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The air seemed to freeze, Lan Jing held his breath, and stared at Cong Lang closely, half a minute later, he saw the man pursed his lips, and then turned his face away.

It was a meaningless hooked lip, not even a smile, as if standing in front of him was a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Lan Jing's eyes ached from his calm expression.

He imagined that when he stood in front of Cong Lang, the other party might react: anger, sneer, hatred, or direct hands to clean him up.

But the other party's attitude at the moment was not what Lan Jing expected. The man had a cigarette in his mouth, regarded him as air, and chatted with Shang Shaodong again.

On the other hand, the young man sitting next to Cong Lang, after looking at Lan Jing in disbelief for a few minutes, suddenly shouted in horror, "You are the murderer who stabbed Uncle Shu!"

Lan Jing's eyes turned from Cong Lang's face to the young man.

"Brother, it's him!" The young man grabbed Cong Lang's arm, terrified and excited, "That night in the hospital, he was the one who attacked uncle from behind with a knife. I saw it clearly!"

On that night of drizzling rain, under the pale light in the hospital corridor, a black figure leapt up and slashed down with a murderous blade. The scene of a waterfall of blood on the neck of Shuming City was still clearly and firmly engraved on the young man's heart after several months. in mind.

Every time he thinks about it, he can't help but shudder.

Lan Jing stared coldly at the young man in front of him accusing him. At that time, he only had his target Shu Mingcheng in his eyes, and he didn't know how many people saw the scene of him beating him.

Come to think of it, this man was one of the witnesses to the incident that night.

"Call the police, I want to call the police," the young man took out his phone and pressed 110 with a white face, "I want to tell Uncle Shu that the person who hurt him is back!"

While the young man was talking, he wanted to press the dial key, but a hand with long knuckles reached out to hold his hand, and said with a chuckle, "It's time to eat."

"?" The young man looked up at Cong Lang beside him. Seeing that the other party didn't have the excited look on his face when he heard the murderer, he couldn't help being stunned, and then looked at Lan Jing standing there silently with probing and doubtful eyes.

Lan Jing didn't look at him again, his gaze had been on Cong Lang's hand from just now, and there was an indistinct gloomy look in the bottom of his eyes.

He took off the ring, the one with his name engraved on it, according to Cong Lang's words, the unique ring in the world is no longer on his ring finger.

Lan Jing was in a trance for a moment, and couldn't help but took a step in Cong Lang's direction.

At this time, Shang Shaodong, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up suddenly, "The soup should be almost done, let's go, go eat."

As he said that, he came over to hold Lin Xiao's hand.

"Eat first, if you have anything to say, let's talk after eating." Lin whispered in Lan Jing's ear, and then pulled down his sleeve.

Lan Jing pursed his lips and followed them into their seats.

Shang Shaodong’s home has two kitchens inside and outside, and next to the open kitchen outside is a rectangular dining table for eight people.

Shang Shaodong and Lin Yao sat together, and the young man whom Lan Jing didn't know naturally joined Cong Lang, and before sitting down, he eagerly opened the chair for Cong Lang.

Lin Xiao was sensitive and delicate, and immediately patted the seat next to him to call Lan Jing to come and sit.

"Brother, here." The young man picked up a piece of ribs and put them in Cong Lang's bowl.

As soon as Lan Jing picked up the chopsticks, he heard the humanity on the other side say, "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

But he didn't take the rib out of his bowl.

If Lan Jing's face was still a bit uneasy at first, it was already so heavy that water could drip out.

But except for Lin Shao, everyone present didn't seem to feel it. Although Cong Lang implicitly refused, the young man continued to serve him.

"The sweet and sour lotus root made by Brother Dong is delicious. Brother, you should try a piece too."

The dining table was full of voices from young people praising the delicious food and persuading Cong Lang to eat more. Lan Jing's face became more and more serious, and finally he raised his eyes, staring at the young man opposite him with undisguised murderous intent.

The young man suddenly met his gaze, the chopsticks holding the lotus root trembled, and then carefully retracted his hands.

"You... If you want to eat, I will give it to you." The young man tremblingly said, his appearance is very iconic, but the outline of the facial features is too soft for a man's face, and his temperament is not rigid.

Frightened by Lan Jing at this moment, the young man shrugged his shoulders slightly, his eyes frightened, giving people a sense of shrinking.

This is not the type Cong Lang likes, but he is sitting next to Cong Lang.

Shang Shaodong on the side cleared his throat, and stared at Lan Jing warningly.

"After eating, let's take a rest. Haven't you had a good rest lately? The dark circles under your eyes have come out." In order to ease the atmosphere, Lin Xiao whispered to him while adding vegetables to the Lanjing bowl.

And Cong Lang didn't seem to feel the stagnant atmosphere on the dining table, and he was chewing vegetables slowly.

Seeing that Lan Jing finally withdrew his frightening gaze, the young man heaved a long sigh of relief, and thoughtfully offered Cong Langsheng soup, "Brother, here you are."

Snapped--

Everyone looked up one after another, and saw Lan Jing slapping down the chopsticks with a sullen face, then suddenly got up, walked around the dining table, grabbed Cong Lang's arm and dragged him up from his seat.

"Brother!" The young man exclaimed.

Lan Jing didn't speak, and directly took Cong Lang to the bathroom, and then slammed the door hard.

The next second he pushed the man against the wall and asked angrily, "Who is he?"

The distance between the tips of their noses was less than half an inch, and they were almost touching. Cong Lang tilted his head calmly and said calmly, "Yin Hang."

"What does it have to do with you?" Lan Jing asked.

Cong Lang didn't answer, but pushed Lan Jing away slightly with his hands, leaned against the wall in silence for a few seconds, and then smiled, "Young Master Lan, don't ask about this, it's my privacy after all."

"What did you call me?" Lan Jing's eyes were red, and he grabbed Cong Lang's hand suddenly, "Where's the ring?"

Cong Lang didn't speak, took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, then looked at Lan Jing's face that was close to Chi Chi, and after a while he raised his lips and smiled and said, "Throw away yours too, the next one will be jealous when he sees it. "

He spoke calmly, but Lan Jing's eyes turned red instantly, his lips trembled almost imperceptibly, and he was speechless for a long time.

In the past three days, he hardly closed his eyes, and he described it as a failure. Looking at it now, he looked more like a person recovering from a serious illness than Cong Lang.

"You... how could you..."

Lan Jing bit the soft flesh in his mouth with his teeth, he wanted to say, how could you treat me like this?But thinking about what he had done, he really didn't have the position to ask such a question, so he had no choice but to kiss Cong Lang's lips fiercely while staring silently, expressing his urgent thoughts.

But Cong Lang pushed him away.

Lan Jing stared blankly at the person in front of him wiping off a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, then smoked a cigarette as if nothing had happened, and said nothing.

After a long time, he closed his eyes, his throat convulsed, and his voice became hoarse and distorted, "So, you don't want me anymore?"

Cong Lang finally bit his cigarette and looked at him, "It's a peaceful breakup, no one owes anyone, all my things in that house have been moved out, and the key is in the drawer of the shoe cabinet."

Lan Jing took a step back, he knew that this was the last honor left to him by the other party.