cry that scum

"Surgeon?" Cong Lang paused slightly, then smiled and said, "Yes."

"A friend of mine was wounded by a gunshot, is there anything you can do?" Lan Jing asked.

Cong Lang, who was leaning on the sofa with a lazy posture, immediately sat up straight, "Did you participate in the gunfight at Pier No. [-]?"

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows. It has only been half an hour since the fire broke out, and the police haven't heard anything about it. Young Master Cong, who is at ease somewhere, already knows about it.

He once again realized how difficult this person is.

"No, I just happened to meet." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang didn't pursue his obvious perfunctory, and instead asked, "Who was injured?"

"Friend." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang smiled, "As far as I know, Lei Shao didn't go to the scene to pick up the goods tonight. Why, do you have other friends?"

Lan Jingyan said, "You are so clear, why are you asking? Who I saved, you don't know?"

"I'm not a god," Cong Lang said with a smile, "I'll send you an address, you take the person there, and I'll say hello there."

"Thanks."

"You don't need to thank me verbally, it's better to thank me with your body, what do you think..."

Before he finished speaking, Lan Jing hung up the phone directly, and then rolled his eyes skyward. He couldn't stop Young Master Cong's coquettish and obscenity through the microphone.

The phone's WeChat rang, and Cong Lang sent the address.

Looking at the blue scene, it is not far from here, and it will be there in five or six minutes.

Paramedics had stretchers and carts ready by the time he drove over.

"Mr. Lan, right?" A young man in a white coat greeted him.

Lan Jing responded, opened the car door, and everyone quickly and carefully carried Mu Zixing onto the stretcher.

The leading young man raised Mu Zixing's eyelids to take a look, and said flatly, "Prepare for surgery."

In the blink of an eye, Lan Jing was already standing outside the door of the operating room.

Mu Zixing was sent in time. After five hours of rescue, the doctor finally pulled him back from the gate of hell.

Lan Jing was relieved.

This is a private hospital, and the young doctor who performed the surgery just now is the dean of the hospital. After Mu Zixing was transferred to the sterile intensive care unit, he told Lan Jing that there will be a special person to take care of it here, so you don’t need to guard it, and you can go to other things .

Lan Jing thanked him kindly, he came out of the hospital, found a shop that was not closed, and went to have some supper.

When he was walking along the embankment to digest his food after eating, Cong Lang sent the name of a hotel and told Lan Jing that he had already reserved a room and asked him to rest here tonight.

Lan Jing looked at the message and twirled the phone in his palm, feeling very satisfied. He felt that this guy surnamed Cong was quite considerate sometimes.

The location of the hotel is near the hospital. When Lan Jing came over, he glanced at it, and looked for it.

After registering with the ID card at the front desk, Lan Jing got the room card.

When he opened the door, the light inside was on, and there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, walked over with folded arms, and opened the gauze curtain around the bathroom.

The transparent glass wall immediately presented Cong Dashao's naked body in all directions without dead ends.

Cong Lang raised his head when he heard the movement, stood under the water and hooked his fingers at Lan Jing.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, stared at him with a half-smile, and stood there without moving.

Cong Lang blinked, and he turned around suddenly, facing Lan Jing with his back, bent slightly, lifted his hips, propped his arms against the wall, and lay down on the porcelain wall.

It was a gesture of seduction and invitation to aggression.

The splashing water washed down from his graceful shoulders, slid to the back of his waist, slid over the upturned double mounds, and then flowed down from those two straight long legs.

Hey!

Lan Jing's eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help tugging at his already loose neckline, feeling a little parched.

And that bastard turned his head around, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips lustfully, the little tear mole under Peach Blossom's eyes, which was soaked in water so black and bright, was even more gorgeous and compelling.

It's so f*cking.

Lan Jing kicked open the bathroom door, he strode in, stretched his arms around Cong Lang's waist, and held him into his arms, no matter what he wanted to do with this rambunctious guy tonight.

However, when Lan Jing was about to enter, a pair of shiny sexy handcuffs were locked on his hands with a click.

Lan Jing, "......"

Sure enough, filling the brain with sperm is easy to lower IQ, how could he be so stupid as to forget that Cong Saobao is not a person who lets others do whatever he wants.

After so many lessons, he didn't even have a long memory.

"Why do you say you are doing this? Every time you toss and toss, the result is still the same." Cong Lang laughed.

With the gun held up, I can't do it.

Lan Jing's handsome face was almost ferocious, he gritted his teeth and pulled off the handcuffs, and said angrily, "Do you dare to fight me for real!?""

A thin metal chain is connected to the handcuffs, and one end of the thin chain is locked on the shelf.

Cong Lang tugged on the thin chain, leaned in front of Lan Jing meanly, deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and said, "Young Master Lan's words are wrong. When did I not have a real relationship with Young Master Lan? And what did Young Master Lan mean?" What am I doing, Young Master Lan can't just pull up his pants and wrong someone."

Lan Jing was irritated and turned into a puffer fish.

Cong Lang felt that he should smooth the cat's fur, and while quickly stripping Lan Jing's wet clothes, he said empathetically, "Okay, next time you book a place, we'll fight each other." In a game, whoever loses will always lose, okay?"

Lan Jing's expression improved a little when he heard that.

Cong Lang said again, "But in a real sparring, you are not my opponent. Young Master Lan might as well admit defeat early and lie down to save trouble, so as not to waste effort."

Lan Jing, "..."

He stared at the thin chains that held the handcuffs around his wrists, regretting that it

Not long enough, or he'd have strangled the fucking thing.

There was a scene in the bathroom, and Cong Lang didn't pull Lan Jing to continue as usual.

After taking a simple shower, he got dressed, looked at his watch and said, "Honey, I have to catch a plane, I have to go, you have a good rest."

Lan Jing was very speechless, the corner of his mouth curled up, and the sarcasm came out, "I don't forget to shoot | cannons to catch the plane, if you really can't control that thing, why don't you cut it off."

"It's impossible," Cong Lang said, "I'm willing, are you willing?"

After speaking, he winked at Lan Jing, opened the door and walked out.

When he was about to close the door, he turned around and added, "The main reason is that you are so attractive, baby."

Lan Jing was taken aback for a moment, then slammed the door neatly and told him to get out.

Cong Lang smiled, took the elevator downstairs, left the hotel, and then drove quickly to the airport.

During this period of time, he went back to Cong's house in City S. He just returned to City C today, and he had to go out temporarily.

Originally, he was going to leave directly, but the moment he heard Lan Jing's call, he thought he hadn't seen this cat for many days, so he couldn't help but come over.

Cong Lang shook his head with a smile, he felt that what Lan Jing said was right, he was really dissatisfied with his desires recently.