Chapter 2160: Lets make peace! (1/2)

As a curtain of flammable material, after being lit, the fire flew up instantly.

Feng Xinglang's face was soberly sober when the red and hot flames reflected Feng Xinglang's face.

What are you doing? Playing ‘arson’, such awful and childish behavior?

In case the younger son Zongzong and Cong are hiding in the room just now, aren't they going to be deeply affected?

How old are you and how can you be so impulsive in doing things? The next second, Feng Xinglang's conditioned reflection decided to fire! Burning the bushes is just fine, but you can't hurt the younger son!

But when Feng Xinglang turned around and walked to the center of the living room, the fire and fire were activated by the fire and smoke. Multiple outlets on the ceiling sprayed water mist, which drove Feng Xinglang straight.

I ca n’t run anymore, maybe Feng Xinglang did n’t want to run at the time; he simply lifted his head and let the water mist spray on his cheeks, his body ... Finally, his whole body was wet!

Very cool and very enjoyable!

This dog thing even has a fire protection system installed? Is there a difference between being burned by fire and being blistered?

Looking at the muddy water flowing on the ground, the whole living room was really messy.

The water mist on the ceiling lasted for more than three minutes, and most of the curtains burned completely extinguished the fire.

Seems to extinguish the fire in Feng Xinglang's body!

But the soaked body was still quite cold at the end of winter. Feng Xinglang shivered uncontrollably.

It would be shameful to return to Fengfeng's home in such a embarrassing way, and perhaps lose his health. It's sure to catch a cold. Because Feng Xinglang hasn't been strong enough to survive the cold.

Dog stuff, isn't it teasing Lao Tzu? Okay, I'll stay here tonight and give you a chance to joke more fun!

In this messy living room, it was no longer boring, and Feng Xinglang stepped on the spotless stairs with his shoes soaked in mud to the master bedroom on the third floor of Cong Gang.

Anyway, if you get dirty, you don't have to clean it with Fengxing Lang, it's so dirty and dirty.

At the door of the bedroom on the third floor, Feng Xinglang dragged his wet shoes and stepped on the carpet with socks.

After looking around, I started to fiddle with the fingerprint locker, and wanted to change my wet clothes.

But let Feng Xinglang press and smash it, the broken wardrobe was unresponsive.

Even the closet is locked. How stingy is that dog thing! Afraid to eat his clothes or steal them?

Did you let Ba Song come and give yourself clothes? Or back to home in this wet suit?

Feng Xinglang didn't choose either, so he turned and walked towards the bathroom. Very good, there are bathrobes and towels, so let's take a hot bath to get rid of the cold.

Three or two times, Feng Xinglang smashed himself for a moment, and his strong physique appeared instantly.

Someone's oily body, after a few months of nutritious meals and fitness, eight pack abs are faintly visible. Feng Xinglang is already very satisfied with his current body shape.

At least much better than Cong Gang's washboard!

He couldn't understand what it means for Cong Gang to thin himself like that? Especially the low-fat, low-calorie diet every day made Feng Xinglang unacceptable! Life without a mouthful is incomplete and imperfect!

When warm water patted every inch of skin on the body, Feng Xinglang let down the tiredness and irritability for a day.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang suddenly felt that occasionally it was good to spend a day or a night alone.

Put on a bathrobe, blow dry her hair, find an emollient and wipe her hands and face, Feng Xinglang walked out of the bathroom wearing slippers.

Feng Xinglang, lying across Cong Gang's bed, was very comfortable.

The quiet and refreshing environment can make a person calm down.

Slowly, Feng Xinglang thought of the scene when he first met Cong Gang. In fact, he couldn't remember his face at all, just remember that Cong Gang's whole body was fuzzy.

He also stepped on Cong Gang a little, then stared down at Cong Gang who was dying.

Cong Gang's eyes only blinked slightly, and his eyes were almost infected with blood. But Feng Xinglang could feel that Cong Gang should have seen him clearly.

”Hold it up! I don't want to save a corpse back! If you die, I will chop you up and feed the dog!”

Feng Xinglang was thinking afterwards: Maybe it was because of the phrase ”chop and feed the dog” that Cong Gang's desire for survival was stimulated. After a few days of coma, he actually woke up!

Feng Xinglang was very lamented at the time: a person who was seriously injured could still live like that ... it's a miracle!

But now? The one who was rescued at the time, chopped the dog feeding stuff, even humiliated him again and again? Teasing him?

I knew this, I should have chopped him directly to feed the dog!

What came to mind, Feng Xinglang leapt up and walked towards the bathroom. In the coat's inner pocket, Feng Xinglang took out his mobile phone, which was just a little bit watery. After wiping dry water vapor, it can be used normally.

The mobile phone was played in the palm of the hand for a while, and Feng Xinglang, who was supposed to send something to someone, finally paused. It doesn't seem to be brewing what to send to Cong Gang.

Because he had to figure it out first: was he going to anger him? Still threatening him? or……

Since you haven't figured it out, think about it slowly. Don't worry! After all, this night is slowly long, and there is still a lot of time.