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Cong Lang didn't stay longer at Yan's house, he went to say hello to Yan Kun and Jin Dao, and left the birthday party early on the pretext that he had something to do.

All the way back, it was still early, Cong Lang stopped in front of a flower shop.

"Sir, come to see the flowers, what kind do you want?" A little girl with big eyes smiled at him holding a bouquet of lilies.

Cong Lang looked around the store, took two steps to the left, reached out and picked out a red rose, and said, "Hi, I'll take this."

The shop assistant smiled and took the bouquet from his hand, "Give it to your girlfriend, I'll make it more beautiful for you."

"No need," Cong Lang smiled, and said while scanning the QR code to pay, "I can just take it like this."

"Then I'll give you a thorn."

"Thank you."

Coming out of the flower shop, Cong Lang put the roses on the back seat, and instead of going home first, he went to the dessert shop he ran, where he spent an hour making a cream cake by himself before taking it back Xiaobieye.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard voices. Cong Lang changed his shoes, walked through the hallway, looked into the living room, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "When did you come back?"

Xi Runyao, who was talking to Lan Jing, smiled and stood up, "I just arrived in the morning, so I came to see you...well, you guys."

Xi Runyao said, looked at the things Cong Lang was holding, and smiled knowingly.

Lan Jing also looked at Cong Lang and blinked.

Cong Lang signaled Xi Runyao to sit down, then put the things on the side cabinet without changing color, then took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, came back and said with a smile, "You two should already know each other."

In fact, Xi Runyao came only 10 minutes earlier than Cong Lang, and he and Lan Jinggang had finished introducing each other and looking at each other.

But Lan Jing deliberately joked, "I've become his fan."

Xi Runyao pursed his lips and smiled, followed him, "Mr. Lan and I hit it off very well, you should have introduced us earlier."

Lan Jing nodded in agreement, looked at Cong Lang with a smile, pointed at Xi Runyao, and said, "Yes, maybe there is nothing wrong with you, Young Master Cong, this is my favorite type."

"Don't think about it, you're not his type," Cong Lang snorted, rubbed Lan Jing's hair without looking outside, sat down next to him, and then looked at the two of them and said, "Although you are familiar with each other, but I still solemnly introduce it.”

He introduced Xi Runyao to Lan Jing, "I am young."

Then he introduced Lan Jing to Xi Runyao, "The person who will spend the rest of my life with me in the future."

When Lan Jing heard this, he raised his head to look at him a little touched.

Cong Lang rubbed the tip of Lan Jing's nose with his hand, while Xi Runyao watched from the side, with a warm smile in his eyes, he said to Cong Lang, "Congratulations, you have found your other half."

"Thank you." Cong Lang poured himself a glass of ice water and turned to look at him, "How long are you going to stay this time?"

"I don't know yet. There is a case here that involves the studio. I was called back to cooperate with the investigation, so I will not leave for the time being."

Xi Runyao rubbed his brows as he spoke, with a faint tiredness on his face, obviously the case made him worry a lot.

Cong Lang stopped drinking water, "What case, do you need my help?"

Xi Runyao shook his head, "No, I just need to cooperate with the police investigation."

It turned out that a makeup assistant in Xi Runyao's studio died suddenly. After preliminary investigation, the police suspected it was murder.

So Xi Runyao was called back halfway through the filming of the filming in other places. He was originally a public figure. When such a case happened, both the studio and himself were caught in a storm of public opinion, and hot searches continued every day.

For this matter, Xi Runyao and the team have not rested since yesterday.

After listening to Xi Runyao, Cong Lang realized that he really didn't need to intervene, so he nodded, and then looked at the time, "I see you are very tired, why don't you go to the guest room to rest for a while?"

"No, it's very busy over there, and I have to go back in a while," Xi Runyao said, "I heard from my uncle that you are sick and have just been discharged from the hospital. I'll come and have a look. Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't tell anyone outside, lest you worry, and it's not a serious illness, and it's cured now." Cong Lang said.

Xi Runyao knew that Cong Lang had such a temper and was carrying everything by himself, so he told him to take a good rest and pay attention to his body, and then said, "Also, didn't you say that you wanted to insert a male third in my new movie? There is an audition next Friday, remember to get someone to come."

After he mentioned it, Cong Lang remembered that he had indeed led Yin Hang back then, but he was probably dismissed by Lao Shu later, and that person never came to find him again, and he didn't know where he went.

"Forget it," Cong Lang just said, but Lan Jing stopped him, "Don't count it," then asked Xi Runyao enthusiastically, "Is your audition fun? Can I go?"

"Um, of course." Xi Runyao said with a smile.

Lan Jing immediately turned to Cong Lang and said, "I want to go."

Seeing that he was rarely interested in one thing, although it was very sudden, Cong Lang just raised his eyebrows, and then agreed directly without saying a word.

"But if you fail the audition, don't cry." Cong Lang teased him.

Because I heard that the director is notoriously strict, and it is easy to get an audition spot, but it is up to the director to decide whether he can pass, and no one else will give face.

I don't know if I add an investment now, can I insist on a role for their family Lan Xiaojing?

Cong Lang was thinking about asking Xi Runyao privately, but Lan Jing had already cut it, his eyes were very disdainful, as if saying: I can't live?What are you kidding?

Yan Kun and those two idiots can act, I am sure!Lan Jing is very confident in himself.

Xi Runyao told Lan Jing the specific time and location of the audition, and then passed the script to him and taught him some acting skills temporarily. Lan Jing was excited when he heard it, but Xi Runyao's manager called.

Xi Runyao had no choice but to leave first.

As soon as the people left, Cong Lang locked the door and brought the cake and roses from the cabinet.

"The taste may not be as good as before." Cong Lang smiled and handed him the rose.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, stared at him for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

"Master Cong, you are a master of love after all, aren't you so vulgar, giving roses to everyone you chase after? And there is only one."

"I haven't chased you before. You are the first and the last."

Cong Lang flicked the dark green leaves on the flower branch, stretched his hands forward, and raised the corners of his mouth, asking, "Then do you want it?"

Although roses are vulgar, they represent the most straightforward meaning.

Lan Jing stared at Hua for a few seconds, then looked at Cong Lang's eyes, those beautiful peach eyes were filled with a slight smile and tenderness.

Lan Jing was inexplicably attracted by those eyes, and couldn't help leaning over to kiss Cong Lang's eyes, then took the flower branch from Young Master Cong's hand, slid his lips to the other's ear, and whispered, "Bit the flowers at night. You do it."

The breath in the ears was warm, and the voice was so provocative, how could Young Master Cong wait until night, and directly press the back of the other's head and kiss them, then pulled each other and fell down on the sofa.

"I haven't eaten yet." Lan Jing struggled meaningfully while being clothed.

"It's too late now," Cong Lang pressed down from behind, sucked a circle along his sensitive ears, and said with a smile, "Let Brother Cong eat up first, and then I'll make it for you."

Lan Jing clicked his tongue and helped Cong Lang pull off his pants, "Why the hell are you so involuntary?"

As soon as the words fell, his crotch was flicked by his knuckles and then he was held. Cong Lang's lustful voice rang in his ears, "Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps, Lan Xiaojing, are you so brave?"

Lan Jing took a deep breath and snorted.

When Cong Lang went to the bathroom to get lubricant, Lan Jing felt along the back of the sofa and held something in his palm.

"By the way, your ex-sweetheart is better than me in every aspect, if you let him go, will you regret it later?" Lan Jing suddenly asked jokingly amidst panting.

Cong Lang laughed, and leaned over to stick it down, "I still remember this, it seems that I have to work harder, so as not to distract my little blue cat from thinking wildly."

As he spoke, he touched the rose branch from the table and handed it to Lan Jing's mouth, "Come on, bite."

Lan Jing obediently opened his mouth to hold it, and then heard Young Master Cong whispering in his ear and said with a low voice, "Lan Xiaojing is the only one who really falls in love with him. He hasn't been in love before, and he won't be in the future. If you want to be jealous, just Only eat your own."

Hearing this, Lan Jing turned to look at Cong Lang, put his hand around his neck, and kissed him.

When the ambiguous sounds in the room gradually subsided, in the aftertaste of the climax, Lan Jing spread his palms and waved in front of Cong Lang's eyes.

"what?"

Cong Lang grabbed his hand, smiled when he saw the two plain circles in Lan Jing's hand, and took the one with his name engraved on it, "I thought you lost your temper that night in the restaurant. .”

After a quarrel at the revolving restaurant on the roof that night, when Cong Lang saw Lan Jing again, he realized that the ring was no longer in this man's hand. At that time, he thought that Lan Jing probably threw it away in a fit of anger. Now it's in his hands.

"I thought you lost it too," Lan Jing threw up and caught another coin engraved with Cong Lang's name, blinked, and said in a very soft tone, "I found it in the study drawer. "

Cong Lang hooked his lips, "I don't want to lose it."

Lan Jing turned his head to look at him, his heart suddenly weakened, and he stretched out his hand, "I'll give you a chance to put it on again."

Cong Lang held his fingertips and kissed them, and put the plain ring on his ring finger.

"Bring your hand." After putting it on, Lan Jing grabbed Cong Lang's hand, with a happy smile on his face, but he said in a very cruel tone, "If you dare to pick it again in the future, this hand will be chopped off. Don't ask for it."

"I dare not." Cong Lang said with his lips curled up.

"Hey, should I kneel down and propose something?" Lan Jing suddenly remembered something, and said happily, "From now on, you will be my legitimate wife of Lan Jing."

"You can't ask for a marriage proposal, but let's change the way of kneeling."

"Huh?" Lan Jing looked at him unclearly.

Cong Lang raised his lips, grabbed Lan Jing, let him sit on his knees, and started a new round of siege, saying, "Okay, please."

Lan Jing, "..."

(Finish)