cry that scum

After Lei Shao went to Cong Lang's room, Lan Jing felt uneasy, that bastard had just recovered his life, so don't kill him again.

The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help but pulled on his slippers and prepared to take a look.

As a result, I heard such a sentence as soon as I got outside the door.

Thinking that he is a living person, but he is being bought and sold as a commodity by others.

Lan Jing took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick the door open with a sullen face, and folded back covered in frost all over his body.

He waited until Lei Shao really left the hospital before stepping into Cong Lang's ward again.

Cong Lang still kept his sitting posture, his eyes lit up when he saw Lan Jing, and just about to speak with a smile, he saw the other party grabbing his crotch through the quilt like lightning.

Cong Lang was stunned for a moment, then blinked ambiguously, "Honey, are you so active?"

"I have something more proactive, do you want to try it?" Lan Jing snorted and groped his hands under the quilt.

Cong Lang felt the danger instinctively, avoided his hand and said with a smile, "Why is Young Master Lan so enthusiastic today?"

Lan Jing didn't speak, and directly hit Cong Lang's cheek with his fist, thinking that if he didn't abolish the surname Cong today, he wouldn't believe in Lan.

Cong Lang was already a seriously ill patient, but he didn't dodge the punch, and there was a thunderbolt in front of him, and Venus ran wildly.

But this was the only time Lan Jing succeeded, and before the next punch landed, Cong Lang directly tore the collar of the opponent's hospital gown and pulled him down on the bed.

"I thought Lan Shao was dissatisfied with desire and wanted to find a man to do it, but it seems I was wrong." Cong Lang licked the blood on his lips and smiled.

Lan Jing took advantage of the situation to suppress his shoulders, and replied with a sneer, "I have to fuck you, as for your thing..."

As he said, he moved his hand down, "...it's too much of a hindrance, why don't you let it go."

Cong Lang grabbed Lan Jing's hand, judging from the other party's expression, it didn't sound like a joke at all.

He couldn't help tightening his heart, secretly guessing the form of the enemy and us, but he still had a calm and smiling expression on his face.

"Young Master Lan is very angry. After all, we have lived and died together. I thought we were friends in need."

"My uncle," Lan Jing said brokenly, "who gave you such a fucking big face."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cong Lang's elbow hit his injured rib hard.

Lan Jing was in pain, and the strength that restrained the opponent suddenly relaxed a little, and Cong Lang took advantage of the situation to lift him off his body.

Lan Jing, who had recovered from his stress, was about to explode with anger, and he couldn't help but pounce on him again.

So much so that when the little nurse opened the door, she saw two big men with tall legs and long legs twisted into a ball in an ambiguous position on the hospital bed less than 1.2 meters—one was choking the other's neck, and the other was lying on the bed. One caught between the other's legs.

The little girl blushed and tried to close the door in a hurry.

But after thinking about it, both of them had injuries, so they really shouldn't have acted so violently, so she closed her eyes and reminded loudly, "Patients of 507, get ready for an injection!" Then she held the tray Ran.

And in the ward, Cong Lang pinched Lan Jing's neck out of breath, rode on him and said with a smile, "You are so obsessed with men's birds, Young Master Lan, you are so coquettish."

Lan Jing's face flushed red, but he couldn't utter a word because of the gurgling in his throat, so he could only stare at Cong Lang viciously.

Obviously he was the one who struck first and didn't suffer such a serious injury, but in the fight with the opponent, the two fought evenly - each other's vital points fell into each other's hands.

Such a result is simply too fucked.

Cong Lang seemed to see what Lan Jing was thinking, smiled, lowered his head and put it next to Lan Jing's ear and said, "Do you know why you can't beat me? Because, Lan Shao can't bear me."

"Fuck!" Lan Jing tried hard to squeeze the grandson's balls, but Cong Lang's hand around his neck suddenly tightened, "Don't touch Lan Shao, I won't show mercy."

Lan Jing obviously learned Cong Lang's ruthlessness, and he knew this very well in his heart. Taking his own life to make the other party impotent is really not a good deal.

But it is also impossible for him to compromise first.

Just when the atmosphere fell into a stalemate again, Lan Jing smelled a strong smell of blood through his nostrils, and he couldn't help but look at Cong Lang's injured abdomen.

Cong Lang also lowered his head, looked at his blood-soaked hospital gown and smiled wryly, "Young Master Lan, if you don't let go, I'm really going to die in your hands, are you willing?"

I'm fucking willing to die.

You have nothing to do with me.

Thinking of this, the strength in his hand still loosened.

Cong Lang's peach blossom eyes flashed with a smile, he let go of his hand and couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Lan Jing's slightly dry lips, and said with a smile, "That's good."