Chapter 763 Do You only Like Secondhand Smoke?

Feng Xinglang felt heavy after leaving Repulse Bay.

A burst of suffocation came over me, and I was a little breathless!

The cool evening breeze blew in through the open car window, whistling loudly. The force was enough to sting someone's cheek.

The man knew that if the woman stayed in Repulse Bay, both mother and child would be safe.

For a man, his woman and children did not choose him, but chose the protection of others. This was really more uncomfortable than slapping him in Feng Xinglang's face.

But for now, it seems that's all it can do.

The way the woman held the bone chopping knife against her neck really shocked the man's heart.

Lin Xueluo felt Lin Xueluo's grievance; but Feng Xinglang also felt Feng Xinglang's helplessness.

It's not that Feng Xinglang doesn't know that his blind servitude and favoritism towards his eldest brother Feng Lixin is indeed unfair to that woman Lin Xueluo.

Feng Xinglang also knew that Lan Youyou took advantage of his fatal weakness of being his brother's slave to stir up trouble.

But the person Lan Youyou dealt with this time 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 dangerous adventures: one attempt and one near miss, Feng Xinglang realized that there was a pair of invisible hands controlling and fermenting the negative consequences of taking photos with Yan Bang.

Feng Xinglang thought of someone.

A person who has been so quiet recently that it is difficult for people to notice him, but yet he thinks of him at odd moments.

The Porsche supercar was as fast as a whirlwind, speeding towards the winding mountainside of Qibei Mountain City.

This is Cong Gang's residence. It was desolate during the day and even more eerie at night.

There was still a roadblock, but Feng Xinglang forced his way through the bushes on one side. Even if a supercar falls apart, it can't stop Feng Xinglang from coming to investigate.

This night, I have been working hard for most of the night. It is almost two o'clock in the morning, the night is deep and everyone is quiet.

Feng Xinglang's supercar made a beautiful flick and stopped at the door of Cong Gang's haunted house with smoke already coming out of the hood.

The haunted house is quiet.

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

Feng Xinglang had been to Cong Gang's haunted house more than once, so he was not surprised.

‘Bang bang bang’, Feng Xinglang hit the smart door with a heavy fist, which was particularly harsh in the quiet dark night.

Regardless of whether the person dormant in the haunted house was a human or a ghost, he was awakened by Feng Xinglang's brutal banging on the door.

Perhaps the people in the house had known that someone had intruded into his territory, but they were too lazy to pay attention to the intruder's brutality and violence.

Not only did he smash the door with his fists, Feng Xinglang also started kicking it with his legs. The entire smart door hums with dissatisfaction.

A 'click' sound was the sound of the secret lock being unlocked.

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

The lights in the living room turned on, not brightly, but dimly. It blends very well with the dark night and makes people's eyes very comfortable.

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

It makes people feel the ethereal atmosphere.

Feng Xinglang had no intention of admiring those beautiful flowers and plants. He walked towards the bedroom where Cong Gang might be there.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, there was a faint light, and against the backdrop of the deep corridor, an aura of terror suddenly appeared.

Feng Xinglang walked towards the slightly opened master bedroom door without hesitation. He knew: no wild beasts could escape from it.

There will only be that bitch named Cong Gang!

Cong Gang seemed to have just woken up from his sleep until Feng Xinglang stood tall and straight beside him.

Cong Gang, who was sleepy, looked like he was at home in a different way.

But it is a pity that there is no trace of the existence of a woman in his bedroom, or even in the entire villa where he lives.

Sometimes the curious Feng Xinglang would also wonder: Could this Cong Gang be an alien creature? He is obviously a family man, but he has Guili's skills and behavior.

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

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

Feng Xinglang handed over a cigarette. It seems that he wants to use smoke 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 transferred the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took it in his mouth, and lit it.

Handsome man, naughty moves.

After a while of hesitation, the handsome face behind the smoke became even more secretive.

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

"..." Cong Gang was silent for a moment: it seemed that he was helpless against such a bad Feng Xinglang.

"You came to my place so late at night just to let me breathe your second-hand smoke?"

Cong Gang leaned his thin upper body back, and it seemed that after being farther away, he could see the unhappiness on Feng Xing's handsome face more clearly.

"Have you not gone out for a walk recently? It's very lively and exciting outside!"

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

Cong Gang and Yan Bang are almost two people with extreme personalities.

One is manic and violent, while the other is calm and calm.

"I haven't been feeling well lately and I'm taking a rest." Cong Gang remained calm.

"Not feeling well? What's wrong with you?" Feng Xinglang asked in a leisurely voice.

"A heart disease caused by long-term thinking!"

Cong Gang answered very seriously, with no intention of teasing Feng Xinglang at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "I guess your biggest worry is getting rid of Yan Bang, right?"

Cong Gang raised his head silently and met Feng Xinglang's scrutinizing gaze. He curled his lips and smiled coldly.

"You praise Yan Bang too much! At least so far, he has not been included in my list!"

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

Feng Xinglang raised his voice, "I would like to ask: am I on your list?"

"No! Not now, and there probably won't be in the future!"

Cong Gang responded to Feng Xinglang's provocative questions in a gentle voice. He was always so calm.

"Is that my honor?" Feng Xinglang asked with a smile.

"Tell me who is on your list!"

Feng Xinglang brought over a chair and sat down, looking like he was listening attentively.

Cong Gang quietly stared at Feng Xinglang who was close at hand, watching him blow out smoke from his thin lips.

Cong Gang doesn’t smoke himself, but he hates others smoking!

But every time he smoked Feng Xinglang's second-hand smoke, he felt so resigned to his fate.

"Feng Xinglang, you can't control what I want to do! You don't have the ability to control it! One Feng Lixin, one Feng Tuantuan, and one Lan Youyou are enough for you to control!"

Cong Gang's voice was calm and calm as always.