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

　　Chapter 859 - Full of the flavor of youth

　　But in Yan Bang's subconscious, it was far more difficult than death to take the initiative to visit the injured Feng Xinglang in the Feng Family!

　　Yan Bang held out a limited edition Luo Bot. It was for Linnuo's little friend.

　　"Yan Shengxian, you're here."

　　Butler Mo respectfully and humbly walked up to him. To the Feng Brothers, Yan Bang was their benefactor.

　　Perhaps it was because of this that Feng Xinglang was so determined to save Yan Bang's life from the hands of the Hetun.

　　"Let me take a look at Xinglang."

　　Yan Bang's gaze swept across the hall once, but he did not find Second Master Feng.

　　"Is the Second Young Master working upstairs? Are you going to go upstairs, or should I call him?"

　　In the Butler Mo's point of view, Yan Bang was not an outsider. He could freely enter and exit the Feng Family.

　　Yan Bang's footsteps were a little timid, but he did not know where it came from.

　　Was Second Master Feng treating him as an uninvited guest with a cold att.i.tude or a thunderous roar?

　　Presumably, that's not the case! Yan Bang was even more reluctant to see Feng Xinglang's anger and resistance.

　　What's more, it was the injured Feng Xinglang.

　　"Ah... intelligent-bot! Made-in-j.a.pan! "

　　The little guy was like a little cheetah as it rushed down the stairs, its target was the smart robot in Yan Bang's hands.

　　Holding that intelligent-root, which was almost half his height, in his arms and kissing him again was simply too much for him to let go.

　　"Mr. Yan is here."

　　It was Xueluo's cheerful voice. "Nuonuo, why aren't you thanking your Uncle Yan?"

　　"Thank you, Yan Bang! I really like it! "

　　The little guy was skipping and skipping as he hugged the intelligent-bot. He was so happy that he was about to blossom.

　　Looking at the joyous little thing, Yan Bang reached out to stroke the little guy's head.

　　"It's good that you like it! Uncle Yan knows a design team from j.a.pan, they will send you new products the moment they come up with new ones. "

　　"Thank you, Uncle Yan!"

　　This time, for the first time ever, the little guy used the honorific 'Uncle'. Most of the time, Lil Thing likes to call someone by their full name or nickname.

　　Feng Xinglang leisurely walked down the stairs.

　　His handsomeness was in the Western European edition.

　　In those deep eyes, there was only a faint sense of allure. It seemed to be evil, but it also seemed to be indifferent.

　　Feng Xinglang saw Yan Bang; of course Yan Bang also saw him!

　　Suddenly, Yan Bang's body became stiff, his adam's apple sliding about, but he was unable to open his mouth.

　　He just watched as Feng Xinglang walked down the stairs, step by step.

　　Yan Bang seemed to be welcoming the possible punishment and fury from Feng Xinglang with a tragic att.i.tude.

　　"Bon?"

　　Feng Xinglang's voice rose, "You're here?"

　　"Hmm …"

　　Yan Bang never thought that Feng Xinglang would take the initiative to greet him, and his throat tightened. He thought that Feng Xinglang would take a baseball bat or something and kick him out.

　　"I came to see you."

　　Yan Bang's voice was hoa.r.s.e. He was so repressed that his entire body was trembling.

　　"Nothing serious! It was just a superficial wound! "It's almost done!"

　　Feng Xinglang smiled slightly.

　　Yan Bang was well aware of how Feng Xinglang was injured. But in front of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang's words were concealed. Yan Bang naturally did not say much either.