One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 945 - Hearts

　　The heart has the rhinoceros, originally used to paraphrase the love of both men and women heart;

　　But now, they understood each other's thoughts.

　　Actually, the person who knew Feng Xinglang the best wasn't her wife Lin Xueluo; nor was she his close brother Feng Lixin; nor was she his good friend Yan Bang. Instead, she was someone else who was close to him!

　　Hetun had already made sufficient preparations, he wanted to send Xing s.h.i.+si, whom she had never met before, to his son Feng Xinglang's side as a bodyguard in close proximity, so that she could ensure the safety of his son's family!

　　Everything was ready, all that was left was the way to 'give' them to others!

　　If Xing s.h.i.+si was directly sent to be Feng Xinglang's bodyguard, the 80% chance of him getting it would be a stiff rejection!

　　Therefore, Hetun thought of her daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo!

　　Even if Xueluo was not satisfied with his father-in-law, Hetun believed that Xueluo would prioritize the big picture. For her husband, for her son, she would accept Xing s.h.i.+si.

　　It might be a little easier to get Feng Xinglang to accept his son through Xueluo.

　　However...

　　If the Hetun could think of it, then that person could even more!

　　After all, he was younger than Hetun by twenty or thirty years old, and the activity in his mind far surpa.s.sed that of the aging Hetun!

　　Feng Xinglang made an appointment with Yan Bang.

　　Of course, they didn't go to find him to chat about life and dreams.

　　For a stubborn being like Yan Bang, he would not even be able to change his personality after entering his coffin!

　　Feng Xinglang came to find a bodyguard for his wife and children.

　　Feng Xinglang did not want to use Yan Bang!

　　The person that Feng Xinglang wanted to find, he had to be clean and smart, but not scheming and shrewd; he had to be quick and nimble, but not crafty and sinister.

　　Only a piece of white paper could allow Feng Xinglang to freely draw and cultivate it!

　　This was the Yulong City's underground boxing arena.

　　To put it bluntly, it was a gang fight.

　　Every day was like this: People die for money, birds die for food!

　　He was risking his life for that small reward!

　　In the middle of the arena, there was a square shaped stage that was about a meter tall and fifteen meters wide.

　　The moment Yan Bang pushed Feng Xinglang's wheelchair in, a wave of clamor and cheers came over.

　　The roars from the excited hormones were like a tidal wave as they shook Feng Xinglang's eardrums.

　　In truth, Feng Xinglang did not like these fights and killings, he hated them a little.

　　Especially after he had a wife and children; his straight eyebrows creased slightly.

　　Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been focusing on the young man on stage, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked up to him and started introducing him to Yan Bang.

　　"President Yan, that young man is called Basong. He is a mixed blood of Central Tai and at the age of 20, he is an orphan. His punches were pretty good, but he was still able to maintain his composure. "It's just that I'm inexperienced …"

　　"This yellow haired brat is too inexperienced!" Find a more stable one for second master! "

　　That young man called Basong, had never entered Yan Bang's eyes from the beginning.

　　From Yan Bang's point of view, it was unsuitable for a brat to follow Feng Xinglang!

　　Furthermore, Feng Xinglang is in urgent need of helpers!

　　How could an inexperienced youth like him serve his Second Master Feng!

　　But Feng Xinglang didn't think so. The boy looked very young, with sweat all over his face. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and had an alert gait. He looked miserable, but he was stepping on his own rhythm. His eyes were firm, like that of a trapped beast that was looking for an opportunity to strike; his opponent, however, was a muscular, muscular, adult man.