Chapter 763: Do you only like to smoke second-hand smoke? (1/2)

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.