Sweet Marriage with My Evil Husband

Bai Mo can think of Feng Xinglang's father, only Feng Yishan!

It's just that Feng Yishan has been dead for many years and turned to ashes. It's not possible to cheat the corpse to cross the tomb!

With a "pa", Feng Xinglang smashed his card on the table. Then, with a cold face, he got up and left without looking back.

"Feng Xinglang," Yan Bang rarely calls his name so directly, "if you just leave, you're not afraid that I'll take someone to see your father off?"

In Yan Bang's opinion, Feng Xinglang's patience in playing bridge with him is just to supervise him!

So that his father can leave Shencheng smoothly?

"Yan bang, life is your own! No matter how others maintain their own lives, if they regard their own as grass-roots, then your life can only be grass-roots! "

Let's put it in a more popular way: if you like to die, it's up to you. I don't want to bird you any more!

Watching the tall and strong figure leave the living room, Yan Bang's scarred face muscles are beating.

What's going on here?

Bai Mo is really shocked by the riddle like dialogue between Yan bang and Feng Xinglang.

Is the boat of friendship turning over?

"Brother bang, calm down..."

Bai Mo looks at Yan Bang's scar, and his face is full of anger. He can't help but feel a little scared at the bottom of his heart.

This is really a companion like a tiger!

Can you play bridge like this? If you are not careful, you will burn yourself!

"Go away Get out of here! Get the hell out of here

Yan Bang's anger broke out in an instant. He yelled at Bai Mo and several waiters.

Then, from the living room came the crackling sound of smashing.

There is no doubt that Yan bang, the lion out of control, is crazy again.

Why use "you"?

Since Yan Bang came back to Yulong City, he never stopped. He will be humiliated, a head of anger to others, under the opponent either hit or scold.

His tyrannical behavior has reached the point where it is hard to record!

If it goes on like this, the whole Yulong city will be doomed!

It will only be a matter of time before the Yamen closes down and outlaws it.

Outside the living room stood three muscular men like door panels.

"Second master." Seeing that Feng Xinglang came out of the living room, they looked at each other with anger.

"Well." Feng Xinglang just hummed and walked towards the elevator with a cool face.

I just took two steps, but I turned back.

"Is there a fire?"

With the roaring and smashing in the living room, Feng Xinglang leaned against the wall and smoked.

The joints between his fingers are very clear, hiding a man's sense of strength.

The act of lighting the ashes was very gentlemanly; it was in sharp contrast to the loud and violent voice in the living room.

The three poker faces are neither going in nor not going in. They all seem to be waiting for Feng Xinglang's instructions.

But Feng Xinglang is an expression without any extra expression!

With a clatter, Bai Mo almost tumbled out of the living room.

The world is so surly, playing bridge can bring danger to life!

"Lango, you didn't leave?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang leaning against the wall smoking leisurely, Baimo's pretty face suddenly suffered.

"Brother Lang, my second master Did you not hear brother Bang making such a fuss in the room? "

In fact, Baimo wants to say: you leave as soon as Feng Xinglang breaks the card, but you throw me to Yan bang, who is in the violence. You almost lose your life. Isn't that too kind?

"Do you have a gun?"

"Yes."

Feng Xinglang snuffed out the smoke between his fingers on the wall, took the gun from his bodyguard, and went to the living room.

When Baimo saw that Feng Xinglang wanted to go in with a gun, he was not good at all.

"Lango, Lango, calm down! The whole Yulong city belongs to brother bang. Does he like to smash it? "

Baimo thinks that Feng Xinglang wants to deal with Yan bang when he goes in with a gun. Thinking that even if Yan bang made a small fire or something, he would not use a gun! That's a serious problem!

"Then you go in and put out the fire for him?"

Feng Xinglang pushes his gun to Baimo.

Baimo immediately released his hand to block Xinglang, "then, you old man, take it easy! Between brothers, harmony is the most important thing

Feng Xinglang patted Baimo on the shoulder comfortingly, then turned and went into Yanbang's living room.

In the living room, Yan Bang poured and drank.

The muscles of the face are twisted and look really ferocious.

"Pa", Feng Xinglang pats his gun on the table in front of Yan bang.

Looking at the gun, Yan Bang suddenly burst out laughing like a man. With a stab, he tore off his clothes in front of the gun, revealing his exaggerated muscles like a bodybuilder."Come on, shoot me! Aim, don't shake your hands

To tell you the truth, Feng Xinglang wanted to slap Yan bang in the face and wake him up.

"I especially hope to die in the hands of Feng Xinglang! Really? Dream of it

Yan Bang stares at Feng Xinglang and draws his XiongQiang closer to the front.

That cheap

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath. He was really worried that if he lost control, he would complete Yan bang!

"Yan bang, let's have a good time!"

Feng Xinglang quickly picked up the gun from the table, did not lift it to Yan bang, but arrived at his temple.

"What are you doing?"

Although Yan Bang clearly knows that Feng Xinglang, who has a wife and a son, will not commit suicide like stupidity, he still asks nervously.

"Multiple choice question, one of two: do you want my brother, or do you want revenge?"

Sometimes anger and bad habits can be infected.

Hetun's bad behavior of asking people to do multiple choice questions not only infected Cong Gang, but also his own son Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang's lips wriggled a few times, and the blood in his eyes was not clear.

"Brothers and revenge!"

He hissed every word.

"Pa", Feng Xinglang hit Yan Bang's forehead with the butt of his gun.

"You're a fuckin 'idiot! Do you understand single choice questions? You can only choose one! "

Feng Xinglang once again solemnly repeated, "do you want my brother, or revenge?"

Yan Bang deeply gazed at Feng Xinglang's fierce and cold eyes, slowly accumulating a strange smile on his scar face.

"I want you!"

At the end of his speech, Yan bang, like a black bear, pounced on Feng Xinglang

*******

outside the living room, Bai Mo and three muscular men watch the changes.

There was a fight, and it was getting worse.

What's going on?

Feng Xinglang went in. For Yan bang, shouldn't it be a cure for illness? Why is there a fight?

"Mr. Moore, shall we go in and have a look?"

"No hurry Wait! Let them fight first

Baimo takes a selfish and careful eye: this letter is a fight between Xinglang and Yanbang. Fengxinglang can still fight back. If he goes in, he will be beaten!

If even fengxinglang can't hold Yanbang, then no one can hold it! Including him, Baimo.

"Bang" of a gun, white Mo mercilessly scared a big jump.

Did you really shoot? This is going to be a mess!

Baimo didn't dare to wait any longer. He asked three muscular men to break into the door.

Yan bang and Feng Xinglang are fighting closely.

In Yan Bang's hands, no gun was found.

That gun should be in Feng Xinglang's hand Is it Feng Xinglang who shot?

Yan Bang felt his own body and didn't find any pain, but his white shirt was stained with blood.

"Lang Lang Where did you get hurt? "

Obviously, the blood on Yan Bang's shirt is fengxinglang's.

As Yan Bang slowly turned over, the gun in Feng Xinglang's hand showed little by little.

"Lango..."

Bai Mo was shocked to find that the sleeve of Feng Xinglang's cigarette gray shirt on his left arm had been dyed red with blood.

"What the hell are you doing? Call the doctor

Yan bang made a hysterical roar.

*******

Feng Xinglang was sent back to Feng's home by Baimo.

Snow is in the living room teaching children Linnuo to understand the simple Chinese characters.

Don't ask him to be able to write, just ask these Chinese characters to be familiar in front of small things.

"Sister in law, I've sent Lango back for you." White Mo mouth owe of say.

Originally, Feng Xinglang didn't want Bai Mo to send him back, but between Yan Bang's bodyguards and Bai Mo, Feng Xinglang reluctantly chose Bai mo.

"Xing Lang, what's wrong with your arm?"

When Baimo helps Feng Xinglang to the sofa and sits down, xueluo is shocked to find that her husband's arm is tied with bandage.

"Well, on the way, I met some gangsters bullying a little girl, and Lang helped me when I saw the injustice I was accidentally cut off by a gangster and hurt my arm. "

Baimo's story is smooth.

"Is it serious?"

The snow falls distressed to come forward, want to hold the man's arm, but worry about the second touch hurt the man.

"No! It's just skin injury! "

Feng Xinglang smiles slightly, but he doesn't avoid that Bai Mo is still there, so he kisses the wolf on his wife's sad cheek."Feng Xinglang, how are you? You can't even beat a few little gangsters!"

Although the little thing also loves his own father, it is estimated that he has seen more bloody scenes. The skin injury on his arm is too common.

"They have knives. I'm barehanded when you kiss my father."

Feng Xinglang perfected the story made up by Baimo.

"If you lose, you lose. Anyway, you lose your face. Don't be embarrassed! My son won't laugh at you

The little guy nestled up here and patted Feng Xinglang's arm under the bandage.

Feng Xinglang clenched his teeth in pain for a while, but in front of his son, he showed a smile of "I don't hurt" and "I don't care.".

"Is it because the girls are so beautiful that they work so hard?"

Snow fell extremely distressed blame man.