Chapter 590

When he left from Yanbang, the whole city of Shencheng was already shrouded in the dawn.

As a matter of fact, the Bugatti galloping out of Yulong City roared away in the direction of Fengjia.

But in the fast lane bayonet, and turn away.

It seems that I have already told them goodbye.

During the rush hour, after more than an hour's traffic jam in the noisy city, Bugatti took a big turn and galloped off on an inaccessible road.

But Feng Xinglang didn't expect to set up intelligent roadblocks on the only way to the haunted house.

As a last resort, Feng had to get out of Bugatti and walk. Fortunately, CongGang's ghost house is only one or two kilometers away. It's a good time to relax and have a look at the scenery.

In my memory, there has never been a roadblock set up here, but judging from the old state 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. How can it be weird today?

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

Anyway, he is also a master. It's really out of style to take the initiative to say goodbye to CongGang.

Of course, I can also think from another angle: because he pays attention to the brotherhood with Cong gang.

Well, these are all pretexts!

In fact, Feng Xinglang's real purpose here has nothing to do with brotherhood!

He's in this haunted house for everything! Today is no exception.

More than one thousand meters away, Feng Xinglang stops and walks. By the way, he looks at the growing spring around him, and his mood seems to be clear.

Perhaps the scenery has not changed, but people's mood is very different. It's not too late to feel it until this moment.

The picture on the monitor screen is not very clear.

But the Bugatti was really dazzling.

This hot Bugatti is the only two of the same model in Shencheng. One was parked in Yulong city of Yanbang, and the other was driven by Feng Xinglang.

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

So, in Cong Gang's eyes, it is really dazzling! It was so glaring that he didn't want the car near his territory.

So Cong started the intelligent roadblock to Feng Xinglang just now.

Stepping on fallen leaves and dead branches, Feng Xinglang's pace is not light. Because of his strong body, but also because of his heavy heart at this moment.

He said that he wanted to find a quiet place for a few days. Feng Xinglang didn't coax Yan bang. But he didn't want to tell Yan Bang about the danger of going to a clean place.

The villa covered by Parthenocissus in the sun, without the strangeness in the night, looks very lonely and depressed.

To my surprise, the door of the villa was just open. Not even knocking.

In CongGang, Feng Xinglang doesn't need to be a gentleman. Of course, Feng Xinglang is seldom a gentleman.

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

Different kinds of orchids have different fragrance.

For example, the fragrance of sijilan is strong; the fragrance of Mo LAN is like the fragrance of Osmanthus; the fragrance of Chunlan is the most pure and typical of delicate fragrance. However, some Cymbidium has only a faint fragrance, while others have no fragrance.

Feng Xinglang doesn't hate this kind of aroma. It's like nothing. It can edify sentiment.

Clear and delicate orchids in the fengxinglang fingers across, like a woman's caress.

Cong Gang is not in the living room.

But judging from the layout of the living room, CongGang should have been there an hour ago.

Out shopping?

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

Into the kitchen, pots and pans of neat uniform, the smell of home coming.

Feng Xinglang, who has a little male chauvinism, still looks down on the men who play with these pots and pans!

Feng Xinglang always thought: these pots and pans are only suitable for women to serve.

Always feel that men's hands, is used to conquer the world, conquer women, rather than playing with these pots and pans.

In the double door refrigerator, the food is almost everything, and it's very fresh.

Just like the fresh milk, the production date is yesterday. Feng Xinglang took out the bottle of fresh milk and poured it directly into his mouth.

As he looked around, Feng Xinglang saw the purple clay pot on the stove.

Come forward to open a look, Feng Xinglang a handsome face instant micro Cu up: unexpectedly the pot is porridge?

Yes! Feng Xinglang is right. The purple clay pot is really porridge.

For Feng Xinglang, a high-grade carnivore, a pot of porridge can't arouse his interest.

Just the aroma of this porridge, really refreshing. Feng Xinglang couldn't help turning over the pot with a spoon and found several valuable ingredients for nourishing the stomach and strengthening the spleen.Therefore, Feng Xinglang reluctantly gave himself a bowl and began to eat carelessly.

This bowl of porridge for nourishing the stomach and strengthening the spleen is quite thick and soft. It feels good in the mouth. Feng Xinglang drank two bowls before he stopped.

After eating, Feng Xinglang realized: what if CongGang this son of a bitch poisoned himself?

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

Feng Xinglang, who had finished his porridge, squinted on the sofa of the living room full of potted plants for more than two hours, but he couldn't wait for CongGang. Feng Xinglang felt a little dry.

After a visit, Feng Xinglang went back to the kitchen and was ready to find something to eat to make up his stomach But the strange discovery: two hours ago, I drank porridge and left the bowl on the dining table, but it was washed and cleaned up.

What does that mean?

Supernatural events?

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

Do you work by the hour?

More impossible! No part-time worker can get to the kitchen quietly, and even he doesn't disturb, so he comes to the kitchen and cleans the bowls he has eaten.

Don't guess. It must be CongGang!

Cong Gang is just a dog. Which song is it? Clearly in the room, but also with their own play this strange game of hide and seek?

Is he taking the postgraduate entrance examination? Is He Feng Xinglang's IQ?

Or

Back in the living room, Feng Xinglang already had an answer: Cong Gang didn't leave this villa!

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

Before again and again was refused, but this time, the dog even don't want to meet with himself?

Feng Xinglang felt his fists itching.

I want to hit someone!

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

Feng Xinglang really wanted to burn down the ghost house, but he still stayed.

Should not go to vent anger on those innocent flowers and plants, can not vent anger also vent anger!

On the whole, Feng Xinglang is still pitiful.

Instead of smashing those beautiful flowers, he chose two pots of relatively tenacious green pineapple and Selaginella in his life. After smashing them, he left CongGang's haunted house.

He told Cong Gang to avoid him in such a simple and rude way:

I've been here, and I'm angry. You know the consequences!