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After hanging up the phone, Cong Lang returned to the room, Lan Jing covered his eyes with the back of his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

"I asked Shen Bai to hang water for you. Only when you are healthy will you have the strength to do things." Cong Lang walked over and sat beside him and said.

Lan Jing hummed, and lay on his side facing Cong Lang.

Cong Lang rubbed his dry lips, "Go to bed if you want to sleep, I'll order something to eat."

When they came over, Lan Jing was in a low mood, so Cong Lang didn't stop to go to the supermarket to buy groceries.

"I don't want to move." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang heard that his hands went under his neck and knees, picked him up, then went into the bedroom and put him on the bed.

"Sleep with me for a while." Lan Jing patted the bed.

Cong Lang took off his coat and lay down beside him.

Not long after, the doorbell outside was rang, and Shen Bai came with his medicine box.

After the two parties greeted each other, he pressed the stethoscope on Lan Jing's chest and listened, then took his temperature, picked out a few medicines he had brought, mixed them with glucose and saline, and gave Lan Jing an injection.

After finishing, Cong Lang tucked Lan Jing in the quilt, and invited Shen Bai to the living room.

"Have you added the sleep aid medicine?" Cong Lang asked after he sat on the sofa.

"Added," Shen Bai said, "according to what you said."

Cong Lang nodded, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's hard work."

"You're welcome," Shen Bai said with a smile, he glanced at the bedroom and asked, "Is he yours?"

"Maybe your future sister-in-law." Cong Lang said.

Shen Bai raised his eyebrows, and gave Cong Lang a thumbs up, "Yes, I have found all the quiet daughter-in-laws. But don't you like Runyao?"

"He and I are still suitable to be friends." Cong Lang said with a smile.

After chatting for a while, the meal Cong Lang ordered was delivered, and he called Shen Bai over to eat.

Shen Bai was so busy that he didn't eat lunch, so he didn't show politeness to him. He went to the kitchen to get the plates, then poured all the dishes in and put them on the table.

"I'll set up a small table for you to eat on the bed?" Cong Lang went into the bedroom and asked Lan Jing.

Lan Jing didn't really have much appetite, but he sat up and drank a bowl of porridge for fear that Cong Lang would be worried.

After he finished eating, Cong Lang took the bowl away, and gently closed the door behind him when he went out.

"You will help me watch the blue scene later, I have to go out for a while, and I may not be back until eight or nine in the evening." He confessed to Shen Bai.

Shen Bai nodded.

Cong Lang bought a recent air ticket and flew to T City to meet Shu Mingcheng.

There are multiple residences in Shuming City, and his whereabouts are often uncertain. If Cong Lang wants to see his father, he has to make an appointment in advance.

Fortunately, the T city where Shu Mingcheng stayed is not far from C city, only two hours away.

When Cong Lang got off the plane, he didn't even buy the gifts he usually prepared, and went directly to see his father.

When Shu Mingcheng heard that his son was coming, he didn't say anything, but was very happy in his heart, and waited early.

There was another handsome man next to him, and Cong Lang nodded and greeted him without any surprise, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room politely.

"Mingcheng, this is...?" The handsome man immediately stared at Cong Lang vigilantly and asked.

Shu Mingcheng didn't answer, just patted his waist and hips and said in a low voice, "Hey, go out first, I'll talk to my baby about something."

When the handsome man heard Shu Mingcheng call Cong Lang so intimate, his face turned pale instantly, showing a weeping expression, but he didn't dare to shed tears in front of Shu Mingcheng, so he just bowed his head and walked away resentfully. up.

"Can we not call it that?" Cong Lang sighed.

Shu Mingcheng sat down on the opposite sofa leisurely, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You are my baby, so there is nothing wrong with calling you baby."

Cong Lang couldn't complain about his father's bad taste in calling his 26-year-old son Baobao.

People outside knew that the two of them had very little relationship, so calling it like this could easily lead to misunderstanding, Shu Mingcheng didn't care much, and quite enjoyed it.

"What do you want to talk to me about? You spoke so aggressively on the phone," Shu Mingcheng threw a red cherry to Cong Lang, "It just arrived."

With his mouth in his mouth, Cong Lang looked at Shu Mingcheng and said, "Dad, let me speak first."

Shu Mingcheng picked up the cherries on the plate and hummed slowly, "Say."

"I fell in love with Lanjing," Cong Lang said, "so I want to know what's going on with you and his family?"

Shu Mingcheng raised his eyebrows. He and Cong Lang were both handsome, but the father and son didn't look alike at all. Cong Lang inherited more of his mother's glamorous beauty.

But when Shu Mingcheng raised his eyebrows and curled his lips like this, he felt that the dangerous and monstrous temperament of Cong Lang was completely a replica of him.

"How much do you like it?" he asked with a smile.

Cong Lang thought for a while, "I don't know, but if possible, I want to spend my whole life with him."

Only then did Shu Mingcheng stop what he was doing, propped his chin and looked at the son in front of him seriously, and said after a while, "I don't agree."

"Old Shu, I didn't come to ask for your opinion." Cong Lang lit a cigarette and drank it, half-closed his eyes and looked at Shu Mingcheng, "I just want to know what happened between you two?"

"If you ask me, I have to answer. I'm very shameless, son." Shu Mingcheng looked at him leisurely.

"Then I'll say." Cong Lang said.

"Three years ago, Lan Jing was on a mission at the border. He happened to meet you. You fell in love with him. It happened that his family owed a huge debt to your company. If the debt was not repaid, you asked the Lan family to pay off the debt. The Lan family was forced to be ruined."

Cong Lang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said to Shu Mingcheng, "You also do such a wicked thing? Old Shu."

The answer was an ashtray thrown by Shu Mingcheng.

Cong Lang didn't hide, the ashtray hit his forehead, and blood gushed out instantly.

Shu Mingcheng obviously didn't expect to hit the target, his complexion changed, he quickly got up and stepped over the coffee table, pressed Cong Lang's forehead, and then shouted at the people below to bring in the medicine box.

"Aren't you fucking hiding? Are you dead?" He said angrily.

Cong Lang looked up at him, raised his lips and said, "Why am I hiding, anyway, it's you who loves me the most."

"Fuck off, love never dies," Shu Mingcheng said angrily.

"Okay," Cong Lang nodded, he didn't even let his father bandage him, and stood up directly, "I'll go back and tell my grandparents with this, you hit me."

Shu Mingcheng, "..."

Cong Lang is the sweetheart of the old couple, you know, the old man must kill him with a gun.

"Stinky boy!"

Shu Mingcheng gritted his teeth, and snorted, "I'm indeed responsible for the Lan family's affairs, so I won't let you stay with him. That boy from the Lan family has absolutely no intention of following you by his side."

Cong Langcha was right, Shu Mingcheng had indeed met Lan Jing during his mission, and he had his eye on the kid.

But Shu Mingcheng wasn't prepared for anything.

Later, it happened that the Lan family went bankrupt, so Shu Mingcheng casually said to his subordinate, Qi Yongsheng, "Ask this kid if he wants to follow me. If he is willing, I will make up for the money his family owes the company."

He did not mean to coerce the other party by saying this sentence.

But Qi Yongsheng only remembered the fact that his immediate superior had taken a fancy to Lan Jing. In order to curry favor with Shu Mingcheng, he did everything he could to persecute the members of the Lan family.

In the end, when Shu Mingcheng knew, the Lan family had already suffered two deaths and one injury, which became an irreversible situation.