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"No need to send it off, someone is coming to pick me up."

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment in surprise, then said with a smile.

Mu Zixing stopped, glanced at the locomotive opposite from a distance, and then pointed out, "You are too close to him, sir is already a little dissatisfied, be careful."

The smile on Lan Jing's face faded away immediately.

"Also, Yan Kun asked me about you recently." Mu Zixing said.

"What do you want me to do?" Lan Jing's expression became even more frosty.

"I don't know." Mu Zixing said.

Lan Jing frowned, said nothing, and walked towards someone who was waiting not far away.

After getting Lan Jing to notice him, Cong Lang turned off the headlights, straddled the motorcycle and lit a cigarette for himself.

Scarlet Mars flickered against the night sky.

Lan Jing came over and took a puff of his cigarette, and then blew a smoke ring on his face.

"Come here, aren't you afraid that someone will come out and give you a bullet?"

Cong Lang smiled and said, "Afraid, otherwise I will stop at his house."

Hearing that the haze on his face had dissipated, Lan Jing lowered his head and laughed for a long time.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Cong Lang patted the back seat.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at him, with a lingering smile in his eyes, "Come pick me up?"

"No," Cong Lang said, "I'm just passing by."

Lan Jing snorted and stepped onto the motorcycle. He naturally wrapped his arms around Cong Lang's waist, only to realize that Cong Lang was not wearing a motorcycle leather jacket today, but a suit.

He poked his head out from behind and looked at Cong Lang through the reflector. This coquettish bag also had a new hairstyle, um...it looks like a human.

Cong Lang didn't drive the car too fast, maybe because he wanted to make the road longer, or maybe it was just because the two of them were afraid of the cold without wearing helmets.

"Young Master Cong, have you been avoiding me recently?"

Lan Jing asked casually, and he and Cong Lang hadn't seen each other for almost half a month.

"No, I've been busy recently." Cong Lang explained.

Lan Jing let out an oh, put his head back, sat down again, and teased, "Busy chasing your sweetheart?"

Cong Lang's speed slowed down, he turned his head and said, "I'm helping Brother Dong buy a company, and I have to work until midnight every day."

"Tsk tsk, so hardworking." Lan Jing poked Cong Lang's waist meaningfully, "I thought you were avoiding me on purpose because you were afraid that I would eat you."

"Don't make trouble." Cong Lang grabbed his hand.

Lan Jing pulled back his hand and smiled, "Actually, you don't have to feel pressured. I can afford it and let it go, and I won't pester you."

"No." Cong Lang sighed.

"That's good," Lan Jing said with a smile, "The little Lings in my bar are waiting for you every day. If you scare you away, they probably have to come to sleep with me to make up for it."

"Isn't that beautiful." Cong Lang said jokingly.

Lan Jing shook his body, "Farewell, it's too wild, I can't bear it."

After speaking, both of them laughed out loud, and after laughing, Lan Jing silently sighed to himself again.

He pressed his forehead against Cong Lang's back, and Cong Lang turned his head slightly and asked, "Are you cold?"

"Well, I'll use you to block the wind." Lan Jing said.

He secretly smelled the light perfume on Cong Lang's body wrapped in the cool night wind and penetrated into the tip of his nose, thinking, why did you come to pick me up?

This feeling of being cared and cared about is really good, what if I can't quit.

The phone in Cong Lang's pocket suddenly rang, and Lan Jing raised his head, "Do you want me to answer it for you?"

"No need," Cong Lang stopped the motorcycle, and then took out his cell phone. Lan Jing saw that the caller ID was: Runyao.

"I'm leaving the airport, where are you?" The voice from over there was very nice.

"I have something to do here," Cong Lang said, "I asked Xiao Fei to pick you up, did you see him?"

Xi Runyao was probably looking for someone, and it took more than ten seconds before he said, "I see, then you should be busy first."

"Well, I'll treat you to a supper later." Cong Lang said.

"No, I need to lose weight. The characters in this show need me to lose weight. I'll just go home and rest. Let's talk tomorrow." Xi Runyao said.

"Well, you go to bed early, good night."

After hanging up the phone, Lan Jing tugged on Cong Lang's clothes, and said, "No wonder you're dressed in such a beast today, so you're going to pick up your sweetheart, so I'm not delaying your good deed?"

"Don't be too moved." Cong Lang said with a smile, and then lit the fire again.

He originally drove to pick up Xi Runyao, but remembered that Lan Jing's original mobile phone was still with him, so he planned to drop by and give it to him, but he saw him leaving with Mu Zixing in the parking lot.

Cong Lang was worried, so he changed his motorcycle and ran over to wait for him.

And these blue scenes could be understood when he thought about it, he didn't know what it was like, so he didn't say anything along the way.

After delivering Lan Jing to Lan Ye, Cong Lang said, "I'm leaving."

"So reserved," Lan Jing said with a smile, "won't you go in and have a drink or two?"

"No, next time." Cong Lang refused. Wearing a high-order suit and riding a motorcycle is too nondescript. Lan Ye knows many people about him. If he goes in, it will greatly damage the unrestrained image of Young Master Cong.

Of course, if they had other options in the past, in fact, it can be said to be the only option - to go to the hotel.

But neither of them mentioned tonight.

A relationship is over when it's over.

Lan Jing didn't call Cong Lang anymore, but when the other party was about to leave, he suddenly stretched out his hand and compared his index finger and thumb to point the gun between his eyebrows, and said, "Mr. Cong, remind you, don't take my words as wind."

"Otherwise..." He raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming under the neon lights, and said in a dangerous tone, "...Otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to resist and come after you. "

Cong Lang was bewitched by the expression on his face for a moment, he only raised his eyebrows, without saying a word, when he recovered, Lan Jing had already turned around and entered the bar.

Lan Ye was on fire right now, and once again made Cong Lang confused, Lan Jing got off the dance floor in a good mood.

There was a wave of booing and screaming in the surroundings instantly, and a few angry little Ling quickly twisted their waists and stuck up.

Lan Jing casually grabbed the one who was the most alluringly dressed inside, and had a blushing close-to-body dance with him.

Yan Kun was tightly wrapped and crowded in the crowd. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet. In front of him, behind him, left and right, his body was shaking with the rhythm of Lan Jing.

He was dizzy from the rush of hormones coming from all directions.

"Ah, buddy, don't squeeze..."

"Fuck, don't touch my waist!"

He regretted that he had come into such a place where demons danced wildly. If his manager found out, he would have to drown him with saliva.

Blame Lan Jing.

Yan Kun glared at the people in the middle of the dance floor angrily, clutching his baseball cap with one hand and covering his mask with the other, trying hard to squeeze out of the crowd.

But someone suddenly pushed him from behind like a booing, Yan Kun let out a groan, and rushed towards Lan Jing who turned around in a daze.

How similar scenes, how embarrassingly similar.

Yan Kun knelt between Lan Jing's legs, he didn't know whether he was stunned or the embarrassment of falling under the same man's suit pants twice, he was overwhelmed by the whistling and screaming all around him.

He couldn't hear anything, and his head was filled with the hum of rushing blood.

However, in the next second, he was kicked out by the people around him.