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

　　It was within his expectations that Yan Bang did not stay with Feng Xinglang.

　　This was not his Yulong City, so his every word and gesture would be restricted.

　　Watching Feng Xinglang resolutely leave his room, Yan Bang laid back down on the bed. Silence.

　　It would probably be impossible to make another sound for Feng Xinglang to come back!

　　Fortunately, in this long night, Feng Xinglang wasn't too far away from him.

　　The morning of the second day, Feng Xinglang left. Due to the changes in GK Holdings, it has been a bit busy recently.

　　He had originally wanted to abandon his son in vacation villa. However, Feng Xinglang was worried that the little thing was playing too wildly, and that it wasn't convenient for her to take care of him, so she put the little guy who was half asleep on her shoulder.

　　Just as he turned the car around, he saw Yan Bang standing a few metres away with a walking stick in hand.

　　Feng Xinglang slowly drove the car over, and stopped beside Yan Bang's feet, and rolled down the window.

　　"Don't think too much into it, rest well here first! I'll think of something. "

　　Yan Bang laughed, "What, are you really worried that I will commit suicide?"

　　"If you had the will to commit suicide … "I'm quite supportive!"

　　Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold glare, "If there are less flies staring at me all day, I won't worry!"

　　"You have a fly as big as me?"

　　Yan Bang sneered, he then leaned on the window and glanced at the little fellow who was sleeping soundly in the back row, "Kid Nuo is still sleeping? Put him on my side. I'm bored anyway. "

　　"My son is not your toy! What's more, it's not something you can use to amuse yourself! "I want my son to go through life by himself!"

　　If he really left the little thing in the vacation villa, wouldn't that mean that he would have to come here tonight?

　　Feng Xinglang understood this logic, but Yan Bang understood it even more!

　　"Why are you so worried about me?"

　　Yan Bang stared at Jun Yan who was just inches away from him, "Drive less on the road. I'll wait for you. "

　　"Don't wait for me!" You will be disappointed. Because I've been busy making a daughter out of my wife! You are not allowed to disturb the others! "

　　Feng Xinglang spread out his palm and slapped Yan Bang's scarred face, pus.h.i.+ng him out of the carriage.

　　Not long after Feng Xinglang left, an unremarkable Pa.s.sat drove in.

　　The people who got out of Pa.s.sat were very low-key: black overalls and a low-lying peaked cap.

　　It was actually Shao Yuanjun.

　　"Things are done, we can start at any time."

　　He opened his briefcase and took out a thick stack of doc.u.ments.

　　Yan Bang only glanced sideways, and did not extend his hand to receive it, "There's no hurry."

　　Shao Yuanjun was slightly startled. "President Yan, you have a better plan?"

　　Yan Bang laughed faintly, "I suddenly feel that: To be a poor and dest.i.tute person... It's really not bad! "

　　Shao Yuanjun was a little confused by Yan Bang's words. "Then the funding for the Venetians in Macao …"

　　"If you're not busy, turn back!"

　　Yan Bang's gaze turned deep, "I like the feeling of being pitied and pitied more and more!"

　　Shao Yuan Jun was silent. He was clear about what Yan Bang was thinking, but he was also unsure.

　　"Oh right, how is it at Yulong City?" Yan Bang asked.

　　"Yulong City is now under the control of Bug San. Buggy Three was Cong Gang's man. He had kept most of the people in the Yulong City. It looks calm on the surface, but it won't be long before there's riots. "

　　Shao Yuanjun more or less reported the current situation of Yulong City to Yan Bang, "President Yan, do we need to use some methods to take him back?"