When Yan Bang left, the whole of Shen City was already shrouded in the morning light.
Out of habit, the Bugatti that sped out of Yulong City roared in the direction of the Feng family.
But when it was about to enter the gate of the community, it turned around and left.
It seemed that he had already said goodbye to them.
It was rush hour. After being stuck in the hustle and bustle of the city for more than an hour, the Bugatti made a big turn and sped away on a deserted road.
But Feng Xinglang did not expect that there was an intelligent roadblock on the only way to the haunted house.
Feng Xinglang had to get out of the Bugatti and walk. Fortunately, it was only one or two kilometers away from Cong Gang's haunted house. It was a good chance to relax and enjoy the scenery.
In his memory, there had never been a roadblock here; but judging from the old appearance of this intelligent roadblock, it should have been set up for seven or eight years.
When Feng Xinglang came here before, this intelligent roadblock had never been touched. Why was it so strange today?
Looking at the haunted house not far away, Feng Xinglang was in a dilemma whether to enter or not.
In any case, he was also a master. Taking the initiative to curry favor with Cong Gang, this dog thing, was really unbecoming of him.
Of course, he could also think from another perspective: because he, Feng Xinglang, valued the brotherhood with Cong Gang.
Well, these were all pretenses!
In fact, Feng Xinglang's real purpose of coming here had nothing to do with brotherhood!
He would not go to this haunted house without a reason! Today was no exception.
More than a kilometer away, Feng Xinglang walked and stopped. He looked around at the gradually thickening spring atmosphere, and his mood seemed to be a lot better.
Perhaps the scenery had never changed, but people's state of mind was very different. It seemed that it was not too late to realize it at this moment.
The picture on the surveillance screen was not very clear.
But that Bugatti was really eye-catching.
There were only two such Bugatti in the whole of Shen Cheng City. One was parked in Yan Bang's Yulong City, and the other was driven by Feng Xinglang.
And the Bugatti that Feng Xinglang drove here was given to him by Yan Bang not long ago.
Therefore, in Cong Gang's eyes, it was really eye-catching! It was so glaring that he didn't want the car to get close to his territory.
Thus, Cong activated that intelligent roadblock on Feng Xinglang.
Stepping on fallen leaves and dried branches, Feng Xinglang's steps were not light. It stemmed from his robust physique, as well as his heavy heart at this moment.
When Feng Xinglang said that he wanted to find a quiet place to rest for a few days, he wasn't trying to fool Yan Bang. It was just that he didn't want to tell Yan Bang how dangerous the peaceful place he was going to was.
Under the sunlight, the villa, which was covered in ivy, no longer looked as strange as it did in the night. It still looked very lonely and bleak.
To his surprise, the door of the villa was unlocked. He didn't even have to knock on the door.
In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang did not need to pretend to be a gentleman. Of course, Feng Xinglang rarely acted like a gentleman.
When he was a gentleman, he was just a complete yuppie.
Different kinds of orchids have different fragrances.
For example, the fragrance of the Spring Orchid was stronger; the fragrance of the Ink Orchid was similar to that of the Osmanthus Flower; the fragrance of the Spring Orchid was the purest, a typical delicate fragrance. However, some Spring Orchids only had a faint fragrance, while some had no fragrance at all.
Feng Xinglang didn't dislike this kind of fragrance. It was faintly discernible, and the smell could also cultivate one's mind.
The cool and delicate orchid brushed past Feng Xinglang's fingers, as if he was caressing a woman.
Cong Gang wasn't in the living room.
But judging from the layout of the living room, Cong Gang should have been there an hour ago.
Did he go out to buy groceries?
Feng Xinglang wasn't in a good mood, but at least he was calm.
When he entered the kitchen, the pots and pans were neatly arranged, and the smell of home assaulted his nostrils.
Feng Xinglang, who had a bit of male chauvinism, still looked down on men who played with these pots and pans!
Feng Xinglang always felt that these pots and pans were only suitable for women to serve.
He always felt that men's hands were used to conquer the world and women, not to play with these pots and pans.
In the double-door refrigerator, almost all the food was available, and it was very fresh.
For example, this fresh milk was produced yesterday. Feng Xinglang took out the bottle of fresh milk and drank a few mouthfuls.
When he looked around, Feng Xinglang saw the purple clay pot on the stove that was being kept warm.
He went forward to open it, and Feng Xinglang's handsome face instantly frowned. It was actually porridge?
Right! Feng Xinglang didn't see wrong. The purple clay pot = porridge was indeed in the pot.
For a high-level carnivore like Feng Xinglang, a pot of porridge couldn't arouse his interest.
It was just that the fragrance of this porridge was really refreshing. Feng Xinglang couldn't help but use the spoon to flip the pot a few times. He actually found several kinds of expensive ingredients that were good for the stomach and spleen.
Thus, Feng Xinglang reluctantly scooped a bowl for himself and began to eat casually.
This bowl of porridge that was good for the stomach and spleen was quite sticky and soft. It felt quite good when it entered the mouth. Feng Xinglang drank two bowls before he stopped.
After he finished eating, Feng Xinglang realized that what if Cong Gang, that bastard, poisoned him?
After all, Feng Xinglang didn't know Cong Gang very well. He always felt that Cong Gang was too mysterious to be an earthling!
After finishing the porridge, Feng Xinglang took a nap on the living room sofa that was full of potted plants. After waiting for more than two hours, Cong Gang still hadn't come out. Feng Xinglang started to get a little impatient.
After taking a look around, Feng Xinglang returned to the kitchen. He was going to find something to eat to nourish his stomach that was always clamoring for food. However, he strangely discovered that the bowl that he had thrown on the dining table after eating the porridge two hours ago had been cleaned and put away by someone.
What did this mean?
A supernatural event?
Of course, Feng Xinglang didn't believe in ghosts or gods.
Was it a part-time worker?
That was even more impossible! No hourly helper could come to the kitchen and wash the bowls that he had eaten without alerting Feng Xinglang.
There was no need to guess. It must be that bastard Cong Gang!
Cong Gang, that bastard, what was he doing? He was clearly in the house, but he still wanted to play this strange game of hide and seek?
Was he testing Feng Xinglang's intelligence?
Or …
When Feng Xinglang returned to the living room, he already had his answer: Cong Gang didn't leave this villa!
But he didn't want to come out and meet Feng Xinglang!
Previously, he had been rejected again and again. But this time, that bastard didn't even want to meet him?
Feng Xinglang felt that his fists were really itchy.
He wanted to beat someone up!
But Cong Gang wasn't the kind of person that Feng Xinglang could beat up if he wanted to!
Feng Xinglang really wanted to burn down this haunted house, but he still held back.
He shouldn't have vented his anger on those innocent flowers and plants, but even if he didn't vent his anger on them, he still vented his anger on them!
In general, Feng Xinglang still had tender feelings for the fairer sex.
He didn't smash those delicate flowers, but chose two pots of relatively tenacious devil's ivy and selaginella to smash, and then strode out of Cong Gang's haunted house.
He used such a simple and violent way to tell Cong Gang, who was avoiding him:
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