One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　The ghost house that was once filled with creepy vines had been refurbished. From the outside, there didn't seem to be much difference. However, it seemed to have been rebuilt a lot deeper. There were all sorts of plants growing around him, giving him a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

　　Coupled with the newly built cemetery at the middle of the mountain, even a sunny day would be able to cause a chill down one's spine.

　　Feng Xinglang did not like these vine plants with too much hostility. They always felt like blockers that prevented sunlight from penetrating the haze.

　　Halfway up the mountain, the wooden hut was empty, and Feng Xinglang immediately rushed over.

　　When Feng Xinglang came in, he was discussing something with the travel worn Wei Kang. Seeing Feng Xinglang walk in, the two stopped their words and looked at him.

　　"Wei Kang, your master likes something in the trunk! Go and bring them in! Lightly lift it up and down! They spent a lot of my silver. "

　　Feng Xinglang ordered Wei Kang as he walked towards Cong Gang and sat on the rattan chair in front of him.

　　Looking around, it was a simple gray tone and looked lifeless; it fit Cong Gang's personality very well.

　　"Does the President Feng still need that little money to buy flowers and plants?" Cong Gang scoffed.

　　Feng Xinglang withdrew his gaze from all around, and looked at Cong Gang with slightly narrowed eyes, "How did you know that I was going to send you flowers and plants? Did you smell it with your dog's nose? "

　　Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, and turned his head away, no longer paying any attention to him.

　　"You said that you, as a man, actually like to raise these delicate flowers and plants?" Your hobby, to put it nicely, is taste; to put it harshly. You are mentally deficient! "

　　Feng Xinglang could not understand how a man could spend so much of his life attending to plants and flowers.

　　Just to enjoy the beauty of the orchids in bloom? Fragrance?

　　"Then what do you think a man needs to have in order to be mentally sound?"

　　Cong Gang sipped some tea as he retorted with a question.

　　"Too many!"

　　Feng Xinglang stretched his limbs and placed his legs on the table in front of Cong Gang, "Money, beauties … It's time for us to have fun! "

　　Cong Gang did not refute Feng Xinglang. This was because they wouldn't be able to talk about this topic anymore. There was no point in speaking any further.

　　"I came here specifically to thank you!"

　　Feng Xinglang retracted his legs and sat upright: "Those three pots of expensive orchids, are just to express my sincerity!"

　　"Since when did President Feng get infected with this sort of vulgar etiquette?" Cong Gang asked indifferently.

　　"I, your father, am sincerely here to thank you! "Just take them all!"

　　Feng Xinglang coldly snorted, "Don't speak to me in such a weird manner! "Tired!"

　　"Then I'll reluctantly accept it!"

　　Cong Gang swept his eyes across the three pots of orchids that Wei Kang had brought in and said indifferently: "Although these three pots of orchids are so … "Very bad!"

　　Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked back, and felt that the three pots of orchids were very pleasing to the eyes, so where did it end?

　　Feng Xinglang who didn't have much research on orchids did not continue this boring topic with Cong Gang.

　　"Cong Gang, I'm rather curious how you managed to track Xing San and how did he not discover you?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked tentatively. He always felt that there were too many secrets on Cong Gang's body, and that sometimes it would be so strange that he didn't seem like an earthling.

　　"What? You want to take me as your master?" Cong Gang smiled faintly.

　　Feng Xinglang came closer, "It's enough to have you, the ready-made slave, as my servant!"