Chapter 590 Prepare Yourself for Funeral-4

When leaving Yan Bang, the entire city of Shanghai was already shrouded in the morning light.

As a matter of course, the Bugatti that sped out from Yulong City whizzed away in the direction of the Feng family.

But when he was about to enter the community checkpoint, he turned around and left again.

It seemed that I had already said goodbye to them.

It was the rush hour for work, and after being stuck in traffic for more than an hour in the noisy city, Bugatti made a sharp turn and chose a less traveled road to speed away.

But Feng Xinglang didn't expect that there would be smart roadblocks on the only way to the haunted house.

As a last resort, Feng Xinglang had to get out of his Bugatti and walk. Fortunately, it is only a kilometer or two away from Cong Gang's haunted house. Just take a breather and look at the scenery.

In my memory, there has never been a roadblock here; but judging from the old state of this smart roadblock, it should have been set up for seven or eight years.

When Feng Xinglang came here before, this smart roadblock had never been touched. Why is it weird today?

Glancing at the haunted house not far away, Feng Xinglang was torn between whether to advance or not.

After all, he is also a master, so it is really out of character to take the initiative to please him and say goodbye to this bitch Cong Gang.

Of course, he can also think about it from another angle: because he, Feng Xinglang, values ​​​​the brotherhood with Cong Gang.

Well, these are all pretense!

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

He comes to this haunted house for no reason! Today will be no exception.

At a distance of more than a thousand meters, Feng Xinglang stopped and walked, taking a look at the gradually growing spring atmosphere around him, and his mood seemed to become much brighter.

Perhaps the scenery has remained the same, but people’s moods have become quite different. It didn't seem like it was too late to realize it until this moment.

The picture on the surveillance screen is not very clear.

But that Bugatti is really eye-catching.

There are only two of the same model of this popular Bugatti in Shanghai. One was parked in Yan Bang's Yulong City, and the one Feng Xinglang drove over.

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

Therefore, when it fell into Cong Gang's eyes, it was really dazzling! It was so glaring that he didn't want the car anywhere near his property.

Therefore, Cong just activated the smart roadblock on Feng Xinglang.

Stepping on fallen leaves and dead branches, Feng Xinglang's steps were not light. It stems from his strong body and also from his heavy heart at this moment.

Feng Xinglang was not coaxing Yan Bang when he said that he wanted to find a quiet place to be quiet for a few days. It's just that he didn't tell Yan Bang how dangerous it was to go to a pure place.

The villa, covered in ivy under the sun, still looked very lonely and desolate without the weirdness in the dark night.

Surprisingly, the door of the villa was only ajar. Even knocking on the door is omitted.

Here at Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman. Of course, Feng Xinglang rarely lived like a gentleman.

Sometimes when he is a gentleman, he is just a complete yuppie.

Different types of orchids have different fragrances.

For example, the fragrance of four seasons orchid is stronger; the fragrance of mochi orchid is like the fragrance of osmanthus; the fragrance of spring orchid is the purest and is a typical example of delicate fragrance. However, some spring orchids have only a faint fragrance, while others have no fragrance.

Feng Xinglang didn't even dislike such a fragrance. It seemed to be there but not at all, and it smelled like it could cultivate one's sentiments.

The fresh and delicate orchids flowed between Feng Xinglang's fingers, like caressing a woman.

Cong Gang is not in the living room.

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

Went out to buy groceries?

Feng Xinglang was not in a happy mood, but at least he was calm.

Entering the kitchen, the pots and pans were neatly arranged, and the atmosphere of home hit your face.

Feng Xinglang, who is slightly macho, still looks down on the men playing with these pots and pans!

Feng Xinglang always felt that these pots and pans were only suitable for women to serve.

I always feel that men’s hands are used to conquer the world and conquer women, not to play with these pots and pans.

There is almost all the food in the double-door refrigerator, and it is also very fresh.

Just like this fresh milk, the production date is yesterday. Feng Xinglang took out the bottle of fresh milk and poured a few sips into his mouth.

While looking around, Feng Xinglang saw the purple clay pot being kept warm on the stove.

When he stepped forward to open it, Feng Xinglang's handsome face instantly frowned: What he was cooking was porridge?

right! Feng Xinglang read it right, the purple clay pot = the porridge cooked in the pot.

For an advanced carnivore like Feng Xinglang, a pot of porridge would not interest him.

But the aroma of this porridge is really refreshing. Feng Xinglang couldn't help but stirred the pot a few times with a spoon, and unexpectedly found several precious ingredients that nourished the stomach and spleen.

So, Feng Xinglang reluctantly served himself a bowl and started eating carelessly.

This bowl of porridge that nourishes the stomach and spleen is quite thick and glutinous, and it feels very good in the mouth. Feng Xinglang drank two bowls before he stopped talking.

After eating, Feng Xinglang realized: What if this bastard Cong Gang poisoned himself?

After all, Feng Xinglang didn't know Cong Gang very well. I always feel that Cong Gang is too mysterious to be from Earth!

After finishing his porridge, Feng Xinglang squinted for a while on the sofa in the living room full of potted plants. He couldn't wait for Cong Gang to appear for more than two hours, and Feng Xinglang became a little bored.

After 'visiting' around, Feng Xinglang returned to the kitchen, ready to find something to eat to replenish his often rumbling stomach... But he made a strange discovery: he had eaten porridge two hours ago and left it in the kitchen. The bowls on the table were actually washed and put away.

This shows what?

supernatural event?

Of course Feng Xinglang didn't believe in ghosts and gods.

Hourly work?

Less likely! No hourly worker could be so quiet that even Feng Xinglang came to the kitchen and washed the bowl he had eaten without alerting him.

No need to guess, it must be that bastard Cong Gang!

Where did this piece of shit like Cong Gang come from? Even though you are in the house, you still want to play this weird game of hide-and-seek with yourself?

Is he testing Feng Xinglang's IQ?

still……

Feng Xinglang, who returned to the living room, already had the answer: Cong Gang did not leave the villa!

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

It was okay to be rejected again and again before, but this time, that bitch didn't even want to see me?

Feng Xinglang felt that his fist was really itchy.

I want to beat someone up!

But Cong Gang is not the kind of person who can be beaten by Feng Xinglang whenever he wants!

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

I shouldn't be angry at those innocent flowers and plants, but I'm still angry if I don't!

Overall, Feng Xinglang was still sympathetic to her.

Instead of smashing those delicate flowers, he chose two pots of pothos and selaginella, which were relatively tough in life, and smashed them before leaving Cong Gang's haunted house.

He told Cong Gang, who was avoiding him, in such a simple and crude way:

I have been here, I am angry, you know the consequences!