Sweet Marriage with My Evil Husband

Feng Xinglang is alive, CongGang is also alive.

Cong Gang is so quiet watching and listening. "I feel that every word and every action of Feng Xinglang is so warm! Until

Muscle man should be able to understand English, his position in this simple shed was provoked, of course, he can't accept it; in order to ensure the stability of his position, he must teach a lesson to the new person who provoked him.

So he hit CongGang with his fist! Cong Gang first pushed Feng Xinglang one meter away, then kicked the apple into his pocket with one hand, and one hand already caught the wrist of the muscular man's fist. At the same time, his left elbow swung on the bridge of the muscular man's nose, and his right hand was tight

then he jammed his throat, only to hear a clear "click".

The muscular man's figure fell on the iron shelf bed nearest to the simple shed. Very obedient and quiet.

The whole simple shed was silent, as quiet as ever. There seemed to be a gasp.

"He fell asleep It's getting late. Let's go back to our beds and have a rest! "

Cong Gang gave a faint sound. He speaks English, which most people can understand.

After hearing Cong Gang's gentle reminder, they didn't even say a word. They immediately scattered the birds and beasts! Each climb each bed, each sleep each sleep! Obedient and clever!

They have been enslaved and used to working, and their lives must be the most important. Every makeshift shed will have a labor leader, who is the same to them. What's more, the new labor leader looks very powerful.

Feng Xinglang stood silent for a while. In order to show his gregariousness, he immediately climbed into his bed. Then he looks at Cong gang and signals him to go over and stop making trouble.

If there were any mercenaries on guard, the whole room would be beaten. So, that's why these people are so obedient. It's only two days since he came here. Feng Xinglang has found out the rules here.

Cong Gang walked over to Feng Xinglang's bed, "have a rest. I'll keep it

Feng Xinglang glanced left and right, then dragged Cong Gang to sit on the edge of the bed, attached himself to his ear and asked:

"that guy, shouldn't Are you dead? "

Cong Gang looked at the muscular man on the first bed and said in a shallow voice, "almost."

What do you mean, almost? Almost dead? Or almost alive?

"Can you get the hell out of trouble? In case the guard comes We'll make a beehive of it all! " Feng Xinglang gave a low shrill voice.

"I'm here, no!"

Cong Gang comforts Feng Xinglang, who is extremely alert and insecure.

"I'm not happy to hear you boast! The injury I get is a slap in the face at CongGang's reality! "

"Pa", a slap directly on Cong Gang's face, in the quiet simple shed, especially crisp and creepy.

From Feng Xinglang's point of view, he should be used to playing Cong just now. Look at Cong. He gets angry as soon as he brags.

Feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Feng Xinglang didn't continue to quarrel with Cong Gang any more, so he lay on the plank bed waiting for Wusong to come.

Cong Gang didn't say anything more. He covered the dirty quilt for Feng Xinglang. Then sit by the bed and watch him.

It was so quiet for about ten minutes that Feng Xinglang was a little impatient. From time to time, he looked at the door and listened to the possible strange movements. But everything outside the simple shed is so orderly.

When Feng Xinglang heard a dense sound of footsteps, he immediately pressed CongGang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, on the bed. This sudden action almost brought Cong Gang down.

Then the light in the makeshift shed went out; two or three men with flashlights came in. After sweeping every bed, they all went out again. It's supposed to be the labor rounds before they go to bed.

Cong Gang, who is under the pressure of Feng Xinglang, is neither moving nor motionless.

"Bug, why haven't they come yet? Didn't you give them a damn clue? "

Feng Xinglang was obviously impatient. It's a torment to stay in such a ghost place for another second.

"It's coming. You should have a rest first."

Cong Gang comforted Feng Xinglang, "I'm here. I'll die before I die. "

"Why leave without saying goodbye? You are my slave. Do you agree to leave? Who gave you the courage? "

Through the light outside the window, Cong Gang quietly looks at Feng Xinglang's face which is close at hand. As close as you can be Because Cong Gang's face felt the droplets in Feng Xinglang's mouth.

"I was wrong Think about what to do with me! Use your best way to relieve Qi! "

Cong Gang is mute. It's almost just mouth shape. Only the nearest Feng Xinglang can hear it.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed this time."

Feng Xinglang muttered a few more words, then fell on CongGang's chest and fell asleep. The tranquilizing microneedle customized from Fein is so easy to use - mild and non-toxic.Cong gang was so silent in the simple shed which was damp and smelly. There's no peace. Because in his arms, sleeping in his world.

But such a harsh environment is obviously not suitable for Feng Xinglang to rest and recuperate. But to leave here, we need to do some preliminary work.

About an hour later, a shadow came in quietly. Only Cong Gang is aware of it.

"Hoo..." The rhythmic three breath sounds like the breath of ordinary people, but it falls into the ear of Youying, which is a kind of signal.

"Master, are you there? My adoptive father... " The dark shadow immediately drifted towards the sound bed.

It's fifteen.

"Shh." Cong Gang immediately stopped, then gently opened the thin blanket in front of his chest, revealing Feng Xinglang who was snoring slightly.

It's just a look in the eye. I know it immediately. Three minutes later, the rest of the people in the shed were in deep sleep.

"Master, how is my adoptive father hurt?" Feng Shiwu crouched to inquire.

"It's not light."

Cong Gang put the blanket back on Feng Xinglang. "Your adoptive father is a man of good face. He should not want others to see him in such a mess."

"I understand." Feng 15 nodded.

"You and Wusong go to get rid of those soldiers first, and then find a car to park at the door. Prepare a clean quilt and send it over. You stay and get everyone else out of the embassy. "

"Good master."

An hour later, when Wusong finished dealing with the soldiers and ruffians, he came to meet Feng Shiwu. Then he saw the boss come out of a simple shed with a quilt on his shoulder and go straight to the SUV.

What a pity! In a hurry, I still can't see how Feng Xinglang worked as a laborer!!