Recast youth

Chapter 1231

When Feng Sande received Ye Feng's call, he was accompanying Pan Kun to keep vigil at the gate of Li Jia's community. It was not that he liked the job, but the express delivery station was also closed now.

Feng Sande was bored at home alone, so he came over to keep vigil with Pan Kun.

"Boss, it's so late today, why did you remember to call me? Are you missing me? If so, I will buy a ticket to accompany you tomorrow." Feng Sande answered the phone and said happily.

Ye Feng did not beat around the bush with Feng Sande and said on the phone: "Feng Zheng was shot."

Feng Sande was startled, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. Then he laughed again and said nonchalantly: "If you get shot, just get shot. This means that he is not lazy or embarrassing me."

Pan Kun on the side heard the word "shot" and couldn't help but look over, and looked at Feng Sande. This usually rude old man, at this time, the hand that was not holding the phone kept rubbing back and forth.

Obviously, Feng Sande was not as indifferent as he said on the phone.

Ye Feng also knew about Feng Sande's urinary nature and his tough-tongued character, so he didn't bother to say anything to him, and continued: "The shooter has been caught, and I will keep him in jail."

"Boss, you can make the decision on this little matter. I don't understand. As for that piece of shit Feng Zheng, you don't have to care too much about him no matter what decision you make. He is just a cheap person with a very cheap life."

Feng Sande still said nonchalantly.

"Okay, I'm just calling to tell you to hang up first." Ye Feng was in a irritable mood now. Hearing Feng Sande's tone, he got a little angry. He didn't know how to ask Feng Zheng's injury and whether it was serious.

It's really a dead duck with a hard mouth.

Therefore, Ye Feng deliberately did not tell Feng Sande about Feng Zheng's injury on the phone, but deliberately worried him, even though he was obviously very worried, he also pretended to be indifferent.

in the car.

Feng Sande looked at the phone and hung up, hesitated to speak, but finally put away the phone, and then opened the plywood on the passenger seat, which contained a bag for the CD.

Feng Sande fiddled with putting the disc into the CD drive: "It's such a late night, I really can't live without watching some movies."

Pan Kun turned off the car display, turned to look at Feng Sande and asked: "No, mistress, I didn't tell you, and you didn't even ask Feng Zheng how he was injured. You are too worried. After all, he is also your nephew."

"What is there to ask?"

"You really don't care?"

Pan Kun turned his head and looked at Feng Sande: "I see that when Mr. Ye received the call just now, Mr. Ye, you were rubbing your hands."

"The weather is hot and I sweat a lot, so there will be more dust."

He felt a little uncomfortable, this guy Pan Kun kept staring at him.

"Oh, you are really staring at a grown man like me."

Feng Sande turned around helplessly and said to Pan Kun: "Since the boss called me, it means that he is already feeling very sorry. If I keep my anxious tone, won't the boss feel even more uncomfortable?"

"And if Feng Zheng really needs something, the boss will tell me. Since he didn't tell me, then don't ask. Why bother bothering the boss anymore? It's okay to worry about it yourself."

Then Feng Sande lit a cigarette, held the cigarette with two fingers in a representative gesture, took a puff and said: "Besides, whatever happens to a person is fate, just let nature take its course." Pan Kun didn't I agree with Feng Sande’s statement: “You have to fight for your life. How can there be no destiny? So if someone encounters a car accident when they go out, is it their destiny?”

"Don't tell me, if he gets into a car accident when he goes out, he really deserves this fate."

Feng Sande pretended to count his fingers and said seriously.

"..."

Pan Kun was speechless immediately.

……

Yanjing Hospital.

Ye Feng had just finished hanging up the phone when a middle-aged man came over from the other end of the corridor. This middle-aged man was none other than Wang Chengzhi who had just come out of Yang Yanhui's place.

Putting aside some of the emperor's disciples, he can be regarded as a powerful figure in Yanjing, with a net worth of over [-] billion, which is different from the market value of many Internet company bosses with a net worth of [-] billion.

Wang Chengzhi’s net worth is real money.

Wang Chengzhi also saw Ye Feng. Although he had never met Ye Feng, his first instinct was that the person standing in the corridor making the phone call was Ye Feng.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ye?"

Wang Chengzhi laughed, walked towards Ye Feng with a kind face, and asked with a smile.

"you are?"

Ye Feng asked expressionlessly.

"Hello, I am Wang Chengzhi, Wang Yitong's father."

Wang Chengzhi confirmed Ye Feng's identity, stretched out his hand, and smiled kindly to shake hands with Ye Feng, but Ye Feng did not extend his hand, and Wang Chengzhi was not annoyed. He still had the ability to be happy and angry but not expressive.

Wang Chengzhi naturally put his hands down again, and then said apologetically: "Mr. Ye, I just heard about what Yitong did to you this afternoon, and now I come here to apologize to you."

"There's no need to apologize, just go back."

When Ye Feng heard that the man in front of him was Wang Yitong's father, he immediately had nothing to say to him and turned around to go back to the ward. Ye Feng knew the purpose of Wang Chengzhi's visit without even asking.

"Mr. Ye, wait a minute, I'll delay you for a few minutes."

Seeing that Ye Feng was unwilling to talk, Wang Chengzhi quickly stood in front of Ye Feng and said apologetically: "I also know that what Yitong did to you was excessive and violated the law. In fact, in my heart, I wanted to beat him to death. This kind of illegal behavior He can actually do things, but please understand my feelings as a father. After all, he is my son. If something happens now, I can't ignore it..."

"so what?"

Ye Feng interrupted Wang Chengzhi's next words, frowned, and asked displeasedly: "So what do you want to do? You want to persuade me to let your son go?"

(End of this chapter)