Did Old Devil Ando really make a move in the end?

　　He actually took action while Feng Xinglang was not around!

　　He had rashly gone to meet old man Anten, and it had seemed more like a scheme of his!

　　Feng Xinglang stumbled as he rushed towards the living quarters, pulling apart the surrounding security, he saw Yan Bang leaning on the Lamborghini.

　　"Bon... Yan Bang! "

　　Feng Xinglang threw himself over, and half knelt on the ground to check on Yan Bang's injuries, "Peng, where are your injuries? Can you talk? "

　　Hearing Feng Xinglang's urgent shouts, Yan Bang thought that it was an illusion that appeared before his death. Because he really wanted to see Feng Xinglang one last time.

　　He raised his head, and when he saw that it was really Feng Xinglang, he laughed with difficulty.

　　"Lang... I've finally waited for you. "

　　Feng Xinglang quickly held Yan Bang's upper body, which was about to fall to the ground, and let him rest his head on his shoulder, preventing Yan Bang from drooping.

　　"Bon... "Where is the injury?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked anxiously.

　　"Head!" It's the head! "

　　Shao Yuanjun, who was at the side, was completely shocked as he replied, "Something had pierced the back of President Yan's head … … It should be something like a steel needle! President Yan, he … He's been waiting for you to come over … "

　　The usually calm Shao Yuanjun started to cry softly before he finished speaking.

　　Feng Xinglang gently touched the back of Yan Bang's head and felt a bit of viscous water on his hair. It should be blood that leaked out from his wound;

　　"Lang... To meet you for the last time. Even if I die, I will be able to close my eyes in peace! "

　　Yan Bang used almost all of his strength to hug Feng Xinglang.

　　Feng Xinglang tightly hugged onto Yan Bang's upper body, which had been falling even lower than before. Hold on! The ambulance is coming! I won't let you die! Did you hear that? I will not let you die! "

　　Tightly hugging back, allowing them to be so close to each other, Yan Bang was easily able to touch Feng Xinglang's face.

　　"Lang, promise me one thing …"

　　"I don't want to agree to anything!" Leave your own business to you to deal with. I don't want to hear it! "

　　Feng Xinglang held Yan Bang tightly, rubbing her cheek against his; as if she wanted to transmit the heat of her body to him.