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Sensing someone beside him, Cong Lang raised his face.

Lan Jing hissed, looked down at Cong Lang condescendingly, a word popped out of his mind when he first saw him: evildoer.

The man's face in front of him is too shallow to be described as beautiful. His face is simply the best proof of being favored by God. His nose bridge is straight, his thin lips are slightly red, and his facial features are so delicate that they almost have a seductive look.

But his appearance is not neutral, let alone make him mistaken for a woman.

It all depends on the other party's extremely bright peach eyes and the corners of the mouth that are always slightly raised, which is both ruffian and evil.

And a small tear mole in the corner of his left eye added a bit of flirtatiousness to him.

At this moment, the peach blossom eyes were dyed crimson by the drug, and they were slightly half-narrowed looking at the shadow under the mask in front of their eyes.

Seeing him like this, Lan Jing's breathing couldn't help but his lower abdomen tightened and became hot.

Damn, I don't know what kind of environment and genes have created such a disaster, Lan Jing secretly said.

Cong Lang stared at Lan Jing for a few seconds, recognized him, and raised the corner of his mouth, "You're here."

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, leaned closer and looked at Cong Lang for a while, and then asked with a half-smile, "Why, Mr. Cong is waiting for me?"

The two were very close, Lan Jing's breath was all over his face when he spoke, and Cong Lang's suppressed breathing couldn't help but a little heavier.

He tilted his head back calmly, and said with a smile, "If you dare to bribe Ah A to give me medicine, Young Master Lan has the guts to do it."

Lan Jing was noncommittal to his statement, and only asked with a smile, "How is it? Is my wine good?"

Cong Lang nodded, turned his head and panted for a while, then suddenly grabbed Lan Jing and dragged him to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Lan, are you looking for death?"

The medicinal properties in Cong Lang's body have been fully utilized at this moment, and when he gets close, he can clearly see the raging desire in his eyes, and even looks faintly dangerous.

But Lan Jing didn't seem to notice it, he looked straight into the other's eyes, and said slowly, "I don't know if I'm going to die or not, anyway, you're going to die later."

After speaking, he whispered into his ear like Cong Lang did to him last time, and added viciously, "And he was fucked to death."

When Cong Lang heard this, he couldn't help laughing. It seemed that he had pissed off the cat last time.

But he just owed him something, and Lan Jing used such a nasty way to punish him.

Cong Lang turned his head and glanced at Lan Jing, anyone who knew him well knew that he was angry.

But this is not the time to settle accounts with Lan Jing, the most urgent thing is to dissipate the medicinal properties in the body.

Cong Lang stood up, ignored Lan Jing, and planned to leave the bar first, but just as he turned around, he was blocked by several big men.

Cong Lang's eyes narrowed, and Lan Jing standing behind him said with a visibly sinister smile, "I forgot to tell Mr. Cong that I am the owner of this bar, and you won't be able to get out from here tonight."

This bloody bastard thing.

Cong Lang cursed in his heart, then turned around slowly, "How are you doing?"

"Hmm... I don't think Cong Shao needs to go out to find someone anymore," Lan Jing pointed to the big men in front of him, and said with a smile, "They are in good shape, and they can definitely make Cong Shao feel comfortable. Do you want to think about it?"

"Of course, if you don't like them, I can do it for you."

As soon as the words were finished, Lan Jing froze for a moment, and Cong Lang looked at him with a rather strange expression, and after a while he asked in a vague way, "You want to help me? Are you sure?"

Lan Jing didn't say a word, he couldn't figure out how he could say such a sentence?

Fucked Cong himself?

He has known Cong Lang for a long time, and he never thought of having any physical relationship with this person before.

Cong Lang was not his type at all.

I was bewitched tonight and wanted to fuck him?

Cong Lang waited for a long while but still didn't get Lan Jing's answer. There were many people around, and from time to time some people cast their gazes here.

With a second thought, he first took the initiative to approach Lan Jing, hugged Lan Jing's neck and said in a hoarse voice, "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

As he spoke, his waist softened, and he fell into Lan Jing's arms, and then deliberately pretended that his mind was slowly being crushed by the drugs.

Lan Jing didn't care about the beauty throwing himself into his arms, anyway, he wasn't Liu Xiahui, he just did what he did, why think so much.

So, he dragged Cong Lang through the lobby, came to the bathroom, and locked the door with a bang.

The next second Cong Lang was pushed against the wall, and the fiery kiss fell.

"Here?" Cong Lang asked vaguely.

"There's no room here, why? Can you persist until you go out to find a hotel?" Lan Jing asked jokingly, squeezing Cong Lang's waist deliberately.

Cong Lang snorted, and water vapor swam from the bottom of his eyes instantly. He was so soft that all his weight was on Lan Jing's body.

Lan Jing didn't feel that he had much desire at first, but now he saw Cong Lang who was lax and a little bit pitiful being tortured by lust, and his lower body suddenly felt hard and painful.