cry that scum

Lan Jing thought of many ways to deal with Cong Lang - breaking his leg, breaking his arm, throwing him into the sea to feed the fish.

But it's hard to think about it.

He must make that bastard cry for his father and mother, and his memory will be long enough once.

So after pondering for a long time, a wonderful bad idea came to mind.

That night, Cong Lang rode his flamboyant pure black motorcycle to Lan Ye.

It was a lively time in the bar, the bar was full of people, and the bartender A was performing flower work under the symphony of lights.

Cong Lang found a vacant seat and sat down, tapping his knuckles on the countertop with fingerless gloves, "Have a glass of wine."

Ah A saw him, and immediately gave him a wink. At the same time, he quickly mixed a glass of wine that Cong Lang usually ordered, and then twisted his waist and handed it to him.

"Brother Lang went to play with the car again?"

"Hmm." Cong Lang took a sip and pursed his lips, "The taste of this wine is different from the previous one?"

When Ah A heard it, his heart skipped a beat, but he said with a smile on his face, "I added some things to it and made some innovations. What do you think, brother Lang?"

Cong Lang shook his head and put down his wine glass, "It's not as good as before."

"Okay." Ah A shrugged regretfully, and said with a look of frustration, "Looks like Brother Lang doesn't like it."

After finishing speaking, he quickly became happy again, "But I have made a new wine these two days, and I guarantee that my brother will want another glass after drinking one glass. Do you want to try it, Brother Lang?"

Cong Lang looked at the little goblin in front of him and raised his eyebrows, "You want to use me as your guinea pig again."

"Oh, who told me that Brother Lang has the most tricky tongue here? If you like it, it will definitely be a hit. How about helping others to taste it?"

Cong Lang didn't speak, but moved his hands, signaling Ah A to get out and make drinks.

Ah A happily took the order, and after a while, he put a glass of very beautiful cocktail in front of Cong Lang, and then blinked his starry eyes expectantly.

Cong Lang took a sip, swirled the wine around on the tip of his tongue, and then gave a pertinent evaluation, "Average."

Ah A didn't have any disappointment on his face this time, he just smiled and said that he would improve and improve.

He changed the wine that Cong Lang used to like and drank most often, and made fun of the other party a few more times, and then went to work on his own, but kept his eyes on Cong Lang secretly.

He thought in his heart that it was very dangerous, although the things Lan Shao gave him were colorless and tasteless, but adding them to the wine would still affect the taste, and he would definitely be able to taste it if he met a tricky tongue.

Sure enough, Cong Lang felt that the taste was not right after only one sip. Fortunately, he was clever and tricked the other party into taking another sip of the cocktail, which was also filled with ingredients.

Ah A calculated the amount Cong Lang drank, and he felt that it should be about the same.

It is said that as long as a drop of that thing is needed, no matter how strong a man or a woman can be, it can be softened into a puddle of water. It is a must-have item for couples looking for excitement.

I don't know if it's really that useful?

Ah A muttered in his heart, after a while, his eyes lit up, because Cong Lang slowly lay down on the bar counter.

ha!Has the medicine started to work?Ah A walked over cautiously and pushed Cong Lang.

"Brother Lang?"

"Well……"

Cong Lang lay still on his stomach, only humming indistinctly. Ah A moved closer to him, and could hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

mission completed.

Ah A immediately excitedly sent a message to his boss: Lan Shao, I've put you down!

Lan Jing replied Ah A with a well-done emoji, and a minute later, he stood leisurely in front of Cong Lang.