Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Chapter 1103

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Chapter 1103 - Kneeling for three days

Feng Xinglang covered his head with Yan Bang's shirt.

Yan Bang who had his shirt ripped off was showing off the tendons all over his body. This was the body of Schwarzenegger, and it was filled with an explosive sense of power.

"What, you still dislike yourself?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang's expression, Yan Bang was happy. He lifted his head and placed it on his lap, "It's all your own smell."

Feng Xinglang did not want to speak, he felt that his body was extremely weak.

Pain, hunger, and the foul air of chaos made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"What's wrong? "Where's the pain again?"

Yan Bang reached his warm palm into Feng Xinglang's shirt and pressed down on his internal organs.

"Bon, the life you were looking forward to. What does it look like? "

Feng Xinglang's handsome face was covered up by his shirt, and his expression could not be seen. However, such a question seemed to be too serious.

"The life I was looking forward to …"

Being asked like this by Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang was actually stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to have much hope for the future.

"You want me to speak the truth?" Yan Bang asked.

"... Then let's not talk about it anymore! "

Feng Xinglang had just asked this question and the topic that he had yet to be answered was still in its bud.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yan Bang scoffed in dissatisfaction, "You asked and are not allowed to say it?"

"Bon, if I were to force a woman to marry you, what would you do? Or resistance? "

Feng Xinglang changed to a more intuitive topic, "Just say if you want to accept it or not!"

"Accept!" "Of course!"

Yan Bang's response surprised him; but just as he was about to ask further, Yan Bang's next words made him choke in anger.

"But this woman, can only be your Lin Xueluo! That way, I would be able to sleep with your, Feng Xinglang's women and hit your, Feng Xinglang's, child! "Hahaha..."

Yan Bang's bold laughter made Feng Xinglang's hands itch. He wanted to beat his up, but he couldn't muster up the strength to do so.

"Slut!"

Feng Xinglang hissed out two words from his lips.

"I am this cheap …" Are you going to bite me? " Yan Bang laughed heartily once again.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang felt two soft and warm things land on his lips through his shirt ….

Twenty plus hours, relying only on a few mouthfuls of water to support his life.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang could be said to be feeling both hunger and pain.

But it was not convenient for him to speak.

He was very clear that with Yan Bang's personality, he would definitely yell at those ruffians to help him get something to eat.

Since these ruffians wanted to torture them, how could they happily give them food?! Maybe even a good beating. That wouldn't be worth it.

All they could do now was lower their sense of existence and quietly wait for someone to arrive.

"Hungry?" Yan Bang asked.

"I'm not hungry!"

Feng Xinglang muttered again, "Endure it!"

"Are you really waiting for God to save us?"

Just as Yan Bang was about to take off the shirt on Feng Xinglang's face, he was pushed down by Feng Xinglang.

"I told you to wait, just wait!"

Feng Xinglang's voice became more vicious, "Don't drag me down with you if you want to die! Do you understand? "

"Who is the God you are waiting for? Not your father, Hetun … "Could it be the old white man?"

There weren't many people that could contend against a major general. Other than the Hetun who loved his children dearly, the only one Yan Bang could think of was the Gentleman Bai!

"You're not waiting for Uncle Police, are you?" Yan Bang added in a humorous tone.

"The heavens must not be revealed … You need to wait obediently before you can keep your life! "

Feng Xinglang replied with a weak and calm voice.

"Is there a need to be so secretive?" It's not like I'm afraid of death! "

Yan Bang bent over and pressed his face against Feng Xinglang's forehead.

"Even if you want to die, you have to die outside! With such a small space, I don't want to fall asleep while smelling your corpse! "

"Don't worry, even if I am going to die someday, I will still eat a meal of your beautiful body!" Otherwise, your father will die with grievance! "

"Yan, I bet you won't dare!"

"..."

It was hard to tell if he was asleep or awake.

He only knew that the endless feeling of hunger that came over had caused Feng Xinglang to be exhausted. He didn't even want to talk.

In his daze, he once again heard the uniform sounds of footsteps coming from the soldiers.

Yan Bang also woke up, and following the approach of the footsteps, he pulled his embrace even tighter.

"If I dare to touch you again, I'll fight with them!"

"Calm down! Even if we have to risk our lives, you are nothing but cannon fodder! "

Feng Xinglang sat up, and started to listen for any movements outside the cabin door.

The door of the cabin was opened and a blinding light shone through.

"Our Major General invites you."

The person's words caused Feng Xinglang to heave a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't need to be beaten up. However, it was not known if the situation would get worse.

Feng Xinglang was actually able to walk. But he was still supported by Yan Bang halfway.

Showing weakness could paralyze the enemy to a certain extent and help them win more opportunities.

Besides, he had beaten her precious son into such a sorry state. If he still showed up so lively in front of her father, wouldn't he be asking for a beating?

After walking up and down the stairs for four to five minutes, they finally entered a strange room.

The whole room was in black and white. A black wooden box was placed on the desk in the middle of the room. And the portrait.

It seemed that this was undoubtedly a mourning hall.

Fang Yiyan's mother's mourning hall!

A figure behind him was bowing towards the portrait. Wisps of smoke were rising from the incense.

After hearing the noise, the figure turned around with its back to the door.

It was a well-defined, solemn face; it was tainted with the dignity and alienation of a soldier.

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: "Is this person Fang Yiyan's father, the general who abused his authority?"

It seemed like Fang Yu looked like he didn't have a father, but he looked like the woman in the portrait.

"Feng Xinglang! Yan Bang! "

His father's voice was sonorous and forceful, as if it could cause a pit to appear upon the ground.

"I, Feng, pay my respects to Major General Fang."

Feng Xinglang replied politely.

"One of you is the God of Fortune of the Shen City, the other is the local tyrant of the Shen City. The two of you are in cahoots with each other, colluding and colluding, and have been committing heinous acts in the Shen City for many years now, right?!"

Father Fang's words sounded very righteous. It felt like they were judging Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang.

"So what if I am? Are you not convinced? "

Yan Bang scoffed, "If you are not convinced, then you can only hold it in!"

"Hehe," Father Fang coldly swept a glance at Yan Bang, and lightly laughed, "This thing really doesn't know how high the sky and how deep the earth is! Do you really think you can cover the entire sky in this world? "

"It looks like it's time for me to teach you two tyrants a lesson for the citizens of Shen City!"