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His gaze was locked onto the approaching black Lexus at the bottom of the hill, and he didn\'t know whether to laugh or cry.

That\'s right, since his own father did not have a motive for the crime, then he, Cong Gang, naturally became the most suspicious person.

At least, he had a greater motive than Hetun! And there was a similar precedent.

It seemed that this time, he was at his wit\'s end.

It was\'s fault for not saying what he should have said, but he had said what he shouldn\'t have.

Therefore, it was more convenient for Feng Xinglang to check all the points of doubt on the clump of trees.

Knowing that he was doomed this time around, Cong Gang couldn\'t help but furrow his brows. If it was really the doing of the people from Hetun, then what kind of play was the Hetun singing about? You want to use such a despicable method to frame me? But this method wasn\'t very good either?

Could it be that, the weaker the method, the more he could make that scoundrel Feng Xinglang believe it?

"Wei Kang, come closer to Old Four with me later."

Cong Gang said as he lowered his eyes, "I\'m not in a good mood today … I don\'t want to be beaten! "

"Eh? What happened to Feng Zhanzi? You can really tolerate him for messing with us everyday. "

Wei Kang knew that Feng Xinglang had saved Cong Gang\'s life. But wasn\'t it too late? How could a BOSS be manipulated by Feng Xinglang in such a way?!

Actually, it couldn\'t be called \'manipulating\', but it was more like a battle of wits and courage.

He didn\'t seem like an enemy, but he didn\'t seem like a friend either.

Are there any friends who cheat each other like this?

However, it didn\'t seem like they were being used for benefits …

"What else can we do? I have a very powerful father! "

Cong Gang let out a long, quiet, and cold snort.

"Then can we defend ourselves for a bit today?"

Wei Kang wanted to beat up Feng Xinglang\'s heart, it had not been a day or two. Not that he really wanted to beat Feng Xinglang to death, or beat him half to death, or if he was missing an arm or a leg, just to vent out his anger on his Boss.

Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Wei Kang, "Do you need to ask me? "Just don\'t get dirty and mess up my place."

"..." With Feng Xinglang\'s physique and skill, if he really fought with Yue Yang, it would be hard for him to not get dirty and mess things up.

The question then came up: What does Boss mean by this? Do you want me to beat you up or not?

Wei Kang really wanted to take a risk and beat Feng Xinglang up, in order to see what kind of reaction Cong Gang would have.

When Feng Xinglang came in, Cong Gang, Wei Kang and the others were sitting at the dining table and eating a simple breakfast.

They were all plain foods like soy milk and pastries. There wasn\'t any meat or fishy heavy foods in sight.

Cong Gang sat facing the east and west, Wei Kang and Old Four sat opposite each other. Coincidentally, there was a vacant seat, as if it was going to be given to Feng Xinglang to sit on.

"Morning!"

Feng Xinglang greeted them clearly and walked over with large strides, then directly sat on the chair that was reserved for him.

"Three men are sitting together eating breakfast... "It\'s quite picturesque."

Feng Xinglang who had not eaten breakfast picked up the soya-bean milk cup in front of him and drank a mouthful. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold.

"You knew I was coming, but you didn\'t give me anything to close the deal?"

The chair and tableware left for him made Feng Xinglang even more convinced that Cong Gang was the perpetrator.

"Someone was driving in the morning and the wind was howling as it blew past. I can\'t possibly be pretending to be blind, can I?"

Cong Gang could not help but answer. Although he had intended to be silent as gold.

Feng Xinglang lifted his eyes and shot a glance at Cong Gang with hostility, as the aura between his nose grew a little heavier.

"Cong University Boss, did you sleep well last night?"

"It\'s pretty good!"

Cong Gang replied indifferently, and retorted, "Your anger was already so bad early in the morning, I presume President Feng didn\'t sleep well last night?"

"Indeed, I didn\'t sleep well... "I\'m busy making a baby out of my wife!"

Feng Xinglang scoffed evilly, "You don\'t understand that kind of fun."

Cong Gang lowered his head, took a sip of soy milk, and avoided all of Feng Xinglang\'s nonsense.

"Is my niece easy to serve?"

Feng Xinglang took a bite of the green bean cake and asked meaningfully.

"Why are you asking me if your niece is good or not? It\'s not like I\'m in a nursery. "

Cong Gang replied calmly. When Feng Xinglang saw the way he spoke, he felt that he deserved a beating.

"You dog, you\'re still f * cking pretending!"

Feng Xinglang quickly got up, raised his right fist and ruthlessly smashed at Cong Gang\'s face …

The Old Four looked simple and honest, but his reaction speed was godly; before Feng Xinglang\'s fist could land on the Boss\' face, he had already forcefully grabbed Feng Xinglang\'s right arm.

Cong Gang sat in silence without moving an inch. That calm and fearless look of his became more and more like that of the Hetun.

"Cong Gang, what the f * * k do you want to do?"

Feng Xinglang, whose four limbs were shackled by the Old Four and Wei Kang, maliciously roared, "Last time you instigated Lan Youyou to touch my woman, I let you go, what tricks are you trying to pull this time?"

With Feng Xinglang\'s wisdom, it would not be difficult for him to deduce any of this.

Although it was dangerous, Feng Xinglang could not bear to see Cong Gang commit such a heinous act again.

"Feng Xinglang, are you desperately seeking medical treatment? Why should I touch your woman? "

Cong Gang argued, "If I really want to touch your woman, do you think I would need to be reduced to trying to seduce others?"

Cong Gang indeed lacked such a motive. Therefore, Feng Xinglang had only been guessing.

Sometimes, Feng Xinglang wasn\'t always able to correctly guess what Cong Gang was thinking.

The feeling he got was: It wasn\'t easy to control Cong Gang, the non-human. He was not like Yan Bang, he had his own thoughts. Concealed within was a danger that Feng Xinglang could not fathom.

"Stop messing around here! Your niece is not with me! "

It should be because he was angered, Cong Gang\'s aura was not as indifferent as it looked on the surface.

Feng Xinglang shook off Wei Kang\'s hand and still considered to be calm as he sat opposite of Cong Gang once more.

"Then tell me, where is my niece?"

"How would I know!"

Cong Gang coldly snorted, "Have you, Feng Xinglang, caused enough trouble?"

Seeing Cong Gang\'s actions and words, which were becoming increasingly impatient, Feng Xinglang seemed to think that he had gotten angry from embarrassment.

"You left Basong by my side … Isn\'t it all just to help me coordinate with others when I make my move? "

With Basong\'s acute senses and vigilance, someone trying to carry a child away from the Feng Family, it was impossible for him to not notice at all.

Feng Xinglang\'s words should be revealing his cards to Cong Gang.

Actually, he didn\'t need to lay his cards on the table. This was because everyone was well aware of this. Sometimes the meaning changed when you said it.

Cong Gang was silent for a few seconds.

"Basong said … He saw the man. But he didn\'t see it clearly. "He didn\'t chase after them either."

Since Feng Xinglang had already exposed himself, Cong Gang felt that there was no need for him to continue to defend himself.

If he wanted to play tricks with Feng Xinglang, it had to be real and fake. "Confess one part, hide the other part." "Why don\'t you chase after him?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"He wants to protect your family of three."

Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang and snorted, "Luring the tiger out of its lair, you\'ve played before, right?"

"How clean! Do you think I would believe you? "

Feng Xinglang continued to pressure Cong Gang using the unfair method. The more Cong Gang wanted to refute, the more he would say.

"Basong said: The person who took your niece away last night … His methods were extremely similar to those of Hetun s! "Then do you believe it?"

Feng Xinglang stayed silent for a while, then said with her thin lips curled up, "What, are you playing the opposite game with me?"

"You can imagine: I kidnapped your dear niece just to frame Hetun! The purpose is to let you father and son kill each other! And then? Then, I can unite Shen City? "

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang\'s response, Cong Gang coldly snorted, "Feng Xinglang, stop wasting your time here! We won\'t be able to waste your niece! "

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang silently. He did not say a word for a long while.

His phone suddenly rang, stopping Feng Xinglang from continuing his uncomfortable staring.

The phone call was from Basong.

"President Feng, Hetun brought some people over to take away the wife and little gongzi."

"Hold him first, I\'ll be back soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang cast a deep glance at Cong Gang once again, and reprimanded him in a secretive manner:

"Cong Gang, don\'t let me be too disappointed in you!"

Leaving those words that hurt his feelings, Feng Xinglang got up and left.

Cong Gang didn\'t know if Feng Xinglang believed his words or not. Or was it disbelief?

"This punk Feng is quite sensible today! "He probably knows that he\'s going to be beaten up, so he ran away himself."

After watching Feng Xinglang drive off, Wei Kang then returned to the wooden house.

And on Cong Gang\'s face, there was a sense of desolation.

… ….

At this moment, when he took out his phone to call Hetun, Xueluo did not care anymore.

Maybe it was because of the woman\'s sensitive period, but Xueluo, who was on leave, needed a safe harbor.

Seeing his husband rushing out in such a hurry to find the whereabouts of the ball, Xueluo instinctively wanted to find a safer place for his child and himself.

"Old Tweleve, right? Could I trouble you to come and receive Nuonuo and I? "

Xueluo\'s voice trembled slightly. Perhaps what she had experienced before had made her feel an extreme sense of fear and trepidation at this moment.

Xueluo didn\'t even know what exactly he was afraid of or what he was afraid of in the depths of his heart; but ever since Lan Youyou had returned to the Feng Family, his heart had been hanging by a thread.

She instinctively thought: Could it be that Lan Youyou is holding something back again?

"What\'s wrong? What happened? "

Xing Shi\'er heard the fear in Xueluo\'s voice.

"The ball is gone! I\'m worried about Nuonuo … "

"Don\'t be afraid, I\'ll be right there!"

Twenty minutes later, two anti-riot vehicle s rushed over to Feng Family. The Hetun came to receive them himself.

With such a large battle force, Mo Ranran was completely terrified.

"You all … What are you guys doing? "

Hetun only glanced at the new servant and stepped straight onto the marble floor of Feng Family\'s living room with his heavy leather boots.

"Fifteen, your foster father is here to pick you up. "Fifteen …"

After hearing Hetun\'s sonorous and forceful voice, Xueluo, who had been locking himself and his son in his room, finally seemed to heave a sigh of relief.

"Nuonuo, your foster father has come to fetch us."

Xueluo immediately carried his son who hadn\'t slept enough down the stairs.