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"They are my adoptive father's parents."

After getting in the car, Lan Jing finally explained to Cong Lang.

Cong Lang, "Do you want to chase?"

"They don't want to see me," Lan Jing rubbed his face. In the past few years, he has never dared to look at them directly, and only occasionally hid in the dark to secretly look at the two old men, but the old man was obviously ill, so he couldn't ignore it. .

"Let's go to grandma's house, and I'll drive." Lan Jingmo said after a while.

The car drove out of the urban area and entered the surrounding towns along the suburban road.

Then Lan Jing parked the car not far from a small courtyard, "This is it."

Cong Lang lowered the car window and poked his head out to look around. The house is a new rural building with a small second floor and a lock on the hollow iron door. Obviously the old couple has not come back yet.

He used to think that Lan Jing should be regarded as a very important person to the old couple.

However, the scene at the entrance of the hospital let Cong Lang know that things might not be what he thought.

"My adoptive father is a self-made businessman," Lan Jingting lit a cigarette, and said slowly, "I heard that this town used to be very poor, but my adoptive father is capable. He led the young people in the town to engage in projects, and then slowly grew bigger. Now, I became my own boss and started a company.”

"But three years ago, the project he contracted was unfinished, and he owed the financial company 2000 million yuan." The corner of Lan Jing's mouth twitched, "My adoptive father mortgaged everything and gave them the most valuable piece of land in his hand. But it’s not enough, [-] million short.”

"They borrow money from everywhere," Lan Jing said softly, "but they have nothing, who will lend them money."

"They were cornered until things suddenly turned around..."

When Lan Jing said this, he took a deep puff of the cigarette, rubbed his fingertips against the sparks of the cigarette, and didn't speak for a long time.

Cong Lang snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it outside, frowned, took the paper towel in front of the car to wipe his fingers clean, and then asked, "Did the turning point have anything to do with you?"

Lan Jing nodded, "My adoptive parents knelt in front of me and begged me to save them."

He moved the corner of his mouth with difficulty, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, "But I ran away."

"I left them and ran away alone."

"Why did they ask you to save them?" Cong Lang frowned, pinched Lan Jing's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Lan Jing, tell me, why?"

"Am I good-looking?" Lan Jing suddenly asked.

Cong Lang frowned into a Sichuan character.

Lan Jing asked again with a smile, "Is my face worth 2000 million yuan? They said that the other party's head has taken a fancy to me, and as long as I follow that person, the 2000 million yuan will be written off."

Cong Lang's face turned completely cold, but Lan Jing was so emotional that he didn't notice his abnormality.

"I didn't agree."

At that time, Lan Jing, who was 22 years old, lived a good life in Lan's family for several years, but he developed a somewhat arrogant temper, and dared to ask why.

Why was it me who was sacrificed, why was it me who was abandoned?

It's just that he didn't know that when he first made such a request to Xiang Lan's couple, they didn't agree.

But those people kidnapped Lan Zhuo and gang raped him. As a mother who had already lost a child once, Lan Jing's adoptive mother finally broke down, and then called Lan Zhuo back from the army and knelt down in front of him.

Lan Jing finally ran away with disappointment and resentment. He refused to bow to the established fate, but the Lan family was completely on the verge of death.

"The person you mentioned is the one you hired the golden knife to kill?" Cong Lang asked with dark eyes.

Blue Point nodded.

"What's his name?" Cong Lang asked.

Lan Jing glanced at him, suppressed all his emotions for a while, and curled his lips, "Why, you want to help me avenge?"

Cong Lang also hooked his lips, and said with a smile, "I promise you, I'll help you."

The Lan family just laughed and didn't speak. He turned his head and stared at Cong Lang. If Cong Lang said such things during the period when the two were just friends with benefits, he might really use him.

But now he likes this person.

If you really like someone, you want to bear all the suffering alone, and you are not willing to let the other person take risks.

"What's wrong, there are flowers growing on my face?"

Cong Lang saw that Lan Jing was only staring at him without saying a word, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, and said jokingly.

Lan Jing stretched out his hand to pinch Cong Lang's chin, and gently rubbed his fingertips on his skin, "Forget it, your face is too harmful, if people fall in love with you, I have no ability to save you back .”

Cong Lang's heart softened, and he wanted to tell him that Shu Mingcheng is my father, if he really did something that is not human, I will compensate you, and you can kill or cut him up as you please.

But he began to be reluctant to part with the current ambiguous relationship between the two of them. He didn't want to break the warmth in front of him, so he swallowed the words quietly.

The two stayed in the car for a long time, and finally saw Lan Zhuo's grandmother shivering slightly pushing his wife back.

After they opened the door, Lan Jing got out of the car, walked over quickly, and called out, "Grandma."

The old lady obviously didn't expect Lan Jing to chase after her.

Both her and her wife in the wheelchair changed their expressions, "What are you doing here?"

Speaking of which, the old lady pushed her wife in, and she was about to close the door.

Lan Jing took two steps forward to stop her.

"Get out! Get out!" the old lady snapped.

Lan Jing was afraid that the old man would get angry, so he quickly took a step back, "Grandma, don't get excited, I won't come in, I just want to see what's wrong with grandpa? Is he sick?"

"I don't care if you die of illness!" said the old man in the wheelchair. He pointed to the room, "Old lady, go and take out the things."

After hearing this, the old lady turned and entered the room. After a while, she brought a card.

The old man took it and threw it at Lan Jing's feet angrily, "It's all money from you, take it and get out, we won't use your money even if we die of starvation or sickness!"

After speaking, the old man slid the wheelchair and closed the door with his own hands.

The hollow iron gate made a clang in front of Lan Jing, Lan Jing's body trembled suddenly, he lowered his head, and stared blankly at the green Agricultural Bank of China card thrown on the ground.

He has never dared to visit the two old men, and would secretly call them a sum of money every month, but it turned out that even if he went to beg on the side of the road, they would not take a penny of his money.

Cong Lang came over and held Lan Jing's hand, "Go back first, we'll figure out a way."

Lan Jing hummed, and let Cong Lang lead him back to the car.

After arriving home, Lan Jing lay down on the sofa tiredly, staring at the ceiling above his head in a daze.

Cong Lang came over and touched his forehead, then took the mobile phone to the balcony and called his doctor friend Shen Bai.

"That's all. He started to have a fever again. Come here and give him some water."

Then he dialed Shu Mingcheng's number again, and when the other end connected, Cong Lang went straight to the point with a cold face, "Where are you? I want to see you."