When they left Ben, the whole Lisbon was shrouded in the morning light.
As usual, the Bugatti, who galloped out of Dragon-controlling City, roared toward the Finn.
However, when he was about to enter the entrance of the community, he turned around and left.
It seemed that he had already said goodbye to them.
It was the peak hour of work. After being blocked in the crowded city for more than an hour, Bugatti took a turn and chose a deserted road to gallop away.
But Alex didn't expect that there would be an intelligent obstacle on the road leading to the ghost house.
Alex had no choice but to crawl out of the Bugatti. Fortunately, he was only a kilometer or two away from the haunted ghost house. It was a good opportunity for him to relax and enjoy the scenery.
In his memory, there had never been any roadblocks set here, but judging from the age of the smart roadblocks, they should have been set up seven or eight years ago.
When Alex came here before, this smart obstacle had never been touched. Why was it so strange today?
Glancing at the ghostly house not far away, Alex was wandering in the contradiction between the entrance and the entrance.
After all, she was a master. It was a shame for her to take the initiative to ingratiate herself with that idiot Cong and say goodbye to him.
Of course, he could also think about it from another point of view. Because Alex cared about the brotherhood between him and Cong Gang.
Well, these are all fakes!
In fact, Alex's real purpose of coming here had nothing to do with the brotherhood!
He wouldn't go to the haunted house for nothing! And he wouldn't be an exception today.
At a distance of more than 1,000 meters, Alex walked and stopped. On the way, he looked at the gradual growth of love around him, and his mood seemed to be much better.
Perhaps the scenery had not changed, but people's moods had changed. At this moment, it seemed that it was not too late.
The picture on the monitor screen was not very clear.
The Bugatti, however, was extremely eye- catching.
This eye-catching Bugatti only had two Bugattis of the same model in Lisbon. One was parked in the Dragon-controlling City, while the other was driven by Alex.
Alex's companion, the same-style Bugatti, was given to him by Ben not long ago.
Therefore, in Cong's eyes, it was really eye- catching! He was eye-catching because he didn't want the carriage to approach his territory.
Therefore, he had just activated the intelligent obstacle in front of Alex.
Stepping on fallen leaves and withered twigs, Alex's steps weren't that light. This was due to his sturdy physique, as well as the heavy heart he was feeling now.
Alex said that he wanted to find a quiet place to have some peace for a few days. He didn't intend to coax Yan state, but he didn't tell Yan state that it was dangerous to go to a quiet place.
Under the sun, the villa, which was covered by the Mountain-surging Tiger, no longer had the strangeness of the night. It still looked very lonely and depressed.
Unexpectedly, the door of the villa was only closed, and it was saved from knocking on the door.
In this quarter, Alex didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman. Of course, Alex was also rarely a gentleman.
Occasionally, when he was a gentleman, he was just a fully-pattern ruffian.
Different types of orchids had different fragrances.
The four seasons orchids' scent was strong. The orchids' scent was like osmanthus fragrans' scent. The spring orchid's scent was the purest and the typical one. However, there were some orchids that only had a faint fragrance. Some orchids did not have a fragrance at all.
Alex didn't hate this kind of aroma, but it seemed to be invisible. It could be regarded as romantic when smelling it.
Clear and delicate orchids cut across Alex's fingers, like caressing a woman.
The crowd was not in the living room.
However, judging from the layout in the living room, the cluster should have just been there an hour ago.
"She went out to buy vegetables?"
Alex's mood wasn't pleasant. At the very least, he was calm.
After entering the kitchen, the pans, bowls, pans, and pans looked neat and uniform, and the smell of home was overwhelming.
The somewhat malevolence Alex still somewhat looked down on the men who fiddled with these pots and pans!
Alex had always felt that these pots and pans were only suitable for women to serve.
He always felt that men's hands were used to conquer the world and women, not these pots and pans.
In the double-opened fridge, the food was almost all-equipped and fresh.
For example, the birth date of this fresh milk was yesterday. Alex took out the bottle of fresh milk and directly poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth.
While he was observing the stove, Alex saw the Purple Sand Pot on the top of the stove.
She stepped forward and opened it. Alex's handsome face instantly frowned. "It's made of porridge?"
That's right! Alex was right. The purple clay pot was indeed simmered with porridge.
For a high-class carnivore like Alex, a pot of porridge was not something he would be interested in.
However, the aroma of the porridge was really refreshing. Alex couldn't help but turn it over in the pot a few times. He found several kinds of expensive ingredients that could nourish the stomach and increase the spleen.
As a result, Alex reluctantly filled a bowl for himself and began to eat in a casual manner.
This bowl of stomach-cultivation and spleen- cultivating porridge was quite sticky and sticky. The taste of it was quite good. Alex drank two bowls of porridge before he gulped it down.
It was only after they had finished eating that Alex realized: What if that b*stard had poisoned himself?
After all, Alex didn't know much about Cong, but he always felt that Cong was so mysterious that he didn't seem to be from the earth!
After drinking the porridge, Alex lay on the sofa in the living room full of potted plants for a while. It had been more than two hours, but he hadn't been able to get out of the bush. Alex became a little impatient.
After "visiting" for a while, Alex returned to the kitchen. He was going to find something to eat to make up for his stomach that he often screamed... But strangely, he found that the bowl of porridge thrown on the dining table two hours ago had been washed and cleaned up.
What did this mean?
Something paranormal?
Alex, of course, did not believe in the supernatural.
"What do you mean by 'Cong'?"
That was even more impossible! If he didn't have time to do it, Alex wouldn't have noticed, and he would have gone to the kitchen to wash away the dishes he had eaten.
"There's no doubt that it must be that bastard, Cong!"
"What the hell is going on here? You're clearly in the room, but you still want to play this kind of weird game of hiding from me?"
Was he taking the postgraduate entrance exam to test Alex's intelligence?
Or...
When he returned to the living room, Alex had already answered: Cong didn't leave this villa!
But he didn't want to meet Alex!
He had been rejected again and again before, but this time, that son of a bitch didn't even want to see him?
Alex felt an itch in his fist.
He wanted to beat me up!
However, he was not the kind of person who could be beaten up as much as Alex wanted!
Alex really wanted to set a fire to the haunted house, but he still managed to restrain himself.
She shouldn't have vented her anger on the innocent flowers and plants, but she would vent her anger on them!
Generally speaking, Alex still had a tender heart for women.
Instead of smashing those beautiful flowers, he chose two pots of life with relatively tenacious Lin and rolled cypresses to smash, and then quickly walked out of the haunted ghost house.
He told the group of people who were trying to avoid him in such a simple and crude way,
"I've come, and I'm angry. You know what will happen if I'm angry!"