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Feng Xinglang stood up, and started to put on his suit with a bit of effort.

The thermal shirt could not be worn anymore. Just now, before the arrow was pulled out, it had already been cut off by the barbaric Yan Bang.

Yan Bang stood in front of Feng Xinglang.

The taciturn Yan Bang, looked really terrifying, as if he was a savage beast that ate people without spitting out their bones.

But Feng Xinglang knew that Yan Bang was just a paper tiger. At least, that was the case in front of Feng Xinglang.

Without saying a word, Yan Bang took out his phone from Feng Xinglang\'s body. He dialed back the Feng Family\'s number.

Presumably, Feng Tuantuan that little thing was still not too far away from the phone.

The call was quickly connected.

"Papa, are you going home? We\'re still waiting for you. "

Little Cutie remembered Feng Xinglang\'s number on his phone. Thus, when she saw that the one who called was Feng Xinglang, she immediately rushed to the front of the Butler Mo and picked up her landline.

"It\'s me, Yan Bang! Your father won\'t be able to go back tonight. "

Yan Bang\'s words did not carry a trace of gentleness. Maybe he was the kind of person who didn\'t like to make a fuss.

"Why?" The little cutie\'s voice was filled with an aggrieved whimper.

"Because your father is staying here with me tonight!"

Yan Bang said straightforwardly. She did not beat around the bush with Feng Tuantuan. Naturally, he wouldn\'t care about the feelings of a little baby.

"But you also want to Papa to come home and accompany me!"

The small blob directly clashed with Yan Bang.

Maybe from the little girl\'s point of view, Feng Xinglang is her papa, not yours. Why wouldn\'t you, Yan Bang, take over her papa and give it back home to accompany her?

Yan Bang used the hands-free, as if to let Feng Xinglang hear it on purpose. Listen to how he rejects Feng Tuantuan, this small fry.

"Your father can only stay here with me tonight! I need him more than you do! Furthermore, you can\'t beat me! "

Yan Bang didn\'t sound like she was teasing a child at all. From start to finish, her voice was sharp and unsmiling.

However, Feng Xinglang was amused by Yan Bang\'s serious look. An adult man who was ten times older than him, was actually teasing a little milk baby … To fight for a favor?

"Uncle Yan, you are so unreasonable. Feng Xinglang is a captive, not your capa! "

A stubborn little thing. It was not something that Yan Bang could scare off with a few words.

"Feng Xinglang is my friend, a good brother who is on the same side as me! If I want to keep him here, no one can stop him! Do you understand? "

Yan Bang didn\'t seem to have much patience left.

The cute girl on the other end of the phone was shocked for a moment, but she did not cry. Perhaps since she was young, she had never experienced the feeling of being coldly rejected.

"Uncle Yan, then are you really going to die?"

The little guy\'s tone seemed to have calmed down a little.

"En!"

Yan Bang let out a cold snort, and looked deeply into Feng Xinglang\'s eyes, "But if your father stayed here to accompany me tonight, I wouldn\'t have died!"

The little thing on the other end of the phone seemed to sigh.

"Alright, then I\'ll just lend you the papa for tonight!" Uncle Yan, you have to be fine.

Although the little cutie was willful, she was still kind.

In order to make Yan Bang not be one, she endured it and generously lent the papa to Yan Bang.

"You\'re so sensible! Go to bed early and hang up! "

Feng Xinglang really didn\'t think that Yan Bang could spend so much time with a little milk baby. In the end, he still won the war of words.

"Yan Bang, are you going to compete with a little kid?"

Feng Xinglang smiled. Rui\'s eyes were filled with anger: teasing, disdain, amazement, worship, all of them.

"You\'ve been a brother and a slave for so many years … Enough! I just don\'t want to see you continue to be my daughter\'s slave! "

Yan Bang turned off Feng Xinglang\'s phone and threw it to the side. Reaching out his hand, he removed the blood-stained suit that Feng Xinglang was already half wearing and wrapped it with a blanket once again.

"You are mine tonight! You\'re not allowed to go anywhere! "

Yan Bang\'s words did not carry hostility, it sounded more like a form of begging.

Feng Xinglang indifferently swept a glance at Yan Bang, and slowly leaned back on the sofa. He leisurely took out a cigarette from a luxurious metal cigarette case and lit it.

"Cong Gang\'s disappearance is related to you, right?"

The topic of conversation was getting off track.

Yan Bang squinted at Feng Xinglang, and asked instead of answering: "What do you think?"

"Guess your sister!"

Feng Xinglang was like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity to strike, he jumped up and pounced towards Yan Bang who was seated on the side of the sofa. Using his right arm to strangle Yan Bang\'s neck, he used all his strength to kill him.

Firstly, Yan Bang never thought that Feng Xinglang would suddenly attack him. Secondly, Yan Bang took into consideration that Feng Xinglang\'s left shoulder was still injured and did not resist at all.

The rapid consumption of oxygen in his body in the early stages had caused Yan Bang\'s counterattack to become sluggish; however, his endurance was as good as a camel in the desert.

Feng Xinglang used his right arm to trap him for more than thirty percent of his strength. Only when Feng Xinglang felt that all the strength in his arm was used up, only then did Yan Bang manage to pull Feng Xinglang\'s arm away from his neck.

Feng Xinglang came to a conclusion: If he ambushed Yan Bang, he had at least a seventy percent chance of killing him!

Yan Bang panted heavily as he stared at Feng Xinglang without blinking.

"Do you really want to kill me?"

"Hm!" If you die, I can rule Shen City! "

Feng Xinglang replied coldly, not concealing anything.

But Yan Bang laughed, "If you just want to be the boss of Shen City, then just let me know! I can be your dog leg! "

"How about this, you let me order you around for a few days, let\'s see if your dog legs are competent or not!"

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Hetun brought his son Linnuo and left for more than three hours. Xueluo was nervous for more than three hours.

When he returned, the little guy had been lying on Hetun\'s shoulder in a very docile manner.

The quieter his son was, the more worried Xueluo became. She could see that something unpleasant was lurking in the little thing\'s heart.

On the other hand, Hetun had a happy appearance.

"Nuonuo, did you have a good time with your foster father tonight?"

Xueluo asked the surprisingly quiet little fellow in the arms of the Hetun.

"Happy!" Of course I\'m happy! Fifteen\'s performance tonight really makes your foster father happy! "

Hetun rubbed his bearded chin on the little guy\'s face, "Fifteen, why aren\'t you happy?"

"Fifteen is sleepy. He needs to sleep." Old Tweleve, I\'ll sleep with you tonight! Good night to Mommy and good night to Godfather. "

After going down, the little fellow kept its head low, walking straight towards Xing Shi\'er\'s room.