golden wings

Because I know you will come.

When Feng Chengyi said these words, he seemed to see the handsome man standing in front of him and opened his hands, as if he felt the hand around his waist was constantly moving, as if he felt that the man was noble The irrepressible desire in his eyes.

Feng Chengyi smiled again.

Everyone was even more intoxicated by the various styles of Fengchengyi.

Thinking that I know you will come, it seems to others to say: I am waiting for you to come.

That sentence carried a meaningful invitation, two people's identification of love, and at the same time, two people's deep sinking.

Through the screen, Feng Chengyu seems to be able to feel Feng Chengyi's figure is next to him, and can feel the golden provocative look at him, and the sexy lips are overflowing: Daddy, your sentiment is only a little ?

Just like this, Feng Chengyu had an irrepressible urge.

After moistening his throat, the protruding voice was a little hoarse again: "Do you like this gift?"

The elegant realization looked closely at the man on the screen, with a confident and proud expression revealing Feng Chengyu's unique charm.

"I don't like it." The appraisal voice was the same as a year ago: I don't like you, but I love you.

I do not like.

Because of his words, the crowd became noisy again, oh my god, they didn't like it, there should be no one in this world who doesn't like this gift.

"What I like is the person who gave the gift, and that gift happened to be from him, so I like it." Feng Chengyi's unreserved confession made Feng Chengyu's heart feel the highest point, at this moment He really wanted to tear apart the space to go to Baby's side, and then ruthlessly pressed Baby under him, but thinking about his current situation, if he passed, he would definitely be crushed by Baby.

Why didn't anyone tell him that gods would catch a cold even when they came to the human world.

"I like your liking." Feng Chengyu's deep voice also contained a smile: "This time, I bought the shares of Youen Group under Feng Chengyi's personal name. If you want to play, baby, you can... "Feng Chengyu was interrupted by Feng Chengyi before he finished speaking.

"Someone once asked me where my home is, if I want to tell you in front of you." Feng Chengyi paused and adjusted his emotions: "Daddy, where are you, Feng Chengyi's home is."

Wherever you are, Daddy, that's where Feng Chengyi's home is.

Immediately, countless videos of these words appeared on the Internet all over the world. A performance by Youn Bank undoubtedly pushed the stock of Youn Group to the top. It is a pity that there were no journalists present this time, otherwise all The cover characters of World Weekly are definitely Feng Chengyi and Feng Chengyu.

However, the conversation between them was recorded and put on the Internet.

Some people even use this as a confession dialogue to their lover.

Feng Chengyi sat in the office of Youn Bank.

"Master Yi, it seems that people are still saving money outside." Maupassant had already recovered from the shock just now, that conversation was not like a conversation between father and son, it was clearly a love language between lovers.

Homosexuality is a very common thing at this time, but father-son love is indeed unseen and unheard of.

But for some reason, when he knew that they were a couple, Maupassant suddenly felt that everything was logical. Although it was the first time he picked up the man on the screen, Maupassant believed that the man was the man who commanded the entire Fengcheng Group.

The handsomeness of the man is matched with the beauty of Master Yi, the domineering of the man is matched with the accompanying of Master Yi, the arrogance of the man is matched with the confidence of Master Yi.

There didn't seem to be any flaws between them, only this god-like man could hold such a holy boy in his arms.

"Where is that person?" Feng Chengyi knew what Maupassant was thinking at the moment, and he didn't care. From the moment he decided to fall in love with Feng Chengyi, he never paid attention to those worldly views, and Yu Naturally even more so. Is dismissive.

Feng Chengyi is so lucky to have Feng Cheng Yu.

"Outside." Maupassant quickly regained consciousness and brought the man in.

The bodyguard walked in with a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"This?" Eun Kerritt looked at Feng Chengyi with some doubts. After all, Eun Kerritt is not a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he will naturally see a lot after living a long time, but he never thought of Feng Chengyu and Feng Chengyi. Cheng Yi would be in this kind of relationship, but he couldn't help but feel a little comforted. Fortunately, he didn't hurt Feng Chengyi at that time, otherwise the man's power is definitely beyond the imagination of the world, just connected to the satellite connection of Ewen Bank , and you can know every move here.

"Don't tell me, you don't know him anymore?" Feng Chengyi said to Eun Kerritt with a hint of ridicule.

"Of course not, this person is one of those people who said in the crowd that they wanted to withdraw money." Eun Corritt said that, as if he suddenly thought of something: "What do you mean?"

Approval flashed across Feng Chengyi's eyes, this man is indeed not simple, but he can be sure that this man is not an enemy.

"You are an elder, what do you think should be done?" Feng Chengyi suddenly became humble.

Then his modesty made Eun Kerrit even more frightened. The boy's seemingly ordinary words were obviously testing him.

"You are the patriarch, so I should listen to you." Eunkerit also became polite at the same time.

Maupassant looked at Eun Colette in disbelief. This old guy was very arrogant even when the patriarch Ao was around, but the patriarch Ao had a cold temper. Usually, as long as he didn't hinder him, he usually didn't bother to pay attention.

"Really?" Feng Chengyi raised his eyebrows, unceremoniously accepting Eunkerit's words.

The elegant body sat on the sofa motionless like a proud jaguar, but what he said made the 40-year-old middle-aged man tremble uncontrollably.

"I have a friend who is very interested in research. He studied a person's heart 9 years ago. He was very curious about how a chip was placed in the heart, but the person did not die. In fact, I was also curious. , because the person he was studying was just a dead body at that time, I want to tell him now that he has this opportunity, and it is a living specimen, he must be interested.” These things kept making the middle-aged man in his 40s tremble, even around him. Maupassant and Eun Corritt couldn't help but feel a little cool.

This boy looks harmless, but he is actually pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Feng Chengyi looked at the man's trembling body with satisfaction, then leisurely took out his mobile phone and dialed, and deliberately put the phone on speaker: "I'm Fei Si."

Faith's mellow voice came from the phone.

"I have a living heart specimen here, are you interested?" The family members who have lived for more than 10 years can know what the other is thinking as long as they speak to each other.

For Fengchengyi, Feith naturally knows very well: "Keep the living body fresh, I'm booking a ticket to come here now, oh, I almost forgot, I'm holding a medical seminar in Los Angeles now, I don't need to book a ticket, wait for me for 5 hours (from It takes about 6 hours from Los Angeles to New York)." After speaking, Feith hung up the phone.

Feng Chengyi hugged Xiaobai in his arms and began to wait patiently. His slender hands gently stroked Xiaobai's soft and snow-white hair. The middle-aged man's body was shaking more and more violently.

Maupassant and Eun Kerritt also couldn't help but began to wonder if Feng Chengyi's phone call was real.

Six hours passed, and it seemed that he hadn't waited for someone to come. The heart of the middle-aged man was slightly relieved. At this moment, Feng Chengyi's cell phone started ringing again.

"What, you forgot to bring the scalpel, and bought a set at a nearby place, how can that be?" Feng Chengyi disapproved all over his face, "If it's not a professional scalpel, if you don't like it, you want to bring it Are the living specimens dying of pain?" When Feng Chengyi said this, he smiled maliciously, and sure enough, the middle-aged man's body began to tremble again, and it was even more trembling than before.

"You don't care about being tortured to death. Since it's up to you, I don't care anyway. Oh, by the way, I happened to be carrying the scalpel you gave me last time. You don't have to buy it. Come here quickly." , Okay, 5 minutes? Yes. No problem." Feng Chengyi hung up the phone after speaking, and at the same time took out the scalpel he played with before to prove the authenticity of what he said just now.

When the middle-aged man saw the scalpel, he collapsed on the ground with a "boom", and couldn't wait for Feith five minutes later.

"I said it, I said it..." the man said with a trembling voice.

"Really? It's better to wait for my friend to come. I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed to refuse him when the time comes. Anyway, it's only a few minutes." Feng Chengyi pretended to be a little embarrassed.

"No, I don't want to be dissected. I can say anything, please let me go. I can say anything." The man crawled over and grabbed Feng Chengyi's feet, pleading bitterly.

Feng Chengyi deliberately thought about it, and then said with some embarrassment: "That's fine, but I don't like listening to lies."

The man nodded hastily, fearing that Feng Chengyi would repent.

"Maupassant, you all go out, no one is allowed to come in without my order, you go and guard the door." Feng Chengyi's cold voice overflowed.

With his sudden overflowing voice, the scene became a bit colder. Maupassant pondered for a while, then nodded.

It doesn't matter to Youn Kerritt, anyway, he doesn't care if Youen Group Pharmaceuticals is fine, it would be better for someone above to solve the matter, so he left Youn Bank with a bored face.

"Before you speak, close your eyes." Feng Chengyi said to the middle-aged man. Although the middle-aged man was afraid, he still closed his eyes obediently.

When the man's eyes were closed, golden power emitted from Feng Chengyi's palm, and that golden power penetrated into the middle-aged man's chest, then the golden power disappeared again, and a chip appeared in Feng Chengyi's palm.

It was exactly as he imagined.

"You can open your eyes and talk now." Feng Chengyi uttered a voice, seeing that the middle-aged man's crotch had already started to pee out of fear.

"Actually... I'm actually in the Ghoat (ghost) bar. Our boss, the ghost owner, ordered me to come here to take out the money deposited in the bar in Youn Bank. The ghost owner said that not only I want to withdraw it, but also call It's just a matter of others taking it together." The middle-aged man said tremblingly while biting his white lips.

Feng Chengyi knew that the middle-aged man was not lying, because the man mentioned the Ghoat bar. He remembered that this bar was the place where Maupassant said before that it was the place where Il appeared from the Hall of Ao, and it was also the place where Uncle Ao disappeared last.

Looks like the occupant of Ghoat's bar can't wait for him to pass.

Originally, Feng Chengyi planned to go there, but he didn't expect the other party's heart to be so anxious, what happened to make the other party's heart so anxious?

Games may not just be games for the Eun family.

Feng Chengyi suddenly smiled and said: Survival and death are indeed a question worth considering.

Then Feng Chengyi called Maupassant in, take this away, as if nothing had happened, Feng Chengyi played with the chip in his hand.

"By the way, what kind of bar is Ghoat Bar?" Looking at the time, it was already 5 o'clock. At this time, Feng Chengyi felt that there was no need to go back to Youn Castle, and he would come out later anyway.

Maupassant had long known that Fengchengyi would ask this question, so he slowly opened his mouth: "From the outside, Ghoat Bar is a very ordinary bar, open on time from 10:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, but the business in the bar It’s very good, whether it’s a first-class bartender or an outstanding boy messenger, and there is no distinction between high and low status in it, you can play and tease at will, some people call it gay, but there are still Another name." Maupassant paused for a while when he said this, he didn't know why he suddenly felt a cold feeling, which he had never felt before, but it suddenly appeared today.

"Oh, what's the name?" Feng Chengyi asked curiously, because he saw Maupassant's flash of melancholy, and he was a little puzzled, was Maupassant afraid?

Maupassant's breathing also suddenly became a little tense: "That name is hell."

hell?

Feng Chengyi didn't understand why a bar called Hell was something to be afraid of. The current name was originally chosen in a random way. Where there is hell, there is heaven. It's just for fun.

But looking at Maupassant's expression, this is definitely not as simple as a simple name.

"Why is it called Hell?" Feng Chengyi knows that what is not simple should be the origin of the name. No matter what it is, there is always a story behind it. The name of the story may be easy to forget, but the content of the story can be enriched. human heart.

Feng Chengyi thinks about the story behind hell, which is more "touching".