The taste of waiting was not pleasant.

　　The torment in his heart and the tension in his body made Feng Xinglang feel a little uncomfortable.

　　A cigarette was nibbled between his thin lips and slowly lit. He took a deep breath and then used his bony fingers to lift it away from his lips. It took him a long time before he finally let out a small cloud of smoke; what remained in his mouth was loneliness, exhaling or not.

　　Feng Xinglang was not used to waiting for someone. But sometimes the cruel reality would force him to wait!

　　Thinking back now, it was truly hard to believe: he actually waited for that woman called Lin Xueluo for five years, day after day, year after year.

　　Fortunately, the result made his wait worth it!

　　His woman had returned, and had even brought back his love with her!

　　To a certain extent, the appearance of his son Nuonuo, this new life form, had eliminated most of the hatred and depression in Feng Xinglang's heart!

　　There was also that woman's persistence in loving him, which secretly infected him, making him want to put the past aside with her and embrace the future.

　　This woman's tenacity and beauty was like a warm sun that seeped into the depths of Feng Xinglang's soul, slowly warming his heart of hatred …

　　Except love, kins.h.i.+p. He seemed to need something else, something similar to friends.h.i.+p!

　　Although a certain someone had always been a bodyguard or a follower in Feng Xinglang's eyes, they were at most a s.h.i.+eld or bulletproof vest.

　　But now, he was actually waiting for such a person! Furthermore, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d might not even give him that much face!

　　The smoke burnt off in his fingers. He didn't bother using the ashtray that was within his reach, and directly pressed it to the rack beside him.

　　Perhaps this way of messing things up would be able to slightly counteract the dry, angry feeling he felt from waiting.

　　He really dared to come!

　　In the dark, a pair of dark eyes swept over someone on the sofa; the silence was like a silent sculpture.

　　Except for the eyes. The pair of dark eyes were dyed with a thread of jumping light. Extremely vivid!

　　He left him to wash his face 99 times, and left him with the dignity of the last step!

　　Was he experiencing dignity now?

　　It didn't seem like such a thing!

　　He felt like he had never had any dignity in this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's eyes!

　　Since there was no dignity in this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's eyes … Then he could only look for his own dignity!

　　Perhaps, from the moment he stepped into the Shen City, he no longer had any dignity left!

　　What was he doing back? Was it to be his s.h.i.+eld? Bulletproof vest? Or was it just a few curses from him from time to time to vent some of his manic feelings?

　　You're still there? Was she provoking him? But why did it feel like he was being ridiculed!

　　If he didn't come, he probably wouldn't be able to do it himself! Isn't it?