Chapter 991                                                             

The word "comfort" sounds really harsh.

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

He stared at Cong Gang's face that deserved to be beaten, 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 was calm again.

He knew what kind of people he should use and what kind of conversation he would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Cong Gang, have you ever had friends in your life who can make friends with you?"

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger that had been in the previous second and asked coldly.

"Does your so-called friendship make friends be based on having unreasonable thoughts about you Feng Xinglang?"

Cong Gang did not answer the question, and his eyes were still full of sarcasm.

With a "click", the Australian lobster in his hand was broken, and Feng Xinglang's chewing force was a bit fierce.

"Cong Gang, I saved your life, and then you eat mine and spend mine... Now I don't even care about other people's business, but my mother is also confused and creates these disasters to harm me and my family... What kind of mentality do you think you are doing these things that are harmful to the world?"

Feng Xinglang always felt that Cong Gang could still be reasonable! It was just a bit difficult to understand what Cong Gang thought.

Cong Gang was silent. Occasionally, he raised his head and glanced downstairs in the sunroom.

With curtains, the movements in the third floor sunroom cannot be seen from the downstairs; but you can clearly see the dynamics of the entire front yard downstairs from the third floor sunroom.

"Tell me about your motives! Want Yan Bang to die? Or Hetun die? Or let them kill each other so that you can reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

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

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

Feng Xinglang Qian took a sip of red wine, "If I guess right: I guess Wei Kang and the others have arrived last night, right? Why didn't they escape with him?"

Although Basong had already done everything perfectly when he opened the sunroom, Feng Xinglang still smelled a little clue.

But he has not yet doubted or contacted Basong.

"These handcuffs... were you really wearing them when you were a kid?"

But Cong Gang asked a irrelevant sentence.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang had just said something and asked something, but he didn't hear anything!

Feng Xinglang is silent.

It can be seen that he is not very interested in this topic.

"It seems that this father who raises you loves but cannot have parent-children; the father who gives birth to you has parent-children but does not love you..."

Cong Gang glanced at the handcuffs on his feet, raised his eyes to Feng Xinglang, feeling moved.

They are already husbands and fathers, but Feng Xinglang's heart aches from Cong Gang's words.

If you want to talk about your adoptive father Feng Yishan, he did love him in the first few years; even farther than his love for his eldest son Feng Lixin!

But later... it should have been after Feng Yishan learned that Feng Xinglang was not his biological son that the handcuffs came in handy!

From the deep fatherly love of a child to the twisted and 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. The question was calm.

Many years later, Feng Xinglang was able to accept the sudden change of the roller coaster like Feng Yishan.

"We both...we are both sick and pity!"

Cong Gang pulled a faint smile.

"I am different from you! I have never felt pitiful before! The person you should be pitiful is yourself! Always live in the shadow of others, without self! What's the difference between it and a waste puppet?"

Perhaps because he was unable to fully control him, the insult to Cong Gang seemed to make Feng Xinglang addicted.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and murmured with a slight sadness:

"Feng Xinglang, I am the only person by your side who will not be pitiful!"

Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's gaze and frowned slightly, "Pretending to me again! Do you have no normal language to communicate with me in love?"

After each other was silent for a while, Feng Xinglang asked sternly again: "You won't pity me... Is it that you want to kill me?"

"Feng Xinglang, a smart person like you should know the harm of 'cultivating carbuncles and relic', right?"

Cong Gang's words are meaningful.

"If you want to say 'to nurture carbuncles and relic'... You are the biggest 'toxic carbuncle' in my body! I should have dug you out soon!"

Feng Xinglang ridiculed Cong Gang's words.

Cong Gang smiled, but he smiled lightly.

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

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

*******

He didn't even wait for Butler Mo to open the door. After Yan Bang's continuous kicks, the door of the living room was kicked open by him.

"Mr. Yan, you are..."

Butler Mo, who came 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 in anger.

How could he know that the second young master was under house arrest?

Butler Mo knew that Yan Bang was not good and worried that he would ruin the second young master's good things, so he instinctively wanted to stop Yan Bang who was furious.

"Mr. Yan, what happened? Is it so angry?"

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

Yan Banghuan looked at the living room of the Feng family and looked upstairs again.

He remembered every word Cong Gang said on the phone.

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

Cong Gang was not only in the Feng family, but also drinking and talking to Feng Xinglang!

Lamb chops? Lobster? Very romantic!

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

"No need! I'll go upstairs to find him in person!"

Yan Bang pushed Butler Mo away and walked upstairs angrily.

"Mr. Yan...Mr. Yan...you have a little tea first!"

Butler Mo shouted so loudly at Yan Bang, who had already gone upstairs, in fact, to remind the second young master Feng Xinglang.

"Yan Bang?"

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

Yan Bang rushed straight towards the sunroom on the third floor!

Downstairs of Fengjia Villa, he had already seen the lights on in the sunroom on the third floor.

"Why is he here?"

Feng Xinglang murmured and stood up.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Cong Gang, who was locked with limbs, as if he was judging whether to release Cong Gang first?

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

When Feng Xinglang subconsciously groped in 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 to set fire?"

Feng Xinglang brought humorous jokes, a little cold.

"Lamb chops? Australian lobster? Red wine? So romantic! Feng Xinglang, can I see who the person you are in for is sacred?"

Yan Bang's face covered with scars was filled with skin and flesh, and a sneer of a sneer that was neither smiling nor smiling.

"You're here! Then the three of us will have a good chat in person!"

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

"I came at a bad time, right?"
To be continued...