Chapter 763: Do you only like to smoke second-hand smoke?

Leaving Feng Xinglang in Repulse Bay, the mood is heavy.

A choking struck, a bit breathless!

The cool evening breeze blew in from the open window. That energy was enough to sting the cheeks.

Men know that when women stay in Repulse Bay, both mother and child will be safe.

For a man, his own woman and child did not choose him, but chose other people's asylum, which was more uncomfortable than hitting his face.

But at present it seems that this can only be the case.

The woman's holding a bone-cutter against her neck really shocked the man's heart.

Lin Xueluo has his grievances; but Feng Xinglang also has the helplessness of Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang is not unaware: he is blindly slavery and partial to his elder brother Feng Lixin, and it is indeed unfair to Lin Xueluo's woman.

Feng Xinglang also knew that Lan Youyou was using the deadly weakness of his brother-in-law to make waves.

But Lan Youyou wanted to deal with it this time, but Yan Bang; and she got the punishment she deserved.

But Xueluo's mother and child became victims of Lan Youyou and Yan Bang's tear.

From the son's two risks involved: one attempt, one shock and no danger; let Feng Xinglang realize from it: there are a pair of invisible hands, controlling and fermenting the bad effects of his photo with Yan Bang.

Feng Xinglang thought of someone.

Someone who's been so quiet recently that it's hard to detect him, but remembered him in the cold.

As fast as a whirlwind, the Porsche was running towards the mountainside of Qibei Mountain City.

This is where Cong Gang lives. It's desolate during the day, and weird at night.

There were still roadblocks, but Feng Xinglang forcibly ran through the bushes on one side. Even if a supercar is scattered, it can't stop Feng Xinglang's heart from coming to Xingshi to confess his sin.

This night, it was already tormenting in the middle of the night, almost two o'clock in the morning, the night was late, and people were quiet.

Feng Xinglang's super run was a beautiful flick. He stopped at the door of Cong Gang's haunted house when the smoke had been seen in the hood.

The haunted house was quiet.

Against the backdrop of the dark night, the more mysterious and creepy.

Feng Xinglang has been to Cong Gang's haunted house more than once, and it's not strange.

‘Bang Bangbang’, Feng Xinglang punched him on the smart door, and it was extremely harsh in the quiet night.

Regardless of whether the person was dormant in the haunted house, he was awakened by Feng Xinglang's brutal knock on the door.

Perhaps the people in the house knew that someone had broken into his territory, but they were too lazy to deal with the brutality and violence of the intruders.

It's not just smashing the door with his fist, Feng Xinglang has begun to use his legs to slap. There was a buzz of dissatisfaction throughout the smart door.

"Click" is the sound of unlocking the lock.

It means that the people in the room are awake, and that the people in the room already know who the person is.

The light in the living room was on, not bright, but dim. Blends well with the dark night, making people's eyes very comfortable.

In the living room, Feng Xinglang did not see Cong Gang; most of the space was still occupied by those pots and flowers.

People can feel ethereal.

Feng Xinglang had no intention to admire those delicate flowers and plants, and he walked towards the bedroom where Cong might have been.

There was a faint light in the master bedroom on the second floor, and the horror flickered against the deep corridor.

Feng Xinglang walked towards the slightly opened master bedroom door without hesitation. He knew: there was no flood beast.

There will only be that **** called Cong Gang!

Until Feng Xinglang stood upright to his side, Cong Gang seemed to just wake up from his sleep.

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

But unfortunately, there is no trace of the existence of women in his bedroom or even in the villa where he lives.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang, who is curious and curious, will also wonder: Will this clumsy be an alien creature? Obviously a man at home, but has spooky skills and behavior.

"So late ... why are you here?"

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

Feng Xinglang handed a cigarette. It seems that I want to use smoke to stimulate the drowsy cells.

"I never smoke! Did you forget?"

For a moment, Cong Gang's eyelids drooped. "Of course, you have no obligation to remember these."

Feng Xinglang forwarded the smoke between his fingers to his lips, pressed it, and clicked it.

Handsome man, panting action.

After a while of spitting and smog, the handsome face became even more secretive.

"I just remember: you like to smoke second-hand smoke!" Feng Xinglang humorously said.

"..." Cong just said something for a while: He seemed helpless against such a bad Feng Xinglang.

"You came here so late, just to make me smoke your second-hand smoke?"

Cong Gang leaned his lean upper body back. It seemed that when he was a little further away, he could better see the unhappiness of Feng Xinglang Jun's face.

"Haven't you gone out recently? The outside is so lively and exciting!"

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

Cong Gang and Yan Bang are almost two extreme people.

One was fierce and the other was not terrified.

"I'm not feeling well these days. I'm recuperating." Cong Gang remained calm.

"Not good? What's wrong?" Feng Xinglang asked in a loud voice.

"Heart disease that has been thinking for a long time!"

Cong Gang replied very seriously and did not mean to laugh at Feng Xinglang at all.

"Heart disease?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly. "I guess your heart disease should be removed from Yan Bang?"

Cong Gang looked up silently and met Feng Xinglang to examine his eyes. Hooked his lips and smiled coldly.

"You are so proud of Yan Bang! At least he hasn't been on my list so far!"

"What list? A list that wants others to die soon?"

Feng Xing said with a loud voice, "Dare to ask: Is there me on your list?"

"No! There isn't, it shouldn't be in the future!"

Cong Gang responded to Feng Xinglang's provocative question with a gentle voice. He is always so calm.

"That's my pleasure?" Feng Xinglang asked with a smile.

"Say, who is on your list!"

Feng Xinglang came over to a chair and sat down with a pair of ears.

Cong Gang stared quietly at Feng Xinglang close by, watching him spitting smoke from Fei's thin lips.

Cong Gang himself does not smoke, and he also hates smoking!

But when smoking second-hand smoke from Xinglang, it is such a fate.

"Feng Xinglang, what I want to do, you can't control it! You don't have the ability to manage it! One Feng Lixin, one Feng Tuantuan, plus one blue yoyo, is enough for you to manage!"

Cong Gang's voice was faint, as always, without waves.