Leaving Repulse Bay, Feng Xinglang's mood was heavy.

A burst of suffocation hit, and I was a little breathless!

The cool evening breeze poured in through the open car window, whirring and whistling. That strength is enough to stab a person's cheeks.

The man knows that if the woman stays in the repulse bay, both mother and son will be safe.

For a man, his women and children do not choose him, but choose the protection of others, which really makes him more uncomfortable than slapping him in the face.

But for now, it seems that this is the only way to go.

The appearance of the woman holding a bone chopping knife against her neck really shocked the man's heart.

Lin Xueluo has Lin Xueluo's grievances; But Feng Xinglang also has Feng Xinglang's helplessness.

Feng Xinglang didn't know: his blind slavery and favoritism to his eldest brother Feng Lixin was indeed unfair to Lin Xueluo's woman.

Feng Xinglang also knew that Lan Youyou took advantage of the fatal weakness of being a brother and slave to make waves.

But the person Lan Youyou wanted to deal with this time was Yan Bang; And she got the punishment she deserved.

But Xueluo's mother and son became victims of the fight between Lan Youyou and Yan Bang.

From his son's two adventures: one was an attempt, and one was a thrill; made Feng Xinglang realize that there was a pair of invisible hands that were controlling and fermenting the bad effects of the photo of him and Yan Bang.

Feng Xinglang thought of someone.

A man who has been quiet lately and is not easy to notice, but who thinks of him in the cold.

The Porsche supercar is fast like a whirlwind, speeding towards the winding mountainside of Qibei Mountain Town.

This is Cong Gang's place of residence. It's bleak during the day, and it's even more eerie at night.

There were still barricades, but Feng Xinglang forcibly rushed through the bushes on one side. Even if a supercar falls apart, it can't stop Feng Xinglang from coming to Xingshi to ask about his guilt.

This night, it has been tossing for most of the night, almost two o'clock in the morning, the night is deep, and the people are quiet.

Feng Xinglang's supercar had a beautiful tail flick, and when there was already green smoke in the hood, it stopped at the door of Cong Gang's haunted house.

The haunted house is quiet.

Under the background of the dark night, it is more and more mysterious and creepy.

Feng Xinglang has been to Cong Gang's haunted house more than once, so it is not surprising.

'Bang bang bang', Feng Xinglang slammed his fist on the smart door, which was particularly harsh in the quiet dark night.

Whether it was a person or a ghost lurking in the haunted house, he was also awakened by Feng Xinglang's savage sound of slamming the door.

Perhaps the people in the house knew that someone had intruded into his territory, but they didn't bother to pay attention to the intruder's brutality and violence.

Not just slamming the door with his fists, Feng Xinglang has already started to kick with his legs. The entire smart door buzzed discontentedly.

'Click' sound, it is the sound of the dark lock being unlocked.

It means that the people in the house are awake, and it also means that the people in the house already know who is coming.

The lights in the living room came on, not bright, but dim. It blends very well with the dark night and is very comfortable for the eyes.

In the living room, Feng Xinglang didn't see Cong Gang; Most of the space is still occupied by pots and pots, flowers and plants.

You can feel the ethereal aura.

Feng Xinglang didn't have the heart to appreciate those delicate flowers and plants, he walked towards the bedroom where Cong Gang might be.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, there is a faint light, and against the backdrop of the deep corridor, a terrifying aura suddenly appears.

Feng Xinglang walked towards the slightly open master bedroom door without hesitation. He knew that there was no flood beast out of it.

There will only be that slut named Cong Gang!

It wasn't until Feng Xinglang stood upright to the side that Cong Gang seemed to have just woken up from his sleep.

The sleepy Cong Gang looks like a different kind of home.

But unfortunately, in his bedroom, or even in the entire villa where he lived, there was not the slightest trace of the woman's existence.

Sometimes the curious Feng Xinglang will also wonder: Could this Cong Gang be an alien creature? is obviously a family man, but he has a ghostly skill and behavior.

"So late...... What are you doing here? ”

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang with sleepy eyes, and sat up straight from his seat.

Feng Xinglang handed over a cigarette. It seems that he wants to use the smoke to stimulate the cells of Cong Gang who are just sleepy.

"I never smoke! You forgot? ”

Suddenly, Cong Gang's eyelids drooped, "Of course, you are not obligated to remember this." ”

Feng Xinglang brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took it in his mouth, and lit it.

Handsome man, ruffian action.

After a while, the handsome face behind the smoke was even more secretive.

"All I remember is: you like secondhand smoke!" Feng Xinglang said with a cold humor.

"......" Cong Gang was silent for a moment: it seemed that he was helpless against such a bad Feng Xinglang.

"You came to me so late just to let me breathe in your second-hand smoke?"

Cong Gang leaned his thin upper body back, and it seemed that after being a little farther away, he could see the unhappiness on Feng Xing Langjun's face more clearly.

"Haven't you been out for a walk lately? It's bustling and exciting outside! ”

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang's eyes. Piercing eyes caught his every move.

Cong Gang and Yan Bang are almost two people with extreme personalities.

One is manic and violent, and the other is unfazed.

"I've been in poor health lately, and I'm recuperating." Cong Gang remained silent.

"Not well? What disease? Feng Xinglang asked leisurely.

"Long-thinking heart disease!"

Cong Gang replied very seriously, and he didn't mean to tease Feng Xinglang at all.

"Heart disease?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "I guess your heart disease should be to get rid of Yan Bang, right?" ”

Cong Gang raised his head silently and met Feng Xinglang's gaze to examine him. He hooked his lips and smiled coldly.

"You're too high-spirited! At least so far, he hasn't made it to my list! ”

"What list? Want a list of others who die quickly? ”

Feng Xinglang raised his voice, "Take the liberty of asking: Is I on your list?" ”

"Nope! Not now, and probably not in the future! ”

Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang's provocative question in a gentle voice. He's always so quiet.

"Is that my pleasure?" Feng Xinglang asked with a smile.

"Tell me who's on your list!"

Feng Xinglang brought a chair and sat down, looking attentive.

Cong Gang quietly stared at Feng Xinglang, who was close at hand, and watched him spit smoke from between his thin lips.

Cong Gang himself doesn't smoke, and he also hates others smoking!

But every time I inhale the second-hand smoke of Feng Xinglang, I accept my fate like this.

"Feng Xinglang, what I want to do, you can't control it! I don't have the ability to do that! One Feng Lixin, one Feng Tuantuan, plus one Lan Youyou, it's enough for you! ”

Cong Gang's voice was faint, as smooth as ever.