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Because he owed him another time, Cong Lang was almost beaten to death by Lan Jing.

Fortunately, the little nurse arrived in time to prevent this human tragedy from happening.

But when Lan Jing left, he nibbled on Cong Lang's lips like a tooth for a tooth, and said in a low voice, "You wait for me."

Cong Lang hissed in pain and gasped for air, but there was a gorgeous and evil smile between the corners of his eyes and brows. He really liked Lan Jing's appearance so much, it was energetic, spicy,

When he first met him, he felt that Lan Jing was like a cat, loose and indifferent, lying lazily on the bar all day long.

Several times, he tried to hook up with the other party, but every time they came back to tease him first. When he thought there was something interesting, the other party gave him a casual look, and then ignored him indifferently.

Simply extremely proud.

But now he feels that this person is more like a glass of strong wine, which can burn from the throat to the heart, bringing infinite stimulation to people.

I couldn't help but want to fuck him again, Cong Lang thought aftertaste, it's a pity, he belongs to Lei Shao.

In the next few days, both of them were safe and sound. Both of them were recovering from their injuries. Lan Jing was slightly injured, and soon healed. Cong Lang was finally able to go to the ground, and the two were in the corridor. When they met, the words were not speculative, and they were violently pinched again.

The previous treatment was all in vain, and Cong Lang's other leg was also discounted.

The doctor was angry and severely criticized the two, but they still didn't stop.

Lan Jing felt that he was not a person who liked violence, and he would never do things that could be resolved with his mouth, but when he saw Cong Lang, the fire in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

As for Cong Lang, every time he couldn't help but provoke Lan Jing, he opened his mouth to tease him a few words, and he took great pleasure in provoking Lan Jing.

In this way, during the day-to-day and three-day fights, the injuries of the two were still recovering extremely slowly.

A week later, Lan Jing was already alive and kicking, no pain anywhere, but he still didn't go through the discharge procedures, even when the doctor came to urge him.

He has to keep an eye on Cong Lang. In fact, he hasn't let Cong Lang out of his sight these days. He is afraid that Lei Shao will mess with him.

In fact, Lei Shao condescended to come to the ward to talk. Lan Jing guessed that the two should have reached a reconciliation.

But Lan Jing didn't dare to take any risks, he just felt that before Cong Lang had no ability to protect himself, he had to watch and not let this person get into trouble under his nose.

When Cong Lang was discharged from the hospital, Lan Jing left with him.

When parting at the intersection, Cong Lang stretched his waist, and said to Lan Jing beside him, "Young Master Lan, let's make an appointment tonight to celebrate?"

Lan Jing scoffed, "What are you celebrating? Celebrating that you were not killed?"

Cong Lang sighed, "At least I have been a patient for more than a month, but Lan Shao is still so cold-blooded and ruthless."

Lan Jing didn't bother to talk to him and told him to go away.

He used to just dislike this guy, not to the point of being annoying, but now he can't wait to tear off this annoying face.

After leaving the hospital, Lei Shao was definitely going to ask him to have dinner, and Lan Jing was thinking about how to evade it when the other party's call came.

"Get off at the intersection ahead, I'll be behind you." Lei Shao said.

Lan Jing looked through the rented rearview mirror, and the big Benz that Lei Shao used to sit in was indeed not far behind.

He had to get out of the car.

Lei Shao's car drove up, and Lan Jing wanted to sit in the co-pilot, but Lei Shao had already opened the rear door.

"Mr. Lei." Lan Jing sat in.

Lei Shao looked at him, "I lost weight."

Lan Jing smiled, "I'm hospitalized, I must be thin, if I'm not thin, how dare I say I went to the hospital."

When Lei Shao heard this, a smile flashed across his deep eyes, and he said, "Come to my place for dinner recently, and make up for it."

"It's too far away, I have to go to work." Lan Jing said.

Lei Shao was silent for a moment, he didn't insist after all, but only told Lan Jing to eat well.

The dinner was a feast for the guests and the host, Lei Shao considered Lan Jing's body, and asked the cook to cook all the ingredients that were both delicious and nourishing.

Lan Jing ate a lot to save face.

After eating for a while, Lan Jing got up to say goodbye. Lei Shao asked him to stay at home overnight, but Lan Jing refused.

"Then let Zixing send you off." Lei Shao said.

Lan Jing nodded, he didn't come by car, and it's not easy to take a taxi here, so he said, "Thank you, Mr. Lei."

Lei Shao waved his hand, and then reminded Lan Jing as if he remembered something, "September NO.20 is only a few days away."