind of hatred makes you so irreconcilable?"

Pulling a chair over, Feng Xinglang sat down calmly.

But Yan Bang didn't seem to want to say another word to Cong Gang; and Cong Gang didn't seem to have looked at Yan Bang since he came in.

"Why, you have nothing to say?"

Feng Xinglang sneered, "Or are they all mute?"

"Yan Bang, remember next time: when you want to kill me, never do it in front of Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang will not allow you to kill me! Can't you still see it? How stupid!”

Cong Gang spoke first.

Just as Cong Gang wished: his words completely angered Yan Bang...