This burnt smell lingered on Feng Lixin's body for more than half a month.

At that time, Feng Xinglang stayed by Feng Lixin's side almost every step of the way, accompanying him through every ghost gate.

The hand that went to lift the blue cloth was very stable, but Feng Xinglang's heart at this moment was turbulent.

Even if it is a dog that is picked up, it will have feelings after getting along for a long time. What's more, Cong Gang is still a big living person!

Under the blue cloth, a charred body had a hideous face; It was no longer possible to judge his appearance from his scorched facial features.

"Boss, I will definitely help you get revenge!" Ye Shinian was already choked up.

Although Cong Gang is elusive on weekdays, and he looks indifferent and alienated from people, Ye Shinian has surrendered to Cong Gang's arrogant artistic conception like a master in the world, and has always looked up to him.

Feng Xinglang didn't say anything, but he just felt that his ribs were not just hurting, as if there was no place on his body that was not spreading an indescribable pain. It's as uncomfortable as ten thousand ants eating bones.

"At that time, you go out first, I want to be alone."

Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice, revealing endless sadness.

"Brother Lang, you mourn." Ye Shinian retreated in response, he was already choked up and speechless.

Staring at the coke body under the blue cloth, Feng Xinglang's eyes were red.

"Dog, I'm not dead, how can you die? Didn't Lao Tzu order you: Before I die, you can't die first? ”

Feng Xinglang hissed lowly, biting every word so heavily.

Feng Xinglang shook Cong Gang's deformed, twisted hand.

He is not taboo or afraid. He could accept some of these horrible corpses more than ordinary people.

thought that Cong Gang was just a guarded dog in his mind, but at this moment, Feng Xinglang realized that the relationship between master and servant was as light as water, and it was also precious!

"Cong Gang, you dog thing......"

Feng Xinglang scolded, trying to suppress the pain that spread in his heart. I took a deep breath to ease the discomfort.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang's gaze that fell on Jiao's arm narrowed.

Thinking about something, Feng Xinglang began to pinch the right arm of the coke body with his hand; He even pinched his finger in the middle of two bones.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang withdrew his hand and covered the blue cloth.

Outside the door of the morgue, Ye Shinian slammed his fist against the wall, sobbing and choking.

"Alright, stop howling! We need to turn our grief into strength! ”

Feng Xinglang walked to the edge of the pool and cleaned the dirt on his hands over and over again. I also used a sterilization disinfectant many times.

"Hetun, this hatred is not shared! Lao Tzu must have slaughtered you with his own hands and avenged my brother Cong! Ye Shinian gritted his teeth with an oath.

Feng Xinglang just glanced at Ye Shinian and said lightly:

"These days, you send someone to follow Bai Mo. Always be ready to kidnap him! ”

"Huh? What are we kidnapping Prince Mo for? Ye Shinian was really stunned.

"You have another choice, which is to kidnap Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang said lightly.

"Kidnapping Brother Bang?"

Ye Shinian's whole mouth was surprised to become an 'O' shape. Because kidnapping Yan Bang is purely looking for death, does he still have a small life?

Who is Yan Bang? But the executioner of Shencheng! Kidnapping him is not looking for death!

"Forget it, I'll keep an eye on Bai Mo!"

The persimmon picks the soft pinch, and the person who knows the times is Junjie.

"Brother Lang, what are we doing kidnapping Prince Mo? Are you worried about Old Man Bai's family property? Ye Shinian asked curiously.

"In Shencheng, there is nothing more sensational than the kidnapping of Bai Mo and Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang was thoughtful. If Bai Mo was kidnapped by Hetun, wouldn't it be logical for Lao Chu to ask the Yamen to use special forces.

"Brother Lang, there are many ways to make headlines, and we don't need to kidnap them!" Ye Shinian kindly reminded.

"If you ask again, you will cut out your tongue!"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, and then got into the Lamborghini and left without looking back.

Seeing the shadow of the Lamborghini car leaving in the dust, Ye Shinian seemed to be a little indignant for Cong Gang.

Because from Feng Xinglang's words and deeds, he didn't see him sad because of Cong Gang's death.

"Alas, the tea is cold when people die!"

Ye Shinian sighed.

The green frog-like color of the Lamborghini was too much, and he was in a hurry, so he casually chose this fast enough car from Bai Mo.

It seems that some of the psychologically suppressed emotions have been released, and Feng Xinglang changed from the GK Group to a Hummer with better off-road collision avoidance function. As soon as Feng Xinglang changed his car, he received a call from Aunt An from Feng's house.

"Second Young Master, the person who took Miss Lan from the Feng family is here again."

"Xing San? What did he do when he went to Feng Jia? Did he embarrass you? ”

"Nope! He said he had something to talk to you about and asked you to come back when you were free. He also said that it was about Mrs. Snowfall. ”

At the mention of the falling snow, Feng Xinglang's sword eyebrows instantly sank.

"Did he come alone?"

"Well, he's alone!"

"Good! I'll be right back and ask him to wait a moment! ”

"Okay. I'm going to make him tea first. ”

This can hide from the first year of junior high school, but not from the fifteenth.

Old Man Bai's body is getting worse day by day, and he forced his grandson Bai Mo to go back.

Bai Mo's parents died early, and Old Man Bai paid more attention to the reproduction of the Bai family's heirs.

From the women that Feng Xinglang helped select last night, Bai Mo ordered his troops to find a woman who matched his eyes, and hurriedly drove to the Bai Mansion.

On Qinan Road, less than five kilometers away from the Bai Mansion, the open-top Maserati of Bai Mo's bag was intercepted by a dazzling red Maserati.

Maserati, see, Maserati, fate!

And the phantom that came out of the red Maserati made Bai Mo's heart pound.

It turned out to be Lan Youyou!

Lan Youyou is very beautiful and clean today: the pure student girl's head is straight, elegant and moving. The light makeup sets off her beauty more naturally, as pure as a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. Very ordinary clothes can't hide her unearthly temperament.

The convertible stopped steadily at Lan Youyou's feet.

"Girl, did the car break down? This son is happy to help. ”

At this moment, Lan Youyou's slightly melancholy temperament fascinated Bai Mo unwanted.

"Who is she? The soil is like a sweet potato! It can't be Mo Ye's girlfriend, right? ”

Lan Youyou's momentum that was not like mockery, but even more mockery, made the woman in the convertible almost angry.

"Come, sweet potato, take this money and find a cool place to drink tea!"

Bai Mo shook off the woman's thick stack of red tickets and waved her away.

Lan Youyou's beauty plan has become a flattering if she doesn't do it.

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