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

　　Chapter 812 I take you for a dog!

　　One was deep while the other was evil. The two men stared at each other.

　　It was a strange feeling, as if the two of them were separated by thousands of miles.

　　"You know me so well?"

　　Feng Xinglang's voice rose a little as she looked at Cong Gang with her eyes that were enveloped in a thin layer of mist, as if she was trying to stop Cong Gang from inspecting the depths of his heart.

　　"I don't understand you! I was just guessing! Your wisdom is not something that a lowly person like me can understand. "

　　Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang was as cunning as a fox, and he really didn't like others trying to figure out his thoughts. Therefore, Cong Gang immediately changed his mind.

　　Don't look at how Feng Xinglang is smiling on the surface at you, who knows what kind of bad intentions he has in his stomach right now.

　　"So modest?"

　　Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes, "Cong Gang, your flattery tonight … A little too much! It makes people feel so unreal, so hypocritical. "

　　Cong Gang was silent.

　　As expected, when talking to Feng Xinglang, he had to be careful. He will catch traces of your every word and action.

　　"You don't like disobedience; you still don't like flattery …" Feng Xinglang, it's really hard for you to please her.

　　Cong Gang let out a faint sigh.

　　"Difficult to serve? Have you served me recently? "

　　Feng Xinglang removed his leg that was placed on the tea table, leaned forward and leaned in close to Cong Gang, "What I want is your loyalty.

　　Cong Gang remained silent. Perhaps not answering was the best answer at the moment.

　　"Tell me, what have you been busy with recently?"

　　His intuition told Feng Xinglang: Cong Gang must be hiding something that should not be exposed. Even speaking to him, she was no longer as wild and unruly as she was before, but instead had an additional flattery that made Feng Xinglang feel uncomfortable.

　　Cong Gang focused on the depths of Feng Xinglang's eyes, as a subtle hint of the meaning of 'Shang' appeared in them.

　　"Feng Xinglang, when you picked me up from Chinatown … Did you ever think that you could one day raise a tiger and cause trouble for yourself? "

　　When he asked this question, Cong Gang's eyes were exceptionally clear.

　　Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly as she raised a small teacup and drank the water …