Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

The long time sitting on a wheelchair made Feng Xinglang\'s footsteps look a little unstable.

With the support equipment supporting him on foot dragging his skin, it was inevitable that he would suffer unaccustomed pain.

Basong immediately went forward to support Feng Xinglang\'s body, "President Feng, let me push you upstairs."

"No need! Stand far away, I can walk by myself! "

Without the loving eyes of a wife and children, Feng Xinglang had relaxed quite a bit.

Cong Gang was right: if he continued to stay on the wheelchair, he would become more and more of a trash!

Actually, Feng Xinglang had been leaning on the wheelchair the entire time, because of some psychological factors.

He wanted to avoid it. He was both physically and mentally exhausted.

He even thought of taking his wife and children away from Shen City to live a life that no one would disturb.

What big brother, what sister-in-law, what biological father, what sibling brothers …

Let the rest kill each other!

However, Feng Xinglang seemed to have realized something: If they did not deal with this problem, would the city where their family settled in become the next Shen City?

It was hard to say!

Feng Xinglang was Basong\'s financial backer. Basong had no choice but to obey his orders; however, he had no choice as to his safety. Then, he could only follow behind Feng Xinglang.

The living room was still quite flat. However, with every step up, it would involve more flesh. It would tear open small wounds and spill out bright red blood.

Feng Xinglang was still able to endure a little injury like that. Thus, he left rather casually.

By the time they reached the corner of the second floor, the floor was covered in a trickle of blood.

Not much, on the dark floor, inconspicuous.

It\'s just that Basong\'s sensitivity is a little stronger than ordinary people.

As a result, he could smell a different smell of blood from the alcohol reeking Feng Xinglang\'s body, which was filled with the smell of herbal medicine.

"Basong, you f * cking followed me again … "Get lost tomorrow!"

Feng Xinglang staggered and almost fell, but Basong who was anxious, stepped forward to support him, was discovered by him.

As long as Feng Xinglang was still his master today, Basong had to ensure the safety of his master.

This was also the boss\' order, so Basong couldn\'t disobey.

But unexpectedly, Basong retracted his hand.

Because he saw a figure at the stairs on the third floor …

A ghost-like figure!

"Then President Feng please rest well, I will wait for your orders downstairs. Call me if you need anything! "

Basong glanced at the stairs on the third floor, and then avoided it. It made people feel that he was only allowed down the stairs because of Feng Xinglang\'s harsh words.

"Hiss …" "Ugh!"

After Basong left, Feng Xinglang gasped from the pain and sat on the stairs.

"What the hell is that? It\'s really f * cking painful! "

After Feng Xinglang cursed out loud, he stood up quickly and dragged his injured leg, causing him to walk towards the study room on the third floor while feeling pain.

To be more accurate, it wasn\'t called \'leaving\', it was called dragging and dragging with each step!

Actually, this kind of pain was nothing to Feng Xinglang. He estimated that he would probably be unable to take the pain anymore from his current appearance.

Feng Xinglang wanted to step onto the last two steps in one go …

If he took a step too far, it would be easy to get him to … Skin and flesh!

"... "Ugh!"

Feng Xinglang let out a painful groan as he fell down the stairs, unable to get up even after a long time.

"He\'s really crippled?"

It was ethereal, like a voice from hell.

Feng Xinglang didn\'t even need to turn his head to know who the hoodlum who uttered this eerie and strange sound was!

He maintained his prone position and ignored the taunts.

A wave of intoxicating smell of alcohol assaulted his nose, and the person who arrived slightly frowned.

"What? Are you trying to use the floor as a bed?"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been lying still for a long time, Cong Gang walked forward and pushed him.

"Scram!" Don\'t fucking touch me! Your father\'s legs are hurting! "

Feng Xinglang scolded as he shifted to a more comfortable position and continued lying down.

Lying on the ground had one advantage: it could cover up the minute movements beneath the body.

"You can\'t even stand this little bit of pain? "How could you have endured your father breaking your ribs and leaving you in such a state?"

Cong Gang crouched down and approached her, although her words were taunting, her actions were extremely caring.

He reached out a hand, wrapped it around Feng Xinglang\'s waist, and tried to pull him up from the ground.

"Click!"

Just as he felt Cong Gang\'s arm around his waist tighten, Feng Xinglang swiftly caught something on Cong Gang\'s arm like a whirlwind.

Cong Gang\'s arm was still holding onto Feng Xinglang\'s body steadily, and only after he sat up straight, did he glance at the shining metal handcuffs on his wrist.

One was on his wrist; the other was on Feng Xinglang\'s wrist!

"Bastard, your father has finally caught you!"

Feng Xinglang smiled playfully with her thin lips.

"You want to play dirty tricks on me?"

Cong Gang\'s voice was light and clear, and did not change because of the handcuffs on her wrists.

"Do you know what a dog is?"

Feng Xinglang asked slowly. It seemed like this topic was getting out of hand.

"Don\'t tell me he likes to play dirty tricks!"

Cong Gang took this opportunity to viciously hurt Feng Xinglang once.

"..."

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold glare, and took out a cigarette from the pack of cigarettes, casually lighting it.

He took in a deep breath, but continued spitting out eye circles.

"The characteristic of a dog is that it is quite loyal to its owner! No matter how stubborn and stubborn it is, it will still care about its own master! "

He spat out a mouthful of smoke onto Cong Gang\'s face, "Just like you! "On the surface, it seems like he\'s untamed, but deep down in his bones, he\'s still a lowly person!"

Cong Gang turned his face to the side, dodging the smoke that Feng Xinglang was exhaling.

He never smoked, and he didn\'t like the smell.

But they could not do anything about the vile and low quality of Feng Xinglang!

"You think a pair of handcuffs can hold me?" Cong Gang asked indifferently.

"I got Captain Jian to customize this for you!"

Feng Xinglang tugged on his handcuffs, "The only way you can escape is to cut off my hands!"

"Then let me try?"

"Try what? Escape? "

"... "Even so, I\'ll have to cut off your hand first!"

"Ha!" Cut off my hand? "

Feng Xinglang laughed coldly, "You don\'t have that kind of gall! Cong Gang, because you have always kept it in your bones, do you understand? "

Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang\'s arm that was being cuffed, and then looked at his.

"What you just said was not accurate enough: even if you cut off my hand, you could still escape! Isn\'t it? "

"..."

Feng Xinglang slightly narrowed his eyes, "Are you trying to break a \'warrior\'s wrist\'? Then hurry up and do it! I\'ve never seen a dog that can injure itself! "

"..." Cong Gang\'s mouth twitched, "I\'ll still think about it!"

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang raised his voice and shouted downstairs, "Old Mo, bring that guy up!"

That guy? What guy? Heavy firearms?

Just as Cong Gang was startled, Butler Mo dragged a metal chain-like guy upstairs.

"This thing has been locked away for years when I was young! After almost 30 years of manual forging, I had Old Mo improve it a bit the day before yesterday. Your treatment is much better than my family\'s 16! I can\'t even bear to give it a use! "

"..."

For a moment, Cong Gang really didn\'t know what to say.

Upstairs with Butler Mo was also Basong.

Regarding tonight\'s\' hunting \'plan, Basong did not know about it.

Because Feng Xinglang had considered that Basong was a simple child and was worried that his acting wouldn\'t pass, she didn\'t allow him to participate.

Basong looked at Cong Gang with an anxious expression, both of his hands were clenched into fists.

"Old Mo, get Basong to come up and lock him!"

Butler Mo was already in his early sixties, and considering that he could not withstand any of Cong Gang\'s attacks, Feng Xinglang decided to let Basong take his place.

Without waiting for the Butler Mo\'s reply, Basong snatched away the thing that seemed to be handcuffs.

Basong had only gone up two steps when the scene on the stairs on the third floor suddenly changed.

With a flip of his hand, Cong Gang wrapped his arm along with the handcuffs around Feng Xinglang\'s neck, causing the two of them to become twisted.

"Stop!" If you dare take another step forward, I\'ll kill you! "

Cong Gang threatened Basong.

Basong\'s footsteps suddenly stopped in place. He did not understand what the BOSS was singing.

Logically speaking, if the Master and disciple duo teamed up, it would be a piece of cake for them to deal with a broken leg and a weak old man.

"Basong, don\'t worry about me … Come up and lock him up! He won\'t dare to kill me! "

Feng Xinglang still had some explosive power; it was just that under Cong Gang\'s power of binding others, he was not able to do anything.

Basong stood in place, as if he was trying to guess what the Boss wanted him to do!

"Basong, you idiot, hurry up and go up!" Feng Xinglang anxiously shouted.

"Feng Xinglang is your financial backer! If he dies, who will pay you? "

Cong Gang\'s casual voice sounded as if she was taking care of a household.

Seeing that Basong was just standing there in a daze, Feng Xinglang immediately changed his strategy.

"Old Mo, get the tranquilizer spear!"

"Alright!"

Butler Mo retreated.

"..."

Basong was truly confused this time: It seems that in order to capture Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang and his servant did not lack in accuracy!

When Butler Mo returned, he found a long barrel shaped tranquilizer gun in his hand, with three tranquilizers inside.

"Old man, you have to aim a little! Don\'t accidentally kill your Second Young Master! "

Cong Gang joked. He did not place Feng Xinglang and his master in his eyes at all.

Maybe Feng Xinglang\'s constant resistance and wriggling had greatly weakened Cong Gang\'s vigilance.

or perhaps it was because of the many years of tacit understanding between Feng Xinglang and the Butler Mo, that Feng Xinglang had already reached the stage of perfection.

Such a tacit understanding had been developed while coaxing Feng Lixin to be a healer.

In practically an instant, Feng Xinglang had amassed all the power in his upper body, and with a brute force, he turned around …

And Cong Gang who was behind him, with his neck being restrained, because he wanted to avoid the handcuffs from injuring Feng Xinglang\'s neck, he was pushed away by Feng Xinglang by half his body out of the way.

At the same time, without hesitating, Butler Mo shot the anesthetic needle at Cong Gang\'s exposed upper body! And they even sent out two consecutively!

Cong Gang avoided the first needle; but he did not escape the second!