One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] www.52bqg.com [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
How do you want me to die? I admit it!
"Oh!" "Huh?"
The muscular man who was addressed as "Hard Tiger" by Yan Bang first responded with a dazed look, then became shocked and confused.
Take a knife to stab boss Yan Bang for Second Master Feng? Had he heard wrongly? Or had their boss gone astray again?
It was as if he was often careless when his eldest brother was with Master Feng and Second Master Feng! Being scolded, being beaten, and having one's arm cut off and bleeding, all of these were just commonplace!
"All of you, get out! I have something to say to your boss! "
After a round of violence, Feng Xinglang was also panting heavily. However, after venting his emotions, he seemed to have calmed down a lot.
The sparring partners were still stunned on the spot. They looked at each other in dismay. They felt that they could neither leave nor stay.
"Your second master has already spoken, hurry up and scram!"
Under Yan Bang's stern rebuke, the group of sparring partners scattered like birds and beasts.
In the entire gym, only Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang were left.
"What's wrong? Why is he so angry?"
As Yan Bang wiped the blood off his face, he gazed at the Feng Xinglang who was slowly regaining his senses.
The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips slightly moved a little. Suppressing the anger that came after, he threw the printed photos inside the inner pocket onto the upper half of Yan Bang's naked body.
Yan Bang picked up the photos one by one. When he saw the contents of the photo, his eyes were filled with a depth and complexity that he had never experienced before.
After a long while, he then raised his gaze from the photo, and stared deeply at the furious Feng Xinglang, his Adam's apple sliding.
"How do you want me to die … I admit it! "
"Fuck you!" If you want to die, you can die a little further. Why did you drag laozi down with you? "
Anger welled up once again, Feng Xinglang leapt forward and kicked, sending the defenseless Yan Bang straight down to the floor of the gym.
Yan Bang remained silent. He allowed Feng Xinglang to hit him.
After another round of fierce beating, the tired Feng Xinglang finally stopped, gasping for breath.
"These photos were taken by you on the internet?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
"Even if I, Yan Bang were to die, I will not let you down!"
Yan Bang looked straight into Feng Xinglang's eyes. There was an unspeakable desolation on his face that was stained with his own blood.
"Die!" You only know how to f * * king die! You've been tricked! Do you understand? As stupid as a pig! "
Actually, Feng Xinglang understood that the one who was truly tricked was him, Feng Xinglang.
Because Yan Bang would never be afraid of same-sex relationships. Not to mention being photographed, even if the media caught a live reality show, he would still remain indifferent.
Therefore, the one this person was scheming was not Yan Bang, but him, Feng Xinglang!
He, Feng Xinglang, was clearly more shameless than Yan Bang!
Before finding out who the real culprit was, Feng Xinglang had forgotten one thing: Someone was trying to kill him with a knife!
What was disgraced was his, Feng Xinglang's, skin, but the one who really wanted to borrow a knife to kill was Yan Bang!
Feng Xinglang entered Yan Bang's luxurious bedroom once again. Using a two hundred inch flat room as a bedroom was a bit extravagant.
Judging from the position of the photo, it should be the position of the side facing the windowsill. It should have been placed here in secret beforehand. From the clarity of the photo, it could be said to be a high-tech electronic device.
"Go and show me all the surveillance videos of those who entered your room that day."
Feng Xinglang turned and glared at Yan Bang, "Brainless! Don't f * cking cause a storm in the city! "You are so shameless, this daddy still wants to skin you!"
There were quite a few people who went in and out of Yan Bang's suite that day. There were Yan Bang's bodyguards, the chef, and the clean servants. He then heard his subordinate report back: The servant who entered Yan Bang's suite to clean up had already resigned from his job …
"Yan Bang, you dog bastard! Even a cleaning servant plotted against you, do you f * cking have any trusted aides? "
While Feng Xinglang was infuriated by the uncontestable curses, he was also carefully looking through the videos of the servant entering the suite.
"You're just a dog that was killed in your own house some day! 's executioner? I feel that your IQ is even lower than a watchdog's! "
His phone rang. It was from Secretary Nina.
"President Feng, that 'butterfly that can't fly in the ocean' has been sealed! The pictures and text on the network have been banned. Right now, the taboo thing was to duplicate them. However, it would not be widely spread! I'll have people keep an eye on you. "
Nina has always been swift and decisive in her actions. Feng Xinglang was very much at ease with her work.
"Have you found the butterfly?"
"Not yet! This person had a very strong anti-reconnaissance consciousness! He had come prepared! President Feng, I feel that this person, you and Mr. Yan should know each other! "
After hanging up the phone with Nina, Feng Xinglang fell into deep thoughts.
"Lang... Eat something first. "
It was already dinner time, so the chef who didn't know what was going on brought Yan Bang his dinner on time.
Feng Xinglang turned around and glared at Yan Bang fiercely, and said in a stern voice, "You dog, you … That's an illness, you have to treat it! Do you understand? "
Yan Bang knew of the illness that Feng Xinglang was talking about.
He smiled bitterly, "... I'm so sorry! I have implicated you... "
Feng Xinglang rarely heard such emotional words from Yan Bang.
"Go to the side of death! I get angry whenever I see you! "
Feng Xinglang directly threw a hard disk in his hand towards Yan Bang.
Her phone rang again, the call was from little friend Linnuo.
"Feng Xinglang, what time is it now? Why are you still out there? Don't you all want your wives and children? "
The little guy bellowed angrily, and scolded his father, Feng Xinglang.
"How can I bear to part from my wife and children …" I was busy making money for your milk powder! "
Feng Xinglang replied with a loving voice. He was already arrogant enough to climb onto his head.
"I believe you!"
The little guy shyly urged, "Hurry up and come back! Mommy made glutinous rice steamed meat. It smells so good!"
"OK!" Father will be right back! If your son is hungry, he can eat first. Just remember to leave some for dad! "
Just as he was about to hang up, the little guy added in a stern voice, "Feng Xinglang, don't mess with my Little Qiao! Otherwise, I will tell Mommy! "
"... Kid, how big are you to give back your little Joe? Have you grown a beard on your little elephant's nose? "
Feng Xinglang relaxed his mind for a moment.
"None of your business! Hurry up and go home! Otherwise, you'll be shut out! "
But when Feng Xinglang turned his head to look at Yan Bang, his handsome face immediately sank.
"Idiot Yan, now that you're tailing a middle-aged cleaning woman, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
Feng Xinglang said coldly, "Remember to live!"
Looking at the still silent Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang, who was about to leave his house, suddenly hissed in a low voice, "This won't happen again!"