cry that scum

"Fuck you!" Lan Jing was almost furious, this bastard usually looks like a human being, but he didn't expect to be so shameless!

Lan Jing glared at him, damn it!Why didn't the Oscar statuette be awarded to you!

"Baby, do you know that you look so energetic, I'm so hard to stare at?" Cong Lang said while pulling Lan Jing's clothes.

Lan Jing gritted his teeth, "Sooner or later, my mother will really destroy your fucking thing."

"Tsk," Cong Lang said with a smile, "What do you use if you're useless?"

Lan Jing sneered, "Without the front, there is the back."

"I have ambitions, keep working hard, and strive to be used behind me. I am optimistic about Lan Shao," Cong Lang teased, turned Lan Jing over, put a pillow under his waist, and patted his butt Said, "But now I still have to develop Young Master Lan well."

"Well......"

It's a foregone conclusion, Lan Jing is not a person who cares about every detail, besides, the lust has been provoked, who cares about other things.

So he resigned to his fate and gave up resisting, grabbed Cong Lang's neck and kissed him fiercely, ordering, "Serve me well."

"Which time have I never made Lan Shao so exciting?" Cong Lang teased.

Lan Jing hummed twice, but did not refute.

After the panting in the room subsided, Lan Jing pushed Cong Lang away and went down to take a shower.

After coming out, the hands of the clock have pointed to seven in the morning.

Lan Jing was a little hungry, so he called the room service short number and ordered a dessert for himself.

"Are you tired of eating this early in the morning?" Cong Lang held a cigarette in his hand, leaning on the head of the bed with his bare upper body looking at him.

Lan Jing didn't make a sound, took a bite of the Black Forest cake in his hand, and said, "It's not as delicious as yours."

"I've never seen a man who loves sweets so much," Cong Lang laughed, with a little pampering in his eyes, "I recently made a new product, and I'll bring it to you to try some other day."

"For your sweetheart?" Lan Jing asked casually.

Cong Lang smiled, "That's right, you taste it first and check it out for me."

The tea restaurant that he took Lan Jing to before was originally a gift for his sweetheart, but the other party didn't want it, so he stayed and ran it by himself.

Cong Lang usually likes to make desserts by himself.

So every once in a while, he will try to make a new flavor, but before launching it, he will pack a copy first and send it to that person.

However, he didn't know whether the other party would eat or not.

Lan Jing bit the cake in his mouth and glanced at Cong Lang, neither saying yes nor no.

Cong Lang flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, and when he saw the black plastic bag thrown on the table, he took it over.

"What's this?"

"For you." Lan Jing said.

"Huh?" Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, touched the plastic bag, "Condition?"

Lan Jing pouted, and asked him to open it for himself.

"Young Master Lan will come as soon as he comes, and he will also bring a case. Although the cases you want are all high-end, I can't afford to buy them..."

Cong Lang said while unpacking the bag, and when he saw the contents clearly, he froze for a moment, and couldn't stop being so happy.

"Master Lan..."

Cong Lang rubbed his cheeks sore from laughter, raised his eyes, and looked at Lan Jing with a burning gaze, his eyes were full of meaning and playfulness.

Lan Jing had a bad intuition, so he immediately said, "Shut up!"

At the same time, Young Master Cong had an intriguing look on his face, "Master Lan thinks that I am not physically fit? Or is it not long enough? I need to use this thing."

"I thought with my ability..." Cong Lang blinked, "Hmm...I didn't expect Young Master Lan to be so dissatisfied with desire?"

Lan Jing, "..."

"I was negligent. I didn't expect Lan Shao's demand to be so great."

Lan Jing, "..."

I am not, I am not.

"How about another shot?" Cong Lang smiled and hooked his hands at Lan Jing, "Let Lan Shao feel for himself whether I need to eat this thing with my physical strength and endurance?"

Lan Jing uttered a word indifferently, "Get lost!"

And there is a villain in his heart who is jumping, wow!Dog days!Damn I don't mean that!

I'm fucking trying to mock you with it!

It's just that he never expected to shoot himself in the foot again.

Lan Jing's forehead throbbed, and before he couldn't control himself and beat Cong to death, he put down the cake in his hand, grabbed the phone, turned around and left.

"Hey! Don't continue to shoot?" Cong Lang shook the kidney tablet in his hand with a suppressed smile, "Aren't you going to take this thing away?"

"I said I'll send you off," Lan Jing paused, and turned around expressionlessly, "Young Master Cong is like a male dog in heat every day, I'm afraid you'll die, so I bought this thing for you. Bubu, no thanks."

"Oh——" Cong Lang nodded, "Young Master Lan cares so much about my kidneys, so it's still dissatisfaction with desire."

What responded to him was Lan Jing angrily slamming the door shut, and a lighter slamming at the door.

"what!"

Lan Jing ignored the screams in the room, straightened his collar, walked into the elevator with a murderous look, raised his head, and saw an acquaintance standing inside.

Yan Kun, who was forcibly pulled up early in the morning to attend an event, was yawning and listlessly listening to his manager's nagging, but halfway through the yawn, he saw Lan Jing walking in from the elevator .

His eyes widened in surprise, and he forcibly held back the remaining half of his yawn. For some reason, he, who never cared about his image, instantly put away his limp and boneless appearance, and stood quite straight to greet Lan Jing , "Hi, Brother Blue."

Lan Jing ignored him directly.

Yan Kun thought he didn't recognize him, so he quickly took off his mask and glasses, jumped in front of Lan Jing and waved happily at him, "It's me, Brother Lan!"

Lan Jing stared at him coldly.

Yan Kun's neck shrank, and he was cowed for an instant. He stepped aside embarrassingly, and didn't dare to speak anymore. He only glanced at the other party from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

The manager next to him secretly poked his arm.

"Don't make trouble." Yan Kun patted the opponent's hand away, feeling a little depressed, he remembered that Lan Jing said that he didn't like him.

In reality, although Yan Kun is a star-studded existence, there are many black fans and passers-by who hate him on the Internet, and Yan Kun doesn't think much of it, but only seeing the blue scene on both sides makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because the other party looks like his brother.

The atmosphere in the car was very depressing, until Lan Jing left, the stagnant air began to flow again.

Yan Kun's shoulders collapsed, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his manager grabbed his arm and yelled into his ear, "Yan Xiaokun!"

"Ah?" Yan Kun jumped in fright.

He turned his head, and saw his manager, Ruan Xiaoyu, was staring at him with his hands on his hips, with the ferocious eyes of a tiger wanting to eat people, and then roared angrily:

"Aren't you listening to me and messing around with fans?!"

"And now it seems that you are still posting!?"