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

　　Chapter 1083 - The Mind's Eye

　　Moving Yan Bang, who was over 100 kilograms in weight, from the top floor of the private room to the parking lot was not only a manual labor but also a technical one.

　　The moment Yan Bang was thrown to the front of the pa.s.senger seat, Feng Xinglang breathed out heavily, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

　　"You dog, why do you need to grow so many tendons? "You must be tired!"

　　"Ugh …" "Right."

　　Being swung so heavily by Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang let out a m.u.f.fled groan.

　　Would he wake up so soon? This job is still going on!

　　"Hey …" Bon. Yan Bang! "

　　Feng Xinglang directly slapped Yan Bang twice, wanting to verify if he was really awake.

　　Yan Bang struggled to open his eyes and look clearly at the face that was just inches away from him: the deep outline, the cold, thin lips … And that pair of mysterious eyes that could never guess what he was thinking about!

　　"Lang... Lang... You're so d.a.m.n good-looking! "

　　After saying this sentence, Yan Bang fell into a deep slumber. No matter how hard Feng Xinglang tried to torment him, he could not react at all, as if he was dead asleep.

　　Feng Xinglang who was in the driver's seat stretched his shoulder, and then retaliated by slapping Yan Bang on the cheek to vent his anger.

　　After he was sure that Yan Bang had really fainted, he called Nina.

　　"My prey has already entered the cage. How is it on your side?"

　　"Everything is okay, we're just waiting for your prey to enter the cage!"

　　From the sound of it, Nina's mood was quite beautiful.

　　Perhaps until this moment, it had only been an untouchable fantasy; she had never dared to imagine that it would ever come true.

　　Nina's hand was shaking as she hung up the phone. It was as if he couldn't believe that all of this had happened so suddenly.

　　On the way to the designated hospital, Feng Xinglang would occasionally glance at the unconscious Yan Bang.

　　Perhaps, at this moment, even Feng Xinglang himself was at a loss in his heart: Leaving a son for Yan Bang, is it right or wrong?

　　Or would he accept this child that should not have been born? But if he didn't know, then what was the point of this child's existence? Yan Bang's life was still lived by himself, wasn't it?

　　Glancing at the scar on Yan Bang's face, Feng Xinglang felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly pierced.

　　Because he knew where the scar on Yan Bang's face came from! Almost every scar on Yan Bang's body was closely related to him.

　　A brother that shared life and death with?

　　Feng Xinglang had to admit that ever since he had a wife and children, sharing life and death with them seemed to be a discount!

　　To put it seriously, it had only become Yan Bang's one-sided!

　　Feng Xinglang reached out an arm and grabbed Yan Bang's shoulders, gently patting his cheek.

　　"Bon, do you like big girls?"

　　"Or like you, a simple-minded son with well-developed limbs?"

　　He was asking a question because he couldn't stand to see the good of others!

　　Why not the sweet, sweet daughter; the clever son?

　　Feng Xinglang's question did not get any response from him. Yan Bang had been sleeping soundly the entire time. It was as if he knew that Feng Xinglang was by his side, and even if she wanted to bring him to the abyss where he would never be able to escape, he would follow her without hesitation.

　　Seeing the private hospital that Nina had pointed out, Feng Xinglang stepped on the brakes. He then turned his head over to look at the unconscious Yan Bang, and pinched the s.p.a.ce between his eyebrows.