Chapter 506: Im happy to be a target for my son (2/2)

There was a loud noise, and the whole dish of black pepper sirloin noodles was smashed on the floor by Yan Bang.

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The exterior of the villa remains the same, almost completely covered with woody vines.

Just a few years ago, the lights would hardly light up, day or night; now, at night, there will be a ray of light piercing through the cracks of these creeper-like vines.

This is Cong Gang's old nest.

Yan Bang thought that Cong Gang had been killed by him twice;

Feng Xinglang assisted Cong Gang and made Yan Bang think he was dead.

It sounds a bit messy, but it can be analyzed in detail, but it is very simple: it is Yan Bang that Cong Gang died, but Cong Gang did not die! And Feng Xinglang knew that Cong Gang was not dead!

Feng Xinglang really couldn't figure out why Yan Bang should kill Cong Gang with all his heart!

In the view of Feng Xinglang, the existence of Cong Gang does not affect his Yan Bang as the executioner of Shen Cheng.

Feng Xinglang was too lazy to figure it out!

He only did one thing: helping Cong Gang make Yan Bang think Cong Gang was dead!

Although Hetun is a savage person, his IQ is not low. To deal with him, perhaps Feng Xinglang's IQ was sufficient, but he could not compete with Hetun in terms of force. One Xing Ba has already caused Feng Xinglang a headache, and now there is another Xing Twelve.

It seems that Xing Shierzhuang is very able to figure out the minds of others, and he is quite decisive, low-key, and connotative.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang needs a helper!

Yanbang is obviously not working!

Sometimes they are too familiar with each other. Being a brother is okay, but it's not his appetite to let Yan Bang listen to his instructions.

Feng Xinglang thought of Cong Gang.

The modified smart door did not open because of Feng Xinglang's snoring door.

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: Is this broken door broken? still is……

But Feng Xing clearly saw the light in the living room. That Cong Gang's **** is not only alive, but also inside.

”Cong Gang, if you don't open the door again, I'll smash your broken door!”

Feng Xinglang's suffocation, Cong Gang was already used to it.

After Feng Xinglang and his brother Feng Lixin left for the United States, Cong Gang also left Shencheng for two years. Only last year did she return to Shencheng. Lived in this haunted house again.

In the past five years, Feng Xinglang has been here three times. The first two times were before going to the United States.

The moment the smart door was opened, Feng Xinglang was savagely feasting.

The large villa living room is almost full of various ornamental plants and flowers.

Most of them are orchids. There are precious spring orchids and Cymbidium orchids, as well as very ordinary, but beautifully shaped Phalaenopsis.

This method of cultivating sentiment is not ordinary Gao Bige!

Cong Gang was wearing a casual white clothing and was devoting himself to taking care of a pot of clivia.

Feng Xinglang really had a hard time associating the blood-thirsty Cong Gang on the blade with these gorgeous flowers and plants.

”Cong Gang, are you going to be a botanist?”

Detective Feng Xinglang touched a delicate Phalaenopsis in the past. Like a butterfly dancing gracefully, it is also the most beautiful tenderness of a woman.