Chapter 1202: Beautiful (1/2)
The haunted house once covered with vines was renovated. From the appearance, it seems that there is not much difference between the rooms, but the depth seems to have expanded a lot. A variety of vegetation is still planted around it, enveloping a mysterious and weird atmosphere.
Coupled with the large newly built cemetery on the mountainside, even the sunny and sunny day can bring a chill from the back.
Feng Xinglang did not like these vines that were too suffocating. They always feel that they are the blockers that prevent sunlight from penetrating the haze.
The wooden house halfway up the mountain was empty, and Feng Xinglang rushed here.
When Feng Xinglang came in, Cong Gang was discussing something with Wei Kang, the servant of the dust. When Feng Xinglang walked in, they closed their eyes and looked at him.
”Weikang, there are things your master likes in the trunk! Go and bring them in! Handle them lightly! They cost a lot of money for this uncle.”
Feng Xinglang called Wei Kang while he walked in towards Cong Gang and sat down on the rattan chair in front of him.
Looking around the eye, the simple gray tone looks deadly; this is in line with Cong Gang's personality.
”President Feng is still missing that little money to buy flowers and plants?” Cong Gang snorted.
Feng Xinglang gathered his eyes around him, and looked at Cong Gang slightly. ”How do you know I want to send you flowers? The dog sniffed it out?”
Cong just glanced at Feng Xinglang, then turned his head and ignored him.
”You say that you are a big man, and you really like to raise these delicate flowers and plants? Your interest and hobby are nice and elegant; you have a bad taste ... you are not mentally sound!”
Feng Xinglang can't understand how a man spends so many good times in life to wait for flowers and plants.
Just to appreciate the beauty of orchids when they bloom? Fragrant?
”So what do you think a man needs to be in order to be mentally sound?”
Cong Gang took a sip of tea and asked Feng Xinglang leisurely.
”More to go!”
Feng Xinglang stretched his limbs and laid two strong legs on the edge of the table in front of Cong Gang. ”Money, beauty ... be happy in time!”
Cong Gang did not refute Feng Xinglang. Because of this topic they should not be able to talk together. It would be more useless to say.
”I'm here for a special trip to thank you!”
Feng Xinglang took his own leg and sat up a bit. ”Three pots of precious orchids are just talking to express their hearts!”
”When did Mr. Feng become so cheesy?” Cong Gang asked softly.
”I sincerely thank you! You have taken the whole picture!”
Feng Xinglang snorted, ”Less so yin and yang talk to me! Tired!”
”Then I just accept it!”
Cong Gang glanced at the three pots of orchids that Wei Kang moved in, not salty or indifferent: ”Although these three pots of orchids ... very often!”
Feng Xinglang took a subconscious look back, only to find that the three pots of orchids were lush and seductive. Where would it be?
Feng Xinglang, who has little research on orchids, did not continue this very boring topic with Cong Gang.
”Cong Gang, I was very curious: how did you track Xing San and still not be found by him?”
Feng Xinglang asked tentatively. He always felt that Cong Gang had too many secrets, and sometimes it was strange and not like a terrestrial.
”Why, do you want to learn from me as a teacher?” Cong Gang smiled slightly.
Feng Xinglang came close to himself, ”It is enough for me to have a ready-made slave for me!”
Cong just didn't answer. Feng Xinglang's self-righteous arrogance is not a day or two.
”My brother has to thank you in person! Arrange a time for my brother to be the owner, and you go to a banquet! If you give me some money for remuneration, you will accept it, which is also my brother's sincerity!”
Feng Lixin has been in a hurry for the past two days, so Feng Xinglang had to come forward to meet Cong Gang.
”Your brother has more conscience than you. At least I know Thanksgiving!”
Cong Gang does not need Feng Lixin's thanks. The reason why he helped Feng Lixin find his daughter was entirely because of Feng Xinglang.
”What a gratitude pic!”
Feng Xinglang turned back to Cong Gang, ”When I rescued you from Chinatown, I was waiting for you to thank you!”
”Feng Xinglang, you take less of the original incident and talk about it again and again!”
Cong Gang hummed, ”I owe you nothing!”
”You owe it if you owe it! You are my life! You can only use it in my life! You no longer enjoy freedom, you know?”
This is how Feng Xinglang has been oppressing Cong Gang.
From the bone, Cong Gang was defined as a slave!
And still a slave who can't turn over in a lifetime!
”Feng Xinglang, do you feel like you came to thank me?”
Cong Gang is not upset. To really annoy him, I have probably been annoyed by Feng Xinglang many times.
”Why, give you some color, you really want to use it to open the dyeing room!”
Feng Xinglang snorted quietly, ”Be your slave, this promising career!”
Watching Feng Xinglang's sports car drive away, Wei Kang's fist clenched.
”Boss, you really can hold your breath! Let me kill Feng Xinglang many times!”
”Take yourself a **** to make yourself angry ... not worth it!”
Cong Gang whispered softly, and came over, admiring carefully the three pots of orchids that Feng Xinglang himself sent.