When Feng Xinglang walked in, Xiao Qiao smiled at him charmingly.

"Mr. Feng, you are so handsome!"

Xiao Qiao is very young, twenty-four or five years old, and he is in the prime of life. The simple ponytail shows youthful vitality and has a sense of vigor that makes people look bright.

But as a special assistant, it's still a little tender.

That's what my wife said. She adores me! ”

Feng Xinglang's 'wife' was a pun, because she was the secretary appointed by his son, so he refused so politely.

"You...... Do you have a wife? ”

Xiao Qiao seemed to be quite surprised when he heard Feng Xinglang's 'wife'.

"Surprised?"

Feng Xinglang smiled handsomely and added: "I not only have a wife, but also a five-year-old son!" It's cute and tough! ”

"Oh......" Xiao Qiao seemed to sigh a little lost, biting the corner of his lip, beautiful and moving.

"So, do what you have to do! Don't covet what you don't deserve! ”

That's straightforward enough. Feng Xinglang didn't have much patience to ponder the skills of speaking with a small secretary.

When Feng Xinglang turned to leave, Xiao Qiao's next words really made him 'amazing'.

"Mr. Feng, you don't look like you're wearing clothes...... More handsome! ”

This girl...... How daring! How dare you make a joke about him in person?

Feng Xinglang turned around again, squinting slightly at Xiao Qiao, the secretary who was dyed red.

"You're right...... Like you've seen me when I'm undressed? ”

Feng Xinglang's extremely lethal evil gaze is impossible for ordinary women to resist; However, this little Joe seems to be quite a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. She actually met Feng Xinglang's gaze.

"Of course I did! You have a scar on your right rib! It's very cool! ”

Xiao Qiao actually answered Feng Xinglang's ruffian question in an affirmative tone. Moreover, a detail is described......

On the right rib of Feng Xinglang, there is indeed a scar that has not completely healed. There were broken ribs and punctured lungs.

The smile on Feng Xing Langjun's face condensed little by little, "I don't remember that I was lucky to have pampered you...... Where did the gossip come from? "This little Joe has only been in the company for three days, and he has not had the opportunity to enter and exit his lounge, how can he know the details of his body!

Gossip heard? Or is it peeked at in an unscrupulous way?

"I've never been sure if the person in the photo is you. But now it seems, it must be! ”

Xiao Qiao is a smart girl, she can tell from Feng Xinglang's facial expressions: The man in the photo is indeed his own boss.

"Photos? What photos? Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"Mr. Feng, see for yourself!"

Xiao Qiao directly turned the monitor over, "Mr. Feng, since you have a wife and children, you shouldn't want to come out!" Then these photos, someone must be trying to frame you! ”

When Feng Xinglang saw those photos on Xiao Qiao's monitor, a layer of frost slowly condensed on his handsome face.

Yan Bang, that bastard, even has that hobby?

Even if he is perverted by himself, he even learned from other Guanxi's classmates, took a photo and posted it on the Internet?

Is this the rhythm of his death?

"These photos ...... Where did you get it? ”

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his body, and quietly asked Xiao Qiao, the secretary who had been watching him.

"Oh, it's from a guy called 'The Butterfly That Can't Fly Over the Sea'. However, the original picture and text have been deleted, presumably for fear of being tracked down. Now what is spread on the Internet is a copy! ”

Judging from the direction from which those pictures were taken, it should have been taken indoors. The shooting point is fixed. This camera, or miniature camera, should be built into Yan Bang's room.

The Imperial Dragon City of Yan Bang was heavily guarded, and ordinary people could not enter it at all.

It seems that Yan Bang's hobby of dog things is really disgusting!

"Give me a copy of those photos." Feng Xinglang said lightly.

"Oh, good!" Xiao Qiao immediately typed a set of fairly clear photos for Feng Xinglang.

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng, only I have seen these photos for the time being. It took less than an hour from the release of the 'butterfly that can't fly in the sea' to the deletion...... It's not too late to take control. ”

Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were a little deep, "Call Na and show her these photos, she knows what to do!" Holding those printed pictures, Feng Xinglang walked out of the secretary's office with a cold and handsome face.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang has the heart to kill!

There are some things that can be turned a blind eye. But once it is torn apart and exposed to the spotlight, it means different

Feng Xinglang always thought that Yan Bang knew this limit. has always thought that Yan Bang would not dare to cross his bottom line!

When Yan Bang risked his life to save him from the fire, Feng Xinglang seemed to have realized something unusual.

Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, for Yan Bang, the number one person, it can only be sparse and not blocked!

But now it seems that whether it is sparse or blocked, it will not help.

Maybe the only way now is to kill them quickly!

The Bentley of Feng Xinglang rampage into Dragon City.

Yan Bang is in the gym, under the guidance of a doctor, doing functional rehabilitation training for his left arm.

His broken arm was blown up by Xing Lao Wu in order to help Feng Xinglang deal with Hetun. If he hadn't been fatal, he would have almost lost his entire life on that freighter.

Yan Bang has never regretted fighting for Feng Xinglang. It is really rare for a person like him who doesn't know when he will die violently on the street to have a little spiritual pursuit.

"Lang?"

The moment he saw Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang's eyes were shining.

But Feng Xinglang didn't say a word, and rushed up and gave Yan Bang a fierce hook, hitting Yan Bang's resolute face to the side.

"Feng Xinglang, your way of greeting is quite special...... But I like it! ”

Yan Bang wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth while chatting with Feng Xing Langkan with a smile.

"Dog offal, you go to die!"

Feng Xinglang in the violence beat Yan Bang one after another. It wasn't until Yan Bang's subordinates realized that Feng Xinglang was really fighting that they came forward to surround Feng Xinglang who was in violence.

And at this moment, Yan Bang was already covered with blood.

"Jianhu, go get a knife for your second master! He was tired of punching, so he changed his knife and let him continue to stab! ”

Even Yan Bang, who was bleeding profusely, still looked distressing when he faced his violent Feng Xinglang.