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When he arrived at the residence and was about to get off the car, Lan Jing suddenly asked Mu Zixing, "You are the closest person to Mr. Lei. He came to give me an analysis. If I don't agree, will Mr. Lei kill me?"

When he asked this, his voice was relaxed and smiling, and Mu Zixing was not sure if he really wanted to know an answer.

He glanced at Lan Jing, and said honestly, "I don't know, no one will reject him like you."

"Then I'm really scared." Lan Jing twitched his lips, said something to Mu Zixing and left, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Mu Zixing looked at his back, the expression in his eyes was dim.

After going upstairs, Lan Jing went to exercise for an hour in the basement turned into a gym, then took a shower, took two sleep aids, and went to bed.

Waking up from a nightmare as usual in the middle of the night, he breathed heavily and wiped the sweat off his forehead, then went into the bathroom as usual.

In the mirror was a cold and pale face that was completely different from usual.

Lan Jing held his breath and stuck his head into the cold water, and when he was about to suffocate, he straightened up suddenly and shook it violently. He wanted to get rid of all the faces that came to him for his life, but to no avail.

He knew that every face had already taken root in his heart, turned into a demon, gnawing at his heart all the time.

After standing still for a long time with the support of the washstand, Lan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, then went back to the bedroom, got dressed, and went out with his mobile phone.

In the dead of night, there was no one on the street, only a few skinny stray dogs and cats scurrying among the street trees on the side of the road.

Lan Jing took out the cigarette case, knocked out one for himself with one hand, held it in his mouth and walked along the sidewalk.

He went to Blue Night, the bar was past the bustling hour, and there were only scattered people sitting in the booths.

Lan Jing went in quietly, and then stopped a few meters away from the bar.

There was a person sitting in front of the high stool at the bar. Hearing the movement, the other person turned his head slightly, and seeing the blue scene, his peach blossom eyes, which were as beautiful as glass, immediately burst into a captivating smile.

"You came."

His voice was deep and slow, filtered by the atmosphere at the moment, it seemed very affectionate.

Lan Jing's heart trembled, and it was rare that he didn't open his mouth to choke on the other party. He sat down on the seat next to him and asked, "Why, Young Master Cong is waiting for me?"

He suddenly thought of what Cong Lang said to celebrate when he broke up with him at the hospital gate, and the hand holding the cigarette shook uncontrollably.

At the same time, he heard Cong Lang say, "I told you that I would celebrate my discharge with Young Master Lan tonight, did Young Master Lan think I was joking?"

After speaking, he took out a plate of small cakes out of nowhere, and pushed them in front of Lan Jing with a smile.

"Come on, celebrate Lan Shao's new student."

"Get out, you are the one who came back from the gate of hell, not me." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, nodded with a smile, "That's right, I have to celebrate that I was not beaten to death by Lan Shao in the hospital."

Hearing the obvious teasing tone of the other party, Lan Jing snorted, then picked up the cake and ate it into his mouth without expression.

The sweet and creamy taste spread on the back of his tongue, Lan Jing slowly swallowed the last bite of the cake, maybe the nightmare at night made his nerves a little slender and fragile, at this moment he suddenly felt a slight heat in his eye sockets .