Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 2200

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Feng Xinglang gave Basong a cold glare, then calmly continued to eat his minced meat and corn cake and mycelia soup.

"At the bend of the road that leads to death, Yan Bang was unable to drift properly, and with the slippery parts of the rain, then … "Then he broke the fence and fell down!"

Hearing Basong's description, it seemed to be very relaxed. Judging from his breathing, however, he must have been acting relaxed.

Feng Xinglang stopped eating for a while, staring at Basong with his sharp eyes, "What did you say? Yan Bang, he … He fell into the valley? "

"Hm!" Even the car and its people fell off! "

Basong secretly heaved a sigh of relief. After all, there were people who cared a lot about Feng Xinglang's reaction after hearing the news about Yan Bang.

"Then... Then is Yan Bang alive or dead? "

Feng Xinglang asked. The back of his hand, holding the spoon, was bruised with tension.

"Of course... Dead! A man and a car smashed down from such a high distance … I don't think there's even a complete corpse! "

Basong knew that he shouldn't be smiling. To be exact, he was not laughing inside, but wanted to get infected by Feng Xinglang and relax with him. He wanted President Feng to face Yan Bang's death in a very calm manner.

With a 'clang' sound, the spoon in Feng Xinglang's hand fell into the soup bowl. He stared at Basong with his sharp eyes, and spoke word by word coldly: "Basong, are you joking with me?"

"President Feng, how could I dare joke around with you? There were people from Yulong City here before, but Old Mo told me that you were not allowed to see them when you were sleeping, so I asked him a few more questions! The police have already found Yan Bang's body. "

Feng Xinglang was quiet for a long time, his hands uncontrollably clenched into fists.

Glancing at the silent Feng Xinglang, Basong curled his lips and said: "That Yulong City man also said that Yan Bang's woman is dead."

"Yan Bang's woman?" Feng Xinglang was startled again, "Are you talking about Nina?"

"Yes!" It's Nina! The one who was your secretary before! "

"She... How did she die? In the same car as Yan Bang? " Feng Xinglang asked.

"That's not true! She died in Yulong City, as if she was murdered … The police are already involved in the investigation! " Basong told Feng Xinglang everything he had heard.

"Nina, she … "She also …"

Feng Xinglang felt pain in his heart once again. Nina has been his secretary for more than ten years: knowing him, appreciating him, and doing business so well that no one else can match her, how could she end up like this?!

Suddenly thinking about something, Feng Xinglang ignored his sadness and anxiously asked: That … Then what about Wuyang? How is Yan Wuyang? "

"Yan Wuyang? Are you talking about Yan Bang's son? This... "I didn't hear about it from the person who came to see you …"

Without waiting for Basong to finish speaking, Feng Xinglang quickly jumped up and ran towards the living room's door. Shua!

He almost tripped on the slippers that were not on his feet. Feng Xinglang directly kicked away the slippers and rushed out barefooted.

"President Feng... President Feng, where are you going? You haven't worn your shoes yet! "

When he took President Feng's shoes and chased after him, the Lexus had already shot out of the courtyard like an arrow that had left the bow.

Nina really did understand Feng Xinglang. She knew that Feng Xinglang would definitely think of her son Wuyang after finding out about the bad news between her and Yan Bang. As long as Feng Xinglang would think of it, he would definitely go to the Yulong City to find him. Although the Yulong City was no longer the Yulong City, Feng Xinglang's face was still useful. It used to work because he was a brother of Boss Yan who could wear the same pants with him, but now it worked because of his ill.u.s.trious status …

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Nina's body had already been sent to the court for examination. The police officers left behind in the Yulong City were taking pictures to obtain evidence.

Feng Xinglang immediately rushed towards the living area. Chen Lao San was waiting downstairs.

"President Feng, you're finally here …"

Feng Xinglang recognized Third Elder Chen. He was one of Baotou's subordinates and could be considered the Third Master of the Yulong City. This person had a very low profile and seemed to have a grey background. It was just that Feng Xinglang couldn't really remember.

"When did it happen? Why did Nina die? And Yan Bang, who murdered them? "

"Last night … About eleven o'clock! With two black masks, maybe more than that, they came to block President Yan … I heard one of them call the other seventeen. "

Upon hearing the name 'seventeen', a layer of sullenness covered Feng Xinglang's sharp eyes.

"Madam Yan was shot to death to save the President Yan. After I helped him escape, he actually fell down the valley along with his carriage …"

Feng Xinglang was stunned in place for a few seconds, then slowly asked with his breath: "Then what about Wuyang? Where is Wuyang? "

"I still haven't found it! Maybe … Maybe he was already taken away by that person called Seventeen, and wanted to cut the gra.s.s at its roots! "

After hearing him say that, Feng Xinglang immediately turned and ran towards the Yulong City's entrance, because he knew who the seventeen fingers Chen Lao San was referring to were.

But Feng Xinglang only walked for seven or eight years before he stopped, he thought for a moment, then immediately turned and flew towards Yan Bang's living room.

Chen Lao San followed Feng Xinglang to Yan Bang's living room.

"Have you checked the bas.e.m.e.nt of Yulong City?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I've already looked for them, but I can't find them!" There are no traces of fighting in the living room, I think Wuyang was probably knocked unconscious and taken away!

"No!" "If I were a river..."

Feng Xinglang forcibly swallowed the word 'town' back down his throat, "If I had come here with that guy called Seventeen to murder Yan Bang, I definitely wouldn't have brought a 'disaster' away, and it would have been reasonable for me to cut the weeds at its roots!"

"What do you mean. Wuyang was already killed by the black masks? "

Feng Xinglang remained silent with a gloomy face. Of course he didn't want it to be true. Because Wuyang was the only bloodline that Yan Bang had left in this world. Even if Yan Bang had a pig's brain, Nina was not. Judging from the fight that Chen had just described, Nina was surrounded by people when she was about to die

There were no little Wuyang s. Presumably, she wasn't stupid enough to take her son with her.

"Wuyang... Wuyang... His G.o.dfather was here... Wuyang... Are you there? "Father is here..."

After Feng Xinglang entered the living room, he started to shout out the little Wuyang's name. He was the one who created the little guy with Nina and could be considered half a father to Yan Wuyang.

Although Yan Bang's living room had undergone a large transformation, some familiar memories still remained.

Relying on his memories, Feng Xinglang stopped in front of a wall that should have been embedded with a safe.

"Wuyang... Wuyang... His G.o.dfather was here... Are you there? "

Feng Xinglang curled his fingers and knocked on the tightly sewn wall.

After a series of mechanical turning sounds, there were a few more clicks, and then a small hidden door opened up on the smooth wall.

"G.o.dfather..." A faint murmur. When Feng Xinglang saw Yan Wuyang using her small hands to block the light from her eyes, her heart immediately turned red.