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

　　After hanging up the phone, Cong Gang breathed out a mouthful of foul air.

　　His gaze was locked onto the approaching black Lexus at the bottom of the hill, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

　　That's right, since his own father did not have a motive for the crime, then he, Cong Gang, naturally became the most suspicious person.

　　At least, he had a greater motive than Hetun! And there was a similar precedent.

　　It seemed that this time, he was at his wit's end.

　　It was's fault for not saying what he should have said, but he had said what he shouldn't have.

　　Therefore, it was more convenient for Feng Xinglang to check all the points of doubt on the clump of trees.

　　Knowing that he was doomed this time around, Cong Gang couldn't help but furrow his brows. If it was really the doing of the people from Hetun, then what kind of play was the Hetun singing about? You want to use such a despicable method to frame me? But this method wasn't very good either?

　　Could it be that, the weaker the method, the more he could make that scoundrel Feng Xinglang believe it?

　　"Wei Kang, come closer to Old Four with me later."

　　Cong Gang said as he lowered his eyes, "I'm not in a good mood today … I don't want to be beaten! "

　　"Eh? What happened to Feng Zhanzi? You can really tolerate him for messing with us everyday. "

　　Wei Kang knew that Feng Xinglang had saved Cong Gang's life. But wasn't it too late? How could a BOSS be manipulated by Feng Xinglang in such a way?!

　　Actually, it couldn't be called 'manipulating', but it was more like a battle of wits and courage.

　　He didn't seem like an enemy, but he didn't seem like a friend either.

　　Are there any friends who cheat each other like this?

　　However, it didn't seem like they were being used for benefits …

　　"What else can we do? I have a very powerful father! "

　　Cong Gang let out a long, quiet, and cold snort.

　　"Then can we defend ourselves for a bit today?"

　　Wei Kang wanted to beat up Feng Xinglang's heart, it had not been a day or two. Not that he really wanted to beat Feng Xinglang to death, or beat him half to death, or if he was missing an arm or a leg, just to vent out his anger on his Boss.

　　Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Wei Kang, "Do you need to ask me? "Just don't get dirty and mess up my place."

　　"..." With Feng Xinglang's physique and skill, if he really fought with Yue Yang, it would be hard for him to not get dirty and mess things up.

　　The question then came up: What does Boss mean by this? Do you want me to beat you up or not?

　　Wei Kang really wanted to take a risk and beat Feng Xinglang up, in order to see what kind of reaction Cong Gang would have.

　　When Feng Xinglang came in, Cong Gang, Wei Kang and the others were sitting at the dining table and eating a simple breakfast.

　　They were all plain foods like soy milk and pastries. There wasn't any meat or fishy heavy foods in sight.

　　Cong Gang sat facing the east and west, Wei Kang and Old Four sat opposite each other. Coincidentally, there was a vacant seat, as if it was going to be given to Feng Xinglang to sit on.

　　"Morning!"

　　Feng Xinglang greeted them clearly and walked over with large strides, then directly sat on the chair that was reserved for him.

　　"Three men are sitting together eating breakfast... "It's quite picturesque."

　　Feng Xinglang who had not eaten breakfast picked up the soya-bean milk cup in front of him and drank a mouthful. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold.

　　"You knew I was coming, but you didn't give me anything to close the deal?"

　　The chair and tableware left for him made Feng Xinglang even more convinced that Cong Gang was the perpetrator.

　　"Someone was driving in the morning and the wind was howling as it blew past. I can't possibly be pretending to be blind, can I?"