Sweet Marriage with My Evil Husband

After a long time in a wheelchair, Feng Xinglang's step seemed to be a little shaky.

It's hard to avoid the pain of walking with the help of skin and flesh.

Basong quickly came up to hold Feng Xinglang's body, "Mr. Feng, I'll push you upstairs."

"No! Stand away, I can walk by myself

Without the loving eyes of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang relaxed a lot.

Cong Gang is right: if you continue to stay in a wheelchair, you will become more and more like a waste!

In fact, Feng Xinglang has always been in a wheelchair, and there are psychological factors.

He wanted to avoid it. I'm tired.

Even thought of taking his wife and children to leave Shencheng, to live undisturbed life.

Big brother, sister-in-law, biological father, brothers

Let the rest kill each other!

But Feng Xinglang seems to realize that if the problem is not dealt with, will the city where they live become the next Shencheng?

It's hard to say!

Feng Xinglang is the gold Lord of bashong. Bassoon had to listen to his orders, but he had to take care of his safety. He could only follow Feng Xinglang as if he was at a distance.

The living room flat is OK, but every step, it will be more involved in the skin tissue, tear open small wounds, overflow red blood.

This kind of skin and flesh injury can be tolerated by Feng Xinglang. So he walked with ease.

When I got to the corner of the second floor, there were dots of blood on the floor.

Not much. It drops on the dark floor. It's inconspicuous.

It's just that bassoon's acuity is stronger than most people's.

Therefore, he can smell another kind of bloody smell on Feng Xinglang, who is full of wine and Chinese herbal medicine.

"Bassoon, follow me again Go away tomorrow! "

Feng Xinglang almost fell down when he faltered. As soon as Ba song was about to help him, he was found by Feng Xinglang.

Go away or not, it's tomorrow's business; as long as Feng Xinglang is still his master today, bassoon must ensure his master's safety.

This is also the boss's order. Bassoon can't disobey it.

But bassoon's outstretched hand came back.

Because he saw a figure at the stairway on the third floor

Such as ghost general figure!

"You have a good rest. I'll wait downstairs. Please call me if you have something to do

Basong glanced at the stairway on the third floor, then pushed the boat along the water to avoid. Let a person feel, he is because of seal line Lang of fierce scold of voice just can't the following building.

"Hiss Well

After Basong left, Feng Xinglang took a cold breath and sat on the steps.

"What the hell? What a pain

After Feng Xinglang scolded, he stood up again, dragged his injured leg, and walked towards the study on the third floor.

To be exact, it's not called "go", it's called "one step, one drag"!

In fact, this kind of pain is nothing to Feng Xinglang at all; he seems to make his posture look like he can't stand the pain any more.

At the last two steps, Feng Xinglang wants to stride forward in one go

If you take a big step, it's easy to get to Flesh!

“…… Well

Feng Xinglang let out a groan of pain. He suddenly fell down on the steps and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Is it really useless?"

It's quiet, like the sound floating out of hell.

Feng Xinglang doesn't have to look back to know who the dog scum is that makes this kind of gloomy and strange sound!

He maintained the posture of lying down and did not respond to such sarcasm.

A puff of wine came, and the visitor frowned slightly.

"Why, are you sleeping on the floor?"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been lying still for a long time, Cong Gang came forward and pushed him.

"Go away! Don't fuck me! My leg is aching! "

While abusing, Feng Xinglang moved a slightly more comfortable posture and continued to lie down.

There's an advantage to lying down: you can cover up the subtle movements under your body.

"You can't stand the pain? How did you endure your father's crushing you and breaking your ribs

Cong Gang crouched over, taunting in words, but caring in action.

He put a strong arm around Feng Xinglang's waist and tried to force him out of the ground.

"Click!"

Just after feeling that Cong Gang's arm around his waist was strengthened, Feng Xinglang quickly stuck something on Cong Gang's arm like a whirlwind.

Cong Gang's strong arm still held Feng Xinglang's body firmly. After he sat up straight, he took a look at the bright metal handcuffs on his wrist.One on his wrist; the other on Feng Xinglang's wrist!

"Dog bastard, I finally caught you!"

Feng Xinglang's pretty thin lips evoke a cold smile.

"You want to play the bitter game with me?"

Because the voice of his handcuffs on the wrist just faded.

"What do you know about dogs?"

Feng Xinglang asked. It seems that this topic is a bit off the mark.

"I don't like to play bitter game, do I?"

Cong Gang took the opportunity to damage Feng Xinglang.

“……”

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and casually lit it.

Suddenly sucked a mouthful, but leisurely spit out all kinds of eye circles.

"The characteristic of a dog is that it is quite loyal to its owner! No matter how obstinate it is, it will care about its own master! "

He vomited a mouthful of smoke on CongGang's face, "just like you! On the surface, it seems that it's cruel and not tamed, but in the bottom, it's still humble! "

Cong Gang turned to avoid the smoke from Feng Xinglang.

He never smokes, much less likes the smell of smoke.

But I can't help the bad and low quality of Feng Xinglang!

"Do you think a handcuff can handcuff me?" Cong Gang asked in a light voice.

"I asked team Jane to make it for you!"

Feng Xinglang pulled his handcuffs. "The only way you can escape is to cut off my hand!"

"Then I'll try?"

"Try what? Run away? "

“…… Then you have to cut off your hand first

"Oh! Cut off my hand? "

Feng Xinglang laughed coldly, "you bet you don't have the guts! Cong Gang, because you are cheap in the bone, understand? "

Cong Gang took a look at Feng Xinglang's handcuffed arm and his own.

"What you said just now is not accurate enough: you can escape even if you cut off my hand! Isn't it? "

“……”

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and said, "do you want a strong man to break his wrist?"? Do it now! I've never seen a dog injure itself

“……” Cong Gang said, "I'd better think about it."

Coldly, Feng Xinglang suddenly raised his voice and called downstairs, "Lao Mo, bring the guy up!"

Guys? What kind of guy? Heavy guns?

Just when Cong gang was surprised, housekeeper Mo came upstairs with a guy like a chain.

"This thing locked me for years when I was a child! Nearly 30 years of pure hand forging, the day before yesterday let Lao Mo improve, now used to lock you! Your treatment is much better than that of my family! I'm not willing to use it! "

“……”

Cong Gang didn't know what to say for a moment.

The one who went upstairs with housekeeper Mo, as well as Basong.

Bassoon didn't know about tonight's hunting plan.

Because Feng Xinglang considered that Basong was a simple child and worried that his acting skills were not up to standard, he did not let him participate.

Basong looked at CongGang eagerly, and his hands showed the power of clenching.

"Lao Mo, you ask bassoon to come up and lock him!"

Housekeeper Mo is in his early sixties. Considering that he can't stand any attack from Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang asks Basong to work for him.

Without waiting for housekeeper Mo to respond, bassoon snatched what seemed to be the handcuffs.

As soon as bassoon went upstairs for two steps, the picture on the third floor steps suddenly changed.

Cong Gang's backhand encircles Feng Xinglang's neck with his arms and handcuffs. The two show a twisted posture.

"Stop! If you go one step further, I'll kill him! "

Cong Gang is threatening Basong with Feng Xinglang.

Bassoon's steps suddenly stopped. He doesn't understand what boss is singing?

It's reasonable to say that their master and apprentice work together to deal with a disabled leg and an old and weak, which is a matter of catching hands.

"Bassoon, leave me alone Come up and lock him! He dare not kill me

Feng Xinglang has a certain explosive power, but he can't make it under the pressure of CongGang who is good at binding others.

Barton is in the same place, seems to be judging what boss wants him to do!

"Bassoon, you fool, go on!" Feng Xinglang yelled.

"Feng Xinglang is your gold Lord! If he dies, who will pay you? "

Cong Gang's leisurely voice was just like that of basongla.

See Ba song silly, Ba Ji of Leng in situ, Feng hang Lang quickly changed strategy.

"Old Mo, get the anesthetic gun quickly!"

"Good!"Housekeeper Mo retreated.

“……”

Basong was really confused this time: it seems that in order to catch Cong Gang, master and servant Feng Xinglang did not do less accurate work!

When housekeeper Mo came back, he had a long tube shaped anesthesia gun with three anesthetics in it.

"Take aim, old man! Don't let the second young master kill you

Cong Gang is joking. He didn't pay attention to the master and servant of Feng Xinglang.

Perhaps Feng Xinglang's constant resistance and wriggling has greatly weakened Cong Gang's vigilance;

or perhaps because of his tacit understanding with housekeeper Mo for many years, he has reached the perfect level.

Such a tacit understanding, is in cajoles Feng Lixin to do the treatment long-term practice.

Almost for a moment, Feng Xinglang gathered all the strength of his upper body. He turned sideways with brute force

Cong Gang, who had his neck locked behind him, wanted to release his strength to avoid strangling Feng Xinglang's neck with handcuffs, so he was habitually thrown around half of his body by Feng Xinglang;

at the same time, housekeeper Mo did not hesitate to shoot an anesthetic needle at Cong Gang's exposed upper body! And two in a row!

The first anesthesia needle cluster just avoided opening, but the second one was not spared!