Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

When Feng Xinglang walked out of the Feng Family, Ye Xiaonian happened to be rushing over with his men.

"Take good care of them!"

Feng Xinglang said with a light and clear tone. It seemed very calm.

[If you are really dead, I will take good care of your brother!] I have the soup, so I won\'t let your brother drink it! If you can serve him so much, I can do it too!]

This sweet and silly girl, she could be as tough as a rock when she was weak!

For some reason, Feng Xinglang felt that when he walked out of the Feng Family tonight, his heart was extremely calm.

It was so calm that this was not a journey to death, but a very ordinary short journey.

There was his wife waiting for him at home, and his big brother, who was also holding him back.

Thus, Feng Xinglang smiled again. A smile emerged from the bottom of his heart and slowly spread across his handsome face.

When the pitch black Ferrari rushed out of the Feng Family\'s courtyard, Cong Gang called.

"Cong Gang, if I still can\'t make it out of Yulong City in an hour, bring Lan Youyou to the banquet! You decide how to do it yourself! "

After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang slowly said, "Don\'t kidnap that woman in front of my brother!"

"Yes."

Cong Gang only grunted in agreement, then hung up the phone.

"..." Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment: Why does this brat look even more like a master than me?

To be honest, Feng Xinglang did not really like Cong Gang\'s cold personality. He always acted like he was a master and his servant that were as calm as water.

Compared to others, Feng Xinglang preferred Ye Chong to be a little younger, as the slick tone made his position as the master of the family stand out.

However, whenever there was a thorny problem or something of the utmost importance, Feng Xinglang would always think of Cong Gang first.

But being cold and proud was being cold and proud. His loyalty to this master of his was absolute!

Feng Xinglang\'s hand that was holding the steering wheel felt a bit of force, and white color appeared between his sharp fingers.

Strangely, in this moment of life and death, the thing tied to Feng Xinglang\'s mind was not his big brother Feng Lixin, but that woman called Lin Xueluo.

It was as if he thought of the woman\'s weak yet determined words, \'I have soup, so I won\'t let your brother drink! If you can serve him, I can do it too! \'

Perhaps, he might be strong, but it wasn\'t necessarily his robust physique. Rather, it was a heart that was unrelenting in every way!

It was unknown if it was because of the woman\'s foolish kindness that moved Feng Xinglang, but Feng Xinglang had a light smile all the way.

The pitch-black Ferrari lifted gusts of wind and swept up the autumn leaves, dancing lightly in the air.

Stable in the Yulong City\'s parking lot, Feng Xinglang adjusted his breathing and then came out.

In a split-second, a black shadow attacked him.

Feng Xinglang frowned.

had always been the only one to do such underhanded actions; he never expected that Yan Bang would also do so recently.

The one attacking Feng Xinglang was indeed Yan Bang.

However, he did not throw him over his shoulder while being full like Bai Mo, but instead grabbed onto Feng Xinglang who had just climbed out of the car.

"Lang, promise me, don\'t be rash! "Calm down!"

It was just that Yan Bang was still worried after hearing the warning on the phone, so he left his seat and waited in the parking lot.

"Yan Bang, when did you become such a sissy? Your title of the Shen City\'s executioner is really just for nothing! "

Feng Xinglang couldn\'t stand Yan Bang who was even more bitter than his big brother, Feng Lixin.

It was unknown when this fellow had become so fussy.

"Lang, we don\'t know the background of this poisonous fish. Only by knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can you be invincible. We\'ll think it over. "

Yan Bang held Feng Xinglang\'s shoulders, while walking towards his Yulong City, he continued to persuade him.

It was a long plan again! His brother Feng Lixin had said it like that, and now Yan Bang had also said it like that!

"Aren\'t you, Yan Bang, Shen City\'s local snake? Why are you afraid of a poisonous fish?" Feng Xinglang scoffed.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake! Not to mention that Xing Mu was just a fish!

It was just poison!

Even though he said that, the intense battle between the two tigers was not what Yan Bang wanted to see.

To save Feng Xinglang from the sea of flames, Yan Bang had almost lost his life!

"If you know, I won\'t help you ask for that poisonous fish!"

Seeing Feng Xinglang\'s look of contempt, Yan Bang could only grumble bitterly.

Yulong City, local snake Yan Bang\'s territory. Yan Bang was also a ruthless character.

Almost all the poker faces inside were Yan Bang\'s.

Only outside the door of the meeting room stood two people who looked at each other. It was not because Yan Bang\'s subordinates were all wearing black, the two of them dressed very casually.

These two were both adopted by the Hetun. One was the third, the other was the eighth.

When Feng Xinglang passed by, Ol \'Three was actually able to smile and nod towards him. However, that Ol\' Eight did not even bat an eyelid.

It looked like he was the same model as Cong Gang!

The person who harmed big brother Feng Lixin was inside this door. Feng Xinglang\'s emotions did not manage to maintain the calmness he showed when he exited the Feng Family.

Yan Bang could see that Feng Xinglang\'s body was moving up and down. He grabbed his shoulder and patted it.

"Lon, what would you like to drink? I just made a few bottles of good wine, you little rascal. "

Yan Bang just wanted Feng Xinglang to relax a little.

But Feng Xinglang did not appreciate it.

He quickened his pace and pushed the door open at a leisurely pace.

Feng Xinglang saw the Hetun among the two.

Hetun, his real name was Xing Mu. He was around fifty years old.

A very manly man!

He was dressed in smoke-colored casual clothes, giving off a domineering aura that seemed as if it could destroy the heavens and the earth.

His facial features were resolute and strong, especially his gaze, which was filled with the profoundness of wasting time.

This was a feeling of calm that only a person who had experienced many years of hard work would feel.

It was just as Cong Gang had described: Hetun\'s limbs were well-developed, and his physique was as strong as a cow\'s.

The Swasinger-like figure lazily hugged the sofa.

However, the sharpness in his eyes was enough to make his well-built body move in an instant.

They thought that it would be an old enemy of theirs in Chinatown, but Feng Xinglang didn\'t recognize this poisonous fish at all.

In comparison to the calm and steady state that the Hetun was in after settling down, Feng Xinglang was much younger.

Because the muscles on his handsome face were pulsating. It was because there was too much hatred and anger in it.

Hetun also looked at Feng Xinglang. He narrowed his eyes and remained calm and collected.

Perhaps, he had already met the Feng Brothers. This was the first time they had met face to face.

"Oh, let me introduce you. This is my second brother, Feng Xinglang."

Yan Bang walked over and stood beside Feng Xinglang.

The signal he wanted to send back to the Hetun was: He\'s mine, and I hope you won\'t be so ruthless on account of me, Yan Bang!

"This is the famous Mr. Hetun. He is famous throughout South America."

Throughout their conversation, Yan Bang kept close to Feng Xinglang.

Hetun stared at Feng Xinglang with a strange gaze. It didn\'t seem hatred, but more so than hatred.