cry that scum

After Shu Mingcheng finished speaking, Cong Lang fell silent.

How to calculate this matter, and how to say it clearly.

Although it wasn't Shu Mingcheng's original intention, and he didn't ask his subordinates to do this, it is also true that the tragedy caused by his words.

He does not mean that.

In the final analysis, Shu Mingcheng should be responsible for using someone like Qi Yongsheng.

Cong Lang's mood has never been so heavy as today, and he can't explain it clearly to Lan Jing.

If he told Lan Jing that his father had no intention of doing it, would he be able to dissolve the hatred in his heart?Or can you make him hate less?

Cong Lang shook his head secretly, how could such a pale sentence be worth the three lives of two dead and one injured in the Lan family.

After sitting at his father's house for a while, Cong Lang immediately rushed to the airport.

Shu Mingcheng asked him to have dinner, but Cong Lang refused because he had something to do.

Sitting on the plane, he looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole and thought a lot, but in the end he didn't decide whether to tell Lan Jing or not.

He has never been so indecisive, worrying about gains and losses.

Cong Lang sighed.

Dad said that Lan Jing approached him with ulterior motives.

But during Cong Lang's calm and quiet several attempts, he felt that Lan Jing didn't know his relationship with Shu Mingcheng.

If you know that you still get along so naturally with him, it can only show that this person's disguise is too clever.

Taking a step back, if he didn't know, the encounter between the two of them was really just a coincidence.

Well, if he keeps such a secret without telling it now, if Lan Jing knows the truth in the future, the consequences may be more serious than now.

But when he thought that there was only hatred in Lan Jing's eyes looking at him, Cong Lang couldn't stand it anymore.

Some people say that when you want to get to know someone, it means you already care.

Unknowingly, the weight of Lan Jing in his heart made him so at a loss.

People with a cold are already sleepy, and Shen Bai added sleep aid medicine to the hanging water. When Cong Lang returned to Lanjing's residence with the ingredients bought in the supermarket, he hadn't woken up yet.

"Are you back?" Shen Bai took the things in his hand at the door.

"How is he?" Cong Lang looked inside.

"Still asleep, the fever subsided, I just pulled out the needle." Shen Bai said.

"Thank you." Cong Lang changed his shoes, thought of something, raised his head and said, "By the way, I need you to do me another favor."

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It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Lan Jing woke up. He stretched his heavy eyelids, rolled his eyes slowly a few times, and then took a look at the mobile phone beside the bed.

I rely on!

He sat up abruptly from the bed, staring at the screen of his mobile phone, unexpectedly he had already slept for more than ten hours, this was the longest sleep he had in recent years.

There was the sound of cooking outside the bedroom door.

Lan Jing went to put some water, and then came out with a messy head, and Cong Lang was filling soup dumplings one by one in the kitchen.

When he saw Lan Jing, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just right, go wash up, dinner will be ready soon."

Lan Jing turned back and washed his face again, then came out and sat on a chair, staring at Cong Lang in the open kitchen.

There is the smell of food in the room, the sound of spatulas slamming gently, and the busy figure under the lamp... This room, which has always only had a cold smell, suddenly feels like a home.

"Soup buns," Cong Lang put the buns in front of Lan Jing, "Try and see how it tastes?"

It was the first time for Cong Lang to cook such a complicated dish, even though Shang Shaodong was driving a video guide, he dawdled for several hours.

The finished product does not look very good, but he has tasted it himself, and it is not bad.

In view of Lan Jing's throat inflammation, Cong Lang didn't give him any seasoning sauce, and cooked a few light side dishes.

Lan Jing just woke up and had no appetite, but when he smelled it, his stomach growled immediately.

He picked the skin of the steamed stuffed bun, dipped some soup into his mouth with his chopsticks, and tasted it. He didn't taste anything at first, but he dipped it again, and his dull taste buds finally took effect. Lan Jing immediately turned to Cong Lang. Thumbs up.

"Yes, master."

Lan Jing picked up the steamed stuffed bun and ate it in two or three bites, and then picked up another one.

He had a cold, a sore throat, and difficulty swallowing, but it didn't affect his appetite at all, and the food on the table was swept away like a storm.

"Damn, I'm starving to death."

After eating, he let out a sigh of relief.

Cong Lang brought him a bowl of pear soup, "Drink it, it clears the lungs and moistens the throat."

Lan Jing took the bowl obediently, and took sips, while Cong Lang stood by and looked at him.

Halfway through drinking, Lan Jing raised his head from the bowl, "Hello."

"Huh?" Cong Lang responded.

Lan Jing looked at him, and after a while, couldn't help but lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, then raised his head again.

After repeating this several times, Cong Lang first reached out and pinched the blue earring on his left ear, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"or......"

Lan Jing wanted to say that you have feelings for me anyway, why don't you stop chasing that big star, let's try first and see if we can get along.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was discouraged again, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

There are only three things, and he has been rejected twice, and if he is rejected again, he can't stand it.

Cong Lang's low laughter suddenly came from above his head, Lan Jing raised his head, and met the playful peach blossom eyes of the other party.

He was a little annoyed for a moment, and when he was about to ask the bastard why he was laughing, he heard Cong Lang say, "I think it's better to be friends with Runyao. After chasing after so many years, I haven't caught up. I'm going to change to an easier one."

Lan Jing froze for a moment, his mood rose instantly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be held back.

He cleared his throat, and he didn't know why he cleared his throat. Anyway, after clearing his throat and coughing twice, he raised his eyebrows and said to Cong Lang calmly, "Young Master Cong, Like I said, I won't be so easy to chase after."

"I didn't say I wanted to chase you." Cong Lang laughed.

Lan Jing, "..."

Oh shit!People really can't be too drifting.

Lan Jing's face darkened, and he slowly put the bowl on the dining table, then got up and sat on the sofa, then reached into the back of the sofa and groped for a while, and took out a gun.

Then he slowly pointed the gun at Cong Lang, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "Come on, say it again."

"Baby," Cong Lang unbuttoned his collar, walked over and sat astride Lan Jing's lap, then stuck out his tongue and licked along the gun body to Lan Jing's wrist.

With a shake of Lan Jing's hand, the small Glock easily landed in Cong Lang's hands.

Cong Lang tore off Lan Jing's belt, poked the gun in along the waistband of his trousers, and said with a chuckle, "What are you doing so angry? Young Master Lan is going to take a fancy to me. Let me know in advance. We know each other so well. I'm sure I will." The first to consider you."

Lan Jing gasped as the cold and hard weapon moved between his crotch, followed by extreme stimulation. In such a dangerous tease, he quickly reacted.

Cong Lang smiled lightly.

Lan Jing pulled his hair and forced him to lean back, and hummed, "Then I'm fucking interested in you, you never follow?"

"From," Cong Lang kissed with a smile, "I dare not obey Master Lan's request."