Cong Gang took care of the pot of Junzi Orchid in his hand without squinting, and waited for his next step in a way that ignored Feng Xinglang.

He knew that Feng Xinglang had always been in his haunted house for nothing.

Feng Xinglang pinched off a phalaenopsis and sent it to his nose to sniff, but he couldn't smell any aroma.

It can be seen from Feng Xinglang's actions that he is not a person who will take the initiative to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Flowers are like women, between appreciating and picking, Feng Xinglang habitually chose the latter. The same is true for women.

Therefore, it will be very painful to fall in love with a woman who is Feng Xinglang. How is Lan Youyou, and so is Lin Xueluo.

"Hetun has returned to Shencheng."

Feng Xinglang had no intention of admiring the ornamental potted plants and flowers in this big room, and after flicking off the phalaenopsis between his fingers, he got back to business.

"Hmm."

Cong Gang glanced at the phalaenopsis that was bounced to the ground by Feng Xinglang, and just snorted lightly.

"There is another Xing Twelve by his side."

Feng Xinglang said again. The band is a long, abrupt end.

It seems that he can also relieve the sharp pain from his son Lin Nuo's injured little eyes.

"Hmm."

Cong Gang still snorted. Faint, as if perfunctory.

"He has my wife and children in his hands."

Feng Xinglang asked again.

"Hmm."

Cong Gang hummed again.

Feng Xinglang paused, squinting his eyes slightly and swept towards Cong Gang, who was still taking care of the pot of Junzi Orchid.

"Talk to Lao Tzu!" Feng Xing snorted angrily.

Cong Gang raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly, and replied leisurely: "Does this have anything to do with me?" ”

It doesn't really matter!

More than 10 years ago, he rescued the dying Cong Gang from Chinatown; And many years later, Cong Gang rescued Feng Xinglang, whose life was hanging by a thread, from Hetun, and the grievances and grievances between the two of them were settled!

So Cong Gang said that it had nothing to do with him, and this reason still makes sense.

But Feng Xinglang was quite unhappy! He felt that Cong Gang should not use such a tone to talk to his master!

Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, his saving Cong Gang is a great gift; And Cong Gang saved him, which was what one of his followers should do.

Feng Xinglang's demeanor will always be a little subjective domineering and arrogant.

"Why do I feel like I have itchy hands and want to punch someone?" Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.

Feng Xinglang is not omnipotent. He also needs help from others. If Hetun plays financial games with him, it is estimated that none of the ten Hetun will be his opponents; But Hetun just wants to play a savage and violent game with him.

Cong Gang's gentle eyes flashed over Feng Xinglang's handsome face, and he smiled:

"You can't beat me! Whether it's beating someone or being beaten is not necessarily! ”

Cong Gang's words sounded too hurtful to Feng Xinglang's self-esteem.

But when you savor it, you can read a little strange mood. It's like teasing an unruly urchin.

Feng Xinglang really couldn't beat Cong Gang.

Not to mention Feng Xinglang, even Yan Bang is not necessarily Cong Gang's opponent.

Yan Bang has more than brute strength, while Cong Gang is deadly.

Feng Xinglang is not interested in orchids. There are not many species of orchids that can be recognized. So, he picked up the pot of green orchids in his hand, and smashed it on the marble floor with a clatter.

Under Cong Gang's concentration, Feng Xinglang smashed more than ten pots of orchids in a row. Some are still precious and scarce varieties.

Anyone who has ever raised orchids knows that orchids are particularly squeamish and difficult to serve.

And Cong Gang must have put a lot of effort into serving these orchids to be lush. But now Feng Xinglang has no pity for him and is smashing his heart.

"Don't stop! Keep smashing! Anyway, these orchids were bought back with your Feng Xinglang's silver! ”

Cong just happened to be extremely temperamental. It seemed that Feng Xinglang's violent aura would not affect his mood at all.

Feng Xinglang paused to smash the potted plant, and stared back at Cong Gang's leisurely and clean face.

"I'll sleep with your sister! You take millions of dollars a month from Lao Tzu and buy these flowers and plants? ”

In fact, Cong Gang is not short of money. Why do you want to take money from Feng Xinglang? Perhaps only he knows it in his own heart.

"Someone spends your money and you deserve to feel happy! It's like your Feng Xinglang's wife and children, but now they are spending Hetun's money! No matter how much money you have, what's the use? ”

Cong Gang's words can really make Feng Xinglang angry to death for several reincarnations.

He's completely unopened which pot to mention! knew that this was a barb in Feng Xinglang's heart, but Cong Gang wanted to touch it.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his heart, "You spent Lao Tzu's money, you have to do things for Lao Tzu!" ”

"This is your gesture of asking for help?"

Cong Gang once again buried his head in his Junzi Orchid, taking care of the pot of Junzi Orchid like a beloved woman.

Feng Xinglang didn't say a word, and stepped forward to smash the pot of Junzi Orchid.

Cong Gang raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang; And Feng Xinglang was also looking at him angrily.

A few seconds later, Cong Gang asked quietly and lightly, "Your stinky temper is from Yan Bang's pet, right?" You'd better go find him! He will cater to your appetite! ”

"Did Yan Bang sleep with your sister in his last life? Or did you sleep with Yan Bang's sister in your last life? Do you two have to be so incompatible? ”

Feng Xinglang really couldn't understand why Yan Bang and Cong Gang had to be so dog-eat-dog!

Cong Gang didn't answer Feng Xinglang's words, but squatted over to pick up the pot of Junzi Orchid that Feng Xinglang had smashed.

Cong Gang's tepid attitude made Feng Xinglang unhappy. He stepped on the gentleman's orchid. Under the trampling of his well-made leather shoes, the Junzi orchid immediately disappeared.

Like a ruined woman!

Cong Gang was still not angry. He slowly stood up and glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly.

"Do you know why Hetun likes to let others do multiple-choice questions so much?"

Faintly, Cong Gang asked.

"I'm not interested in knowing!" Feng Xinglang sighed.

Cong Gang did not interrupt his words because of Feng Xinglang's anger and anger:

"Because Hetun himself is a difficult choice! So he especially wants to see other people's painful choices! ”

"What do you mean...... Will Hetun ask me to do multiple choice questions again? ”

Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows coldly.

Cong Gang shook his head with a sigh, "Doing multiple-choice questions is just his means; But it wasn't his purpose! ”

"And what is his purpose?" Feng Xinglang asked sharply.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang again, "You're so smart, you still need to ask me?" ”

The thin corners of Feng Xing Langfei's lips were coldly hooked because of suppressed anger.

He stared deeply at Cong Gang's indifferent face, and really wanted to punch him.

"Cong Gang, I'll talk to you, why is it getting more and more difficult?"

"Fireworks are only for a moment, but some people are willing to look up and wait for it for a lifetime!"