One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] www.52bqg.com [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 326: A very manly man!

　　When Feng Xinglang walked out of the Feng Family, Ye Xiaonian happened to be rus.h.i.+ng over with his men.

　　"Take good care of them!"

　　Feng Xinglang said with a light and clear tone. It seemed very calm.

　　[If you are really dead, I will take good care of your brother!] I have the soup, so I won't let your brother drink it! If you can serve him so much, I can do it too!]

　　This sweet and silly girl, she could be as tough as a rock when she was weak!

　　For some reason, Feng Xinglang felt that when he walked out of the Feng Family tonight, his heart was extremely calm.

　　It was so calm that this was not a journey to death, but a very ordinary short journey.

　　There was his wife waiting for him at home, and his big brother, who was also holding him back.

　　Thus, Feng Xinglang smiled again. A smile emerged from the bottom of his heart and slowly spread across his handsome face.

　　When the pitch black Ferrari rushed out of the Feng Family's courtyard, Cong Gang called.

　　"Cong Gang, if I still can't make it out of Yulong City in an hour, bring Lan Youyou to the banquet! You decide how to do it yourself! "

　　After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang slowly said, "Don't kidnap that woman in front of my brother!"

　　"Yes."

　　Cong Gang only grunted in agreement, then hung up the phone.

　　"..." Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment: Why does this brat look even more like a master than me?

　　To be honest, Feng Xinglang did not really like Cong Gang's cold personality. He always acted like he was a master and his servant that were as calm as water.

　　Compared to others, Feng Xinglang preferred Ye Chong to be a little younger, as the slick tone made his position as the master of the family stand out.

　　However, whenever there was a th.o.r.n.y problem or something of the utmost importance, Feng Xinglang would always think of Cong Gang first.

　　But being cold and proud was being cold and proud. His loyalty to this master of his was absolute!

　　Feng Xinglang's hand that was holding the steering wheel felt a bit of force, and white color appeared between his sharp fingers.

　　Strangely, in this moment of life and death, the thing tied to Feng Xinglang's mind was not his big brother Feng Lixin, but that woman called Lin Xueluo.

　　It was as if he thought of the woman's weak yet determined words, 'I have soup, so I won't let your brother drink! If you can serve him, I can do it too! '

　　Perhaps, he might be strong, but it wasn't necessarily his robust physique. Rather, it was a heart that was unrelenting in every way!