"Can."

Ling Mofeng nodded and answered.

A warm feeling flashed in Lan Yanxi's heart. She found that Ling Mofeng was really easy to talk, but he was not so easy to talk about important events. This man still has two sides, Lan Yanxi couldn't help laughing low.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ling Mofeng asked her a little strangely.

"Nothing, let's go upstairs and have a look."

Of course Lan Yanxi can't tell the truth, otherwise the man's face will be lost.

Ling Mofeng's eyes were still on her. Seeing her walking upstairs quickly, he took a long leg and followed closely.

"Ah..." As soon as Lan Yanxi walked halfway, she was frightened by a painting. She couldn't help but took a step back, and the man caught her instantly.

"How can you say such a thing?

Terrible. "

Lan Yanxi covered her eyes, not daring to look again.

Ling Mofeng's eyes turned cold, and he walked up with a heavy step. Under the light, there was a pale hand crawling out of a bottomless black hole. The feeling was indeed creepy, because it was under this dark light and shadow.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a painting."

Ling Mofeng stretched out his hand and pulled hard, tore off the painting, then tore it in half, and threw it to the side: "Someone hung it here on purpose, as if to remind me."

Lan Yanxi felt relieved when he saw that he tore up the painting, and immediately said angrily: "Who is such a prank?

Even if this kind of painting is a horror movie, it can't make this kind of feeling. "

"Who else?

I heard that he likes to collect these things, but I didn't expect that he would hang them in his home. "

Ling Mofeng sneered.

"It's really speechless."

Lan Yanxi sneered.

"It's okay, I just don't want to be invited out and want to give me a gift."

Ling Mofeng's face turned cold, and he looked up at the end of the steps, and he stretched out his hand to Lan Yanxi: "Come up with me."

"Will there be such a painting?"

Lan Yanxi asked him in a low voice.

"Even if there is, I will tear it into pieces. These things can only be used by people with a guilty conscience. We came in dignifiedly, so don't be afraid."

Ling Mofeng is calm, not afraid at all.

Lan Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief, and clenched his big palm: "Listen to you, I'm not afraid anymore."

Walking upstairs, the lights are connected together, revealing a wide corridor. There are also paintings hanging on the corridor, but they are paintings of some famous masters, so there is no disturbing feeling. JrNovels.com