Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 1225

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This Feng Xinglang doesn't know how to use his eyes, is he not know how to use his own eyes?
He actually allowed his husband to stay away from home in the middle of the night and hang out with an abnormal man?
Isn't this courting death?
To be more precise, she should be assisting Yan Bang in courting death!
You must know that the more Yan Bang was like this, the more the Hetun would not let him off!
Even if he could escape the first day, he could not escape the fifteenth.
What's more, the current Yan Bang, was the one who was forced into a corner by the poverty!
It wasn't something that Feng Xinglang could protect just because he wanted to.
When Feng Xinglang woke up, the outside of the window was already basked in the sunlight.
There was no Yan Bang around him who paid attention. There was also no noisy Bai Mo.
Hearing a sound from inside the room, the waiter who had been waiting outside the whole time knocked on the door and came in.
"President Feng, do you need me to bring your breakfast to your room?"
"No need! Where's your Director Bai? "
"Director Bai accompanied President Yan to have the ankle surgery. I think the operation is almost over by this time. "
You are really obedient... At least, for the moment, Feng Xinglang was feeling gratified in his heart.
"President Yan will be resting in vacation villa for a period of time, I'll be counting on you to take care of it!"
"President Feng is too polite. It is our honor for President Yan to be able to recuperate in our Villa. "
He did not stay in vacation villa to wait for Yan Bang to finish correcting his ankle.
After parking the car in the dedicated parking space, they arrived at the elevator. A phantom image floated in front of them and blocked their way.
It was Xing Ba.
"Did your foster father teach you how to sneak around so early in the morning?"
"Prince Xing is beaming with happiness, I think we must have been enjoying ourselves last night!"
Xing Ba boldly teased Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, and coldly asked: "Are you following me?"
"Yan Bang reviving from the dead is a joyous occasion, so there's no harm in celebrating!"
"Hetun knows?"
"A bunch of photos of our brothers embracing each other in the water were sent over by a mysterious person. My foster father has low eyesight, so it would be difficult for him to pretend to be blind!"
This was the line Xing Ba had been thinking about for an entire night. He purposely used the word "a mysterious person" as an associated word.
He couldn't exactly say: Your beloved father sent Xing Shiqi to follow you, and accidentally took those photos, then directly sent them to the Hetun to be rewarded. Xing Shiqi was only following the orders given by the Hetun.
A mysterious person? A bunch of pictures of each other in the water?
Feng Xinglang instinctively thought of Cong Gang. It was as if he clearly remembered something: Cong Gang had once warned him to be careful of the Hetun not letting the Yan Bang who had revived from the dead go!
What was this dog trying to do?
While saving Yan Bang to his heart's content, and at the same time informing the Hetun?
What was his ultimate goal? Or was he trying to kill Yan Bang?
It seemed that Cong Gang was definitely going to take this blame!
"Prince Xing, as Hetun, we really don't want to see you and your father making a ruckus! If that's the case, our lives will be miserable too! "
"So you came early in the morning to let me have a breather? Yet you came personally? "
Feng Xinglang smiled faintly.
"Do you think I want to? You're not answering the call! Not only is he not receiving them, he's even letting Yan Bang receive them … … "
Xing Ba let out a long sigh, "Think about it, if this phone call was made by your father, the one who picked it up would actually be Yan Bang … And it was the middle of the night! It would be weird if my foster father did not take his blade and chase after vacation villa to kill him! "
Feng Xinglang's face was gloomy, "Did you call me last night? Or was it Yan Bang who picked up the call? "
"Do you think I would make up a story to play with you? Prince Xing, I really am not that free. "
"Then Hetun … What kind of trick have you come up with now? " Feng Xinglang asked.
"You said that my foster father …"
Xing Ba wanted to say something but hesitated, "In any case, a father cannot tolerate an abnormal man like him, so he has to pester his only son day after day! My foster father is still waiting to carry my granddaughter! "
Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, "I got it … … "Old Xing, thank you!"
"You're welcome! We all have the same surname, Xing! "
He felt that Feng Xinglang's expression was a little ugly, so he quickly added: "My surname is Xing!"
On the way back to the Shallow Water Bay, Xing Shiqi gloomily looked at the Xing Ba who had been silent all this time.
"Eighth brother, did I do something wrong?"
"It's not that wrong! It's usually just ridiculous! "
"Eighth brother..." Could it be that it is also wrong to follow my foster father's orders? "
"Don't be in such a rush, I'll try to get into a good relationship with you first with your foster father and Feng Xinglang, as well as with Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang!"
In the next half an hour, Xing Ba explained to Xing Shiqi the complicated parts of the story, and the more complicated parts, that sounded like the relationship between them was analyzed one by one.
Xing Shiqi was confused listening to him! But at least he understood.
… …. "Brother Bang, I have brought the thing that you wanted."
Bai Mo quickly brought a black leather case from Bai's mansion. It was not very big, and was smaller than an ordinary suitcase. And Bai Mo was also lifting it quite easily.
This was the secret between Bai Mo and himself!
Yan Bang had told Bai Mo before that if he really commit suicide on the street one day, he would make Bai Mo take out this black leather case from the Yulong City.
Only after Bai Mo died more than a month ago did Bai Mo remember to take out this case from the Yulong City. Fortunately, he was in front of Cong Gang when he got his hands on the Yulong City.
There was another agreement: If Feng Xinglang shed tears at Yan Bang's funeral, or felt extreme sorrow over Yan Bang's death, Bai Mo could give this chest to Feng Xinglang!
But unfortunately, even after giving Yan Bang a memorial service, Feng Xinglang did not feel the slightest bit of sadness; With this kind of Feng Xinglang, how could he possibly let Bai Mo give him such a precious artifact?!
"Brother Bang, what's so good about this case?" Bai Mo went closer and asked.
Yan Bang who had already completed the correction of his left ankle only touched the leather case for a while but did not open it.
"Brother Bang, no matter what you say, you should still treat Feng lao'er better than me!"
Bai Mo muttered in dissatisfaction, "I will leave all kinds of treasures to Feng Er … Never thought of me! "
"It's not some treasure! Look at how sour it is for you! "
Yan Bang threw the leather case to the side, laid back on the rattan chair and closed his eyes to rest.
"Could it be... Was it a love letter to Feng Er? "
Bai Mo, who was extremely curious, could always have this kind of wondrous thought.
Yan Bang curled his lips coldly, "Don't even think about it! I only see Feng Xinglang as my own brother! "
"Bullsh * t!"
Bai Mo rolled his eyes, "If you don't have that kind of relationship with Feng Er, then my name will be written upside down!"
"Mo San, Feng Xinglang has his own family; his wife and children! Even if I had some sort of superfluous relationship with him, I would still kill it! Therefore, from now on, you are not allowed to speak nonsense! Especially in front of the Feng Family! Do you understand? "
Bai Mo quietly looked at Yan Bang, and then muttered after a long while: "Brother Bang, you have changed!"
"It wasn't me! "But …"
"Is it the Feng lao'er?" Bai Mo quickly followed up.
Yan Bang laughed faintly, "There are some things that Feng Xinglang has no choice about! But he wasn't willing to give up … but they are powerless to change it! "