Feng Xinglang, who left Shallow Water Bay, was in a heavy mood.
He felt suffocated, and he could not breathe!
The cool night wind poured in from the open window, whistling loudly. The strength was enough to stab people's cheeks and hurt.
The man knew that if the woman stayed in Shallow Water Bay, both mother and son would be safe.
For a man, his woman and child did not choose him, but chose someone else's protection, which was more uncomfortable than slapping him in the face.
But at present, it seemed that this was the only way.
The way the woman held the cleaver against her neck really shocked the man's heart.
Lin Xueluo had Lin Xueluo's grievance, but Feng Xinglang also had Feng Xinglang's helplessness.
Feng Xinglang was not unaware that his blindly slave and partiality to his eldest brother Feng Lixin was indeed unfair to Lin Xueluo.
Feng Xinglang also knew that Lan Youyou was taking advantage of the fatal weakness of being a slave to her brother to stir up trouble.
But the person Lan Youyou dealt with was Yan Bang; and she also got the punishment she deserved.
But Xueluo and her son became the victims of the fight between Lan Youyou and Yan Bang.
From his son's two risks: one failed, and the other was a close call; it made Feng Xinglang realize that there was a pair of invisible hands controlling and fermenting the bad effects of his photo with Yan Bang.
Feng Xinglang thought of a person.
A person who had been so quiet recently that it was difficult to notice him, but he suddenly thought of him.
The Porsche supercar was as fast as a whirlwind, speeding toward the mountainside of Qi Bei Shan City.
This was Cong Gang's residence. It was bleak during the day, and even more strange at night.
There were still roadblocks, but Feng Xinglang forced his way through the bushes on one side. Even if a supercar fell apart, it could not stop Feng Xinglang's heart from coming to denounce him.
This night, he had been tossing and turning for most of the night. It was almost two o 'clock in the morning. The night was deep, and the people were quiet.
Feng Xinglang's supercar drifted beautifully, and with smoke coming out of the hood, he stopped at the door of Cong Gang's haunted house.
The haunted house was quiet.
Under the contrast of the dark night, it was even more mysterious and creepy.
This was not the first time Feng Xinglang had been to Cong Gang's Haunted House, so he was not surprised.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Feng Xinglang's fists landed heavily on the intelligent door. In the quiet and dark night, the sound was especially ear-piercing.
Regardless of whether it was a human or a ghost lurking in the haunted house, they were all awakened by Feng Xinglang's barbaric banging on the door.
Perhaps the person in the house already knew that someone had intruded into his territory, but he was too lazy to deal with the barbaric and ruthless intruder.
Not only did he use his fists to smash the door, Feng Xinglang had also begun to use his legs to kick the door. The entire intelligent gate let out a dissatisfied hum.
Click! It was the sound of the lock being unlocked.
This meant that the people in the house were awake, and they already knew who the person was.
The lights in the living room were turned on. They were not bright, but rather dim. It blended in very well with the dark night, making people's eyes feel very comfortable.
Feng Xinglang did not see Cong Gang in the living room. Most of the space was still occupied by pots, pots, and plants.
It made people feel an ethereal aura.
Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful flowers and plants. He walked toward the bedroom where Cong Gang might be.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, there was a faint light. Under the contrast of the dark corridor, a terrifying aura suddenly appeared.
Feng Xinglang did not hesitate to walk toward the slightly opened door of the master bedroom. He knew that there would not be any scourge or fierce beast coming out from inside.
There would only be that b * tch called Cong Gang!
It was not until Feng Xinglang stood tall and straight beside the bed that Cong Gang seemed to have just woken up from his sleep.
The sleepy Cong Gang gave off a homely vibe.
But unfortunately, in his bedroom, or even in the entire villa, there was not a trace of the existence of a woman.
Sometimes, the curious Feng Xinglang would also suspect: Could this Cong Gang be an alien? He was clearly a family man, but he had the skills and behavior of a ghost.
"It's so late … Why are you here?"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang with sleepy eyes and sat up straight on the bed.
Feng Xinglang handed him a cigarette. He seemed to want to use the cigarette to stimulate Cong Gang's sleepy cells.
"I never smoke! Have you forgotten? "
After a slight pause, Cong Gang's eyelids drooped. "Of course, you have no obligation to remember this."
Feng Xinglang moved the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took it in his mouth, and lit it.
A handsome man with a mischievous action.
After inhaling and exhaling, the handsome face behind the lingering smoke became even more secretive.
"I only remember that you like to inhale second-hand smoke!" Feng Xinglang said coldly and humorously.
"…" Cong Gang was silent for a moment. It seemed that he could not do anything to such a bad Feng Xinglang.
"You came to my place so late at night just to let me inhale your second-hand smoke?"
Cong Gang leaned his thin upper body backward, as if he could see the displeasure on Feng Xinglang's handsome face more clearly when he was further away.
"Haven't you gone out recently? It's very lively out there, and it's very exciting! "
Feng Xinglang stared into Cong Gang's eyes. His sharp eyes captured his every move.
Cong Gang and Yan Bang were almost two people with extreme personalities.
One was violent and violent, while the other was calm and collected.
"I haven't been feeling well recently. I'm recuperating." Cong Gang was still calm.
"Not feeling well? What illness? "Feng Xinglang asked leisurely.
"A mental illness caused by prolonged thinking!"
Cong Gang answered very seriously. He had no intention of teasing Feng Xinglang at all.
"Mental illness?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly. "I guess your mental illness should be getting rid of Yan Bang, right?"
Cong Gang raised his head silently and met Feng Xinglang's scrutinizing gaze. The corners of his lips curled up into a cold smile.
"You think too highly of Yan Bang! At least until now, he has not been listed on my list! "
"What list? A list that wants him to die quickly? "
Feng Xinglang raised his voice. "Pardon me for asking, but is my name on your list?"
"No! Not now, and probably not in the future! "
Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang's provocative question in a gentle voice. He was always so calm and collected.
"Then it's my honor?" Feng Xinglang asked with a smile.
"Tell me, who is on your list!"
Feng Xinglang brought a chair over and sat down. He looked like he was all ears.
Cong Gang quietly stared at Feng Xinglang, who was right in front of him. He watched as Feng Xinglang puffed out smoke from his thin lips.
Cong Gang did not smoke, and he disliked other people smoking!
But every time he inhaled Feng Xinglang's secondhand smoke, he would accept his fate.
"Feng Xinglang, you can't control what I want to do! You don't have the ability to control me! Feng Lixin, Feng Tuantuan, and Lan Youyou are enough for you to control! "
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