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　　Chapter 358: I wish you a pleasant date!

　　It took three minutes for the two men to get back to business.

　　"Are you sure you want to date Lan Youyou?" Cong Gang asked.

　　"Hm!" Beautiful women can always please a man! What's more, Lan Youyou is such an outrageous item. "(TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU)) Feng Xinglang said indifferently.

　　"Have a nice date!"

　　Cong Gang stood up and turned to leave.

　　"You have to come with me!"

　　Feng Xinglang ordered.

　　"I am not interested in beauties! It's better for you to amuse yourself. " Cong Gang did not even turn around.

　　Anything that Cong Gang did not want to do, any form of coercion from Feng Xinglang would be useless. Cong Gang was different from Ye Xiaonian, he would have to complete the mission that Feng Xinglang gave him.

　　Feng Xinglang once again felt that after he had settled the Hetun, he would have to destroy the bridge after he crossed the river with Cong Gang.

　　Not only was Cong Gang not able to make his master's image s.h.i.+ne like Ye Xiaonian, but she would even start a conflict with him from time to time!

　　The effect of the anesthetic on his body had already pa.s.sed, and the pain of the backlash caused Feng Xinglang to gasp.

　　Feng Xinglang really wanted Cong Gang to give him a few injections of Du Leng Ding, but Cong Gang had long disappeared.

　　Following Cong Gang's departure, his haunted house looked even more like a ghost house, as if there was a gale that could make people s.h.i.+ver from its cold.

　　Feng Xinglang stood up with all his might, and with every step he took, his body would strongly feedback the pain of him shouting at the top of his lungs.

　　It had only been a dozen or so steps from the sofa to the main entrance and Feng Xinglang was already covered in sweat.

　　Thinking about that lady whose body was drenched in blood, Feng Xinglang took a deep breath, and then opened the door and walked out.

　　Deep autumn was also the beginning of winter.

　　The cold was oppressive. Especially his injured body, he had a deeper understanding of it.

　　Feng Xinglang liked the feeling of the strong wind pa.s.sing through his lungs. But at this moment, the wind was bone-piercing.

　　The long path was covered with layers of fallen leaves. There was a tinge of desolation on the beauty.

　　Perhaps the fallen leaves do not want to fall from the tall branches, but there is nothing to fight against the laws of nature!

　　Fallen Leaf knew that his arms were not even close to his thighs, but some people did not!