cry that scum

It only took a second or two for him to lose control of his emotions, and Lan Jing quickly adjusted himself calmly.

Cong Lang has been watching him from the side, and when he finished eating, he picked up the car key that was thrown on the bar and said, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Lan Jing asked.

Cong Lang raised his chin, blinked and said, "I'll take you to the waves."

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, didn't ask any more questions, and followed Cong Lang out the door with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Cong Lang's mighty and domineering global limited-edition heavy locomotive ICON Sheened was parked outside Lan Ye's door.

It quietly crawled under the dim streetlights, its smooth body and cold metal texture made it look like a noble, sharp, and ready-to-go beast.

Lan Jing raised his head and let out a long whistle.

There were two helmets on the car body, Cong Lang walked over to pick up one of them and handed it to Lan Jing, then put on the other and started the motorcycle, then turned around and stretched out his hand to him, "Come here?"

Lan Jing didn't speak, just looked at Cong Lang, the eyes of the other party seemed to have a demagogic power under the night sky, it seemed that it could really make people drop everything and follow him.

Let's go.

Lan Jing smiled, put on his helmet, patted Cong Lang's hand away, and got on the motorcycle with his legs up.

"Hold me tight." Cong Lang turned his head and knocked Lan Jing's helmet with his own.

Lan Jing slapped him, telling him to stop talking nonsense and hurry up.

The locomotive drove slowly from the urban area to the suburbs, and when it reached an abandoned highway, the speed suddenly increased. Cong Lang slammed the accelerator, and the heavy roar of the heavy locomotive immediately pierced the dark night.

Because of inertia, Lan Jing had to hold Cong Lang tightly, and because of the characteristics of the motorcycle itself, the bodies of the two were also very close.

Lan Jing's chest was closely attached to Cong Lang's back, and the whistling wind was heard in his ears. As the speed became faster and faster, the adrenaline in his body soared sharply, and the blood in his whole body boiled.

At that moment, Lan Jing felt that he and Cong Lang were the only two left in the world. This person was leading him to fly forward, and all those nightmares that he could never get rid of were left behind.

He suddenly hoped that the car would not stop, just go forward like this, stepping on the wind, without stopping.

But the journey always has an end. After driving in a straight line for 10 to [-] minutes, the speed of the locomotive slowed down slowly, and finally stopped at the edge of a half-dry lake.

"How is it?" Cong Lang took off his helmet, scratched his messed up hair, and asked Lan Jing with a smile.

Lan Jing stepped off the scooter, jumped on the ground and said, "Excellent!"

He still hasn't recovered from the excitement that only seeks speed, and his heart is pounding.

"This road is straight, and there is no one in the middle of the night, so you can let go and run."

Cong Lang sat in the car and pointed ahead, "But after going around this lake, we started to go up the mountain. There are many curves on the mountain, so the speed cannot be increased too fast."

"Do you come here often?" Lan Jing finally calmed down his heartbeat, and asked following Cong Lang's words.

"Occasionally I come here to compete with my friends." Cong Lang said.

"Competition?" Lan Jing's eyes lit up.

Cong Lang looked at him and raised his lips, "If you want to see it, I will bring you with me next time."

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, glanced at Cong Lang, then looked away, but soon put his gaze on the other party, and finally stared at him and smiled, "Hey, is this the way you always pick up guys? "

"Huh?" Cong Lang didn't react for a moment.

Lan Jing bent down, pinched Cong Lang's chin with his hand, approached him and asked jokingly, "Aren't you picking on me?"