By the time Yan Bang left, the entire city of Shen had been shrouded in a morning light.

Accustomed to being natural, the Bugatti that galloped out of Dragon City roared away in the direction of the Feng family.

But when he was fast forward to the community bayonet, he turned around and left.

It's as if I've already said goodbye to them.

After more than an hour of traffic jams in the hustle and bustle of the city during rush hour, Bugatti made a big turn and chose an off-the-beaten-path road to speed away.

It's just that Feng Xinglang didn't expect that on the road to the haunted house, a smart roadblock was set up.

As a last resort, Feng Xinglang had to get out of Bugatiri and walk. Fortunately, it is only a kilometer or two away from Cong Gang's haunted house. Just take a break and look at the scenery.

As far as I can remember, there were never roadblocks here; But judging from the old state of this smart barricade, it should have been set up for seven or eight years.

When Feng Xinglang came here before, this smart barricade had never been touched, so why is it weird today?

Glancing at the haunted house not far away, Feng Xinglang wandered in the contradiction between entering and not entering.

Anyway, he is also a master, so he took the initiative to please Cong Gang to say goodbye to this dog, which is really out of style.

Of course, he can also think about it from another angle: because he Feng Xinglang pays attention to the brotherhood with Cong Gang.

Well, these are all disguises!

In fact, Feng Xinglang's real purpose of coming here has nothing to do with brotherly love!

He's going to be in this haunted house for nothing! Today will be no exception.

At a distance of more than 1,000 meters, Feng Xinglang stopped and stopped, taking a look at the spring that was gradually becoming stronger around him, and his mood seemed to be a lot brighter.

Perhaps the scenery has not changed, but the mood of the people is very different. It didn't seem too late until this moment to realize it.

The picture on the surveillance screen is not very clear.

But that Bugatti was really glaring.

This provocative Bugatti, there are only two of the same model in the entire Shencheng. One was parked in Yan Bang's Imperial Dragon City, and the other was driven by Feng Xinglang.

And the same Bugatti that Feng Xinglang drove over was given to him by Yan Bang not long ago.

Therefore, in Cong Gang's eyes, it was really dazzling! It was so glad that he didn't want the car to come near his territory.

Therefore, Cong just activated the smart barricade against Feng Xinglang.

Stepping on fallen leaves and dead branches, Feng Xinglang's steps were not light. It stems from his strong physique, and from his heavy heart at this moment.

said that he wanted to find a quiet place to be clean for a few days, but Feng Xinglang was not coaxing Yan Bang. It's just that he didn't want to tell Yan Bang that he was going to a clean place.

The villa covered by creepers in the sun still looks very lonely and depressed without the weirdness of the night.

Surprisingly, the door to the villa was just a cover. Even knocking on the door is saved.

Here in Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang doesn't need to pretend to be a gentleman. Of course, Feng Xinglang has rarely been a gentleman.

Occasionally, when he is a gentleman, he is just a complete yuppie.

Different species of orchids have different aromas.

For example, the aroma of the four-season orchid is stronger; The fragrance of Mo Lan is like the fragrance of osmanthus; The fragrance of Chunlan is the purest and is typical of the fragrance. However, some spring orchids only have a faint fragrance, and some spring orchids have no fragrance.

Feng Xinglang doesn't hate such a fragrance, it seems to be there, and it smells like it can be regarded as cultivating sentiment.

The clear and delicate orchid swept between Feng Xinglang's fingers, like a woman's caressing.

Cong Gang was not in the living room.

However, judging from the layout of the living room, Cong Gang should have been there an hour ago.

Went grocery shopping?

Feng Xinglang's mood was not happy, and at least he was calm.

When I entered the kitchen, the pots and pans were neatly aligned, and the smell of home came to my face.

Feng Xinglang, who is a little machismo, still looks down on the men who fiddle with these pots and pans!

Feng Xinglang has always felt that these pots and pans are only suitable for women to serve.

I always feel that men's hands are used to conquer the world and conquer women, not to fiddle with these pots and pans.

In the double-door refrigerator, the food is almost always available, and it is very fresh.

It's like this fresh milk, the production date is yesterday. Feng Xinglang took out the bottle of fresh milk and poured a few sips directly into his mouth.

When looking around, Feng Xinglang saw the purple clay pot that was being kept warm on the stove.

stepped forward to open it and took a look, Feng Xinglang's handsome face instantly frowned slightly: It turned out to be porridge?

Right! Feng Xinglang is not mistaken, the purple casserole = the pot is indeed porridge.

For a high-level carnivore like Feng Xinglang, a pot of porridge could not arouse his interest.

It's just that the aroma of this porridge is really refreshing. Feng Xinglang couldn't help but flip the pot a few times with a spoon, and found several precious ingredients that nourished the stomach and spleen.

So, Feng Xinglang reluctantly served himself a bowl and began to eat carelessly.

This bowl of porridge that nourishes the stomach and strengthens the spleen is quite viscous and glutinous, and the feeling in the mouth is quite good. Feng Xinglang drank two bowls before stopping.

After eating, Feng Xinglang realized: What if Cong Gang, the bastard, poisoned himself?

After all, Feng Xinglang didn't know Cong Gang very well. I always feel that Cong Gang is so mysterious that he doesn't look like an earthling!

After drinking the porridge, Feng Xinglang squinted for a while on the sofa in the living room full of potted plants, for more than two hours, but he couldn't wait for Cong Gang, and Feng Xinglang became a little dry.

After a 'visit' around, Feng Xinglang returned to the kitchen, ready to find something to eat to replenish his stomach that he often shouted...... But I found out strangely: the bowl that I had drunk porridge and threw on the table two hours ago was actually washed and cleaned up.

What does this mean?

Paranormal events?

Of course, Feng Xinglang didn't believe in any ghosts and gods.

Part-time work?

More unlikely! No part-time worker could be so quiet that he didn't even alarm Feng Xinglang, so he came to the kitchen to wash the dishes he had eaten.

Don't guess, it must be Cong Gang's bastard!

Cong Gang is a dog, where is this singing? Obviously in the house, but still have to play this weird game of hide and seek with yourself?

Is he studying his Feng Xinglang's IQ?

Still is......

Feng Xinglang, who returned to the living room, already had an answer: Cong Gang did not leave this villa!

But he didn't want to come out to meet Feng Xinglang!

It's okay to be rejected again and again before, but this time, that dog thing doesn't even want to meet him?

Feng Xinglang felt that his fist was really itchy.

I want to beat someone!

But Cong Gang is not the kind of character that Feng Xinglang can beat if he wants to!

Feng Xinglang really wanted to burn down a haunted house with a fire, but he still held back.

I shouldn't be angry with those innocent flowers and plants, but I am angry if I don't get angry!

In general, Feng Xinglang still pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade.

He didn't smash those delicate flowers, but chose two pots of relatively tenacious pothos and curly cypress in his life and smashed them, and then left Cong Gang's haunted house with a brisk walk.

He told Cong Gang who was hiding from him in such a simple and brutal way:

Lao Tzu has been here, Lao Tzu is angry, you know the consequences!