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

　　Chapter 1065 - Emotions Without Understanding

　　After Cong Gang treated the wounds and filth on his body, he lied on the bed and closed his eyes for a few hours. Then, he heard Feng Xinglang, that sc.u.mbag, roaring and shouting downstairs.

　　"This sc.u.m!"

　　Cong Gang hissed but he did not stand up and instead rolled himself up into the light duvet.

　　Cong Gang knew that they would be on the fastest plane back to the nearby city of Shen City, and of course, Feng Xinglang knew that as well. He was only seven to eight hours later than Cong Gang. The fact that he was able to return so quickly was sufficient proof of his love for his son.

　　The wind did not stop, and the trees did not seem to want to be quiet; they remained in a stalemate.

　　"Boss, Feng Xinglang is here. He's knocking on the door downstairs."

　　Outside, Wei Kang's soft knocking sounds came from the door.

　　Actually, Wei Kang knew about it: for him to notify Cong Gang was completely unnecessary. With Cong Gang's vigilance, how could he not have heard the big ruckus Feng Xinglang was making downstairs!

　　However, none of them opened the door, and the door was being pounded on desperately. It didn't seem too good to be in a deadlock.

　　It really disturbed this quiet and beautiful morning.

　　"Got it." Cong Gang who was in the room responded.

　　Just 'got it'?

　　No more, no more?

　　Wei Kang waited for a while, but the room regained its silence.

　　"Boss, is that for the door? Or send him away? "

　　Wei Kang also didn't really like trying to guess and figure out the Sacred Will. Cong Gang was his own boss, so he naturally had to listen to them. However, it seemed that Feng Xinglang would subconsciously become their Boss.

　　At least for now, they could avoid offending him!

　　Even if they had to offend the boss, they would need the boss to give them an order.

　　But before Cong Gang could give the order, the already weak wooden door was smashed open by Feng Xinglang's car.

　　Not only was he a sc.u.mbag, he was also a thug!

　　Vulgar and overbearing! He always couldn't figure out his own ident.i.ty!

　　Cong Gang thought so. But Feng Xinglang didn't think so!

　　He felt that the person who did not know his ident.i.ty, was him, Cong Gang!

　　"Seal... President Feng, good morning. "

　　Seeing Feng Xinglang rus.h.i.+ng up the stairs full of anger, Wei Kang subconsciously greeted him. Since they had already b.u.mped into each other, it wasn't appropriate for them not to greet each other.

　　"Where's Cong Gang?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked.

　　"My Boss is resting right now. "What's the matter? Just wait for him to wake up …"

　　With a 'clang', Feng Xinglang smashed the door open with his shoulder before Wei Kang could finish speaking.

　　This temporary second floor was almost entirely made out of wood, and its durability was still lacking a little bit.

　　Cong Gang reclined on the simple wooden bed, quietly watching Feng Xinglang who crashed into the door.

　　"Feng Xinglang, why are you so mad now?"

　　Before Cong Gang could finish speaking, Feng Xinglang had already rushed over without saying a word, suppressing the Cong Gang who did not have time to react.

　　Perhaps it was not because Cong Gang did not react in time, but he did not expect that Feng Xinglang would … It was so secretive.

　　"Cong Gang, where's my son?"

　　had already checked downstairs just now, and there was no trace of her son on his bed.

　　Feng Xinglang suppressed Cong Gang and asked violently. The breath that was in his mouth was sprayed on Cong Gang's face, almost touching the bridge of his nose.

　　At that time, Cong Gang's thought process had instantly slowed down by half a beat; when Feng Xinglang had pulled his upper body out of the quilt, it was as if he had regained his consciousness.

　　"What about the USB drive?"