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Cong Lang rarely gets angry.

It's not that he has a good temper, but because of his personality, he is lazy to care about many things.

But once he gets angry, he is familiar with how far away his brothers are.

Lan Jing grabbed Cong Lang's hand, and the other party was very close to him, breathing harmoniously, and he could see the smile flickering in the peach blossom eyes that were close at hand.

It is both soul-stirring and chilling.

"Huh?" Cong Lang uttered a single syllable.

Lan Jing looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and let go of his grip.

Cong Lang's knuckles curled up, and he went in a little rough.

Lan Jing snorted, and wanted to push the person away reflexively, but he held back in the end, and only raised his waist in discomfort.

When Cong Lang stretched out his other hand to pull his belt, Lan Jing called softly, "Brother Cong."

It was the first time that Lan Jing called Cong Lang like this, the ending sound was very soft, with a hint of pleading for mercy, Cong Lang paused his hands and looked up at him.

"Do you know why I'm angry?" He asked Lan Jing with a smile.

Lan Jing didn't say anything, he knew and didn't know.

Because he was covering up and trying to downplay their relationship in front of Lei Shao?Can......

Lan Jing stared at the delicate, dangerous and undisciplined face in front of him with lips drawn into a smile and thought, is he so important to such a flirtatious and sentimental person?

From the beginning, they didn't establish a relationship, did they?

Thinking of this, Lan Jing felt a little bit of grievance in his heart.

But he didn't say anything until Cong Lang stood up and dragged him away from Lan Ye.

Cong Lang dragged people to the hotel opposite, and when he got into the reserved room, he didn't even insert the card, and Lan Jing was directly pressed against the wall by him.

The belt and trousers came off in an instant.

Lan Jing didn't struggle, and let the other party invade him brutally and straightforwardly.

Heavy panting mixed with the occasional muffled grunt or two resounded in the darkness.

"What's your relationship with Lei Shao?" Cong Lang asked, biting the back of Lan Jing's neck.

The skin was bitten with blood, Lan Jing snorted, breathing heavily, "It doesn't matter."

"Then why don't you dare tell him that I'm your man, huh?" Cong Lang bit his ear along the back of his neck, his teeth frustrating on the ear bone, and said in a dangerous tone, "Or, Young Master Lan?" Want to step on two boats, hanging on both sides?"

Lan Jing trembled violently in pain, and got angry when he was pressed by Cong Lang, and shouted in a low voice, "You｜Take it easy!"

Cong Lang let go, Lan Jing pressed his forehead against the wall, gasped for a long while, and then said sullenly, "Why do you ask me like this, you Young Master Cong want to be my man, did I fucking agree? "

These words almost made Cong Lang laugh angrily.

"I thought Lan Shao understood my intentions these days," Cong Lang hooked the corners of his lips, and then he took Lan Jing's chin and nibbled on his lips accurately in the dark, "It seems that I have to let Lan Jing tonight Just don't remember who is your man."

The fiery entanglement in the darkness moved from the wall to the bed, and then from the bed to the floor-to-ceiling windows. When Lan Jing finally knelt down in the bathtub, he couldn't help splashing the water, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Bastard, you Is the fuck over?!"

"That's not enough?" A low laugh came from behind, "The night is still very long, Young Master Lan."

Lan Jing didn't know when Cong Lang took a rest, the hot water in the bathtub was already freezing, and half of it overflowed outside because of the two people's tossing.

Lan Jing curled up at the bottom of the bathtub, resting his head on Cong Lang's lap, too lazy to move.

Cong Lang turned on the hot water again, then hooked the cigarette case outside, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Do you want it?"

Lan Jing shook his head, leaned on the edge of the bathtub and sat up, cleaned his body briefly, and left the bathroom naked.

Cong Lang finished smoking a cigarette, sat in the water for a long time, stood up, dried himself, and returned to the room.

Lan Jing was already lying on the other side of the bed, Cong Lang turned on the light, approached him to look at him for a while, took the towel and gently dried Lan Jing's wet hair.

Then got up and left the hotel.

Lan Jing didn't know whether he was leaving or what he was doing, so he reached out to turn off the light and closed his eyes.

When he was about to fall asleep, the door rang, and Cong Lang walked over quietly.

"Are you asleep?" He rubbed Lan Jing's head and asked.

Lan Jing gave a vague hum.

Cong Lang put down the bag in his hand, then took out a box of ointment, opened the package, and squeezed a lump into his palm.

"Turn around and lie on your stomach, and I'll give you some medicine."

Hearing this, Lan Jing rubbed his face against the pillow, opened his eyes to look at him, and turned over.

Although Cong Lang was rough, he was not willing to hurt him because of this incident after all. Lan Jing's part was not injured except for a little redness and swelling.

After applying the ointment, Cong Lang went to wash his hands, and when he came back, he got on the bed and pulled Lan Jing into his arms.

"Does it hurt?" He rubbed his chin against Lan Jing's hair and asked.

Lan Jing snorted, "I feel bad now."

Cong Lang smiled, said nothing, and lay down hugging Lan Jing.

The room was completely quiet, and the lights from the tall buildings outside spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cong Lang lowered his eyes, in the hazy light, Lan Jing's face with closed eyes looked quiet and obedient, he couldn't help but bow his head and kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I..." Lan Jing said suddenly, with a slow tone, "I just don't want anyone else to have an accident because of me, Brother Cong, you are with me, Mr. Lei will not let you go."

When they were friends with Cong Lang, Lan Jing felt that he was capable and powerful behind him, so he was not the same as Lei Shao.

And if he's just playing around, Lei Shao generally won't do anything to him.

But when you start to like someone and care about him more and more, even if you know that Cong Lang is very strong, as long as there is even the slightest possibility of putting the other person in danger, he will be afraid.

When Cong Lang heard this, his heart softened, and he said softly, "With me, you just need to be happy, just be yourself and like me, don't think so much, just leave the rest to me."

"I'm not sure, this is Lei Shao's territory after all," Lan Jing said, "If something happens to you, I..."

"What will happen to you?" Cong Lang asked with a smile.

Will not have the courage to live again.

No one can have another accident because of him, this will bring him to the end.

But Lan Jing said, "I will be very sorry."

"Just sorry?" Cong Lang teased, "Won't you be sad, or shed two tears for me?"

"Aside from being a hooligan, your fucking mind is thinking of letting me cry for you, right?" Lan Jing kicked Cong Lang angrily, "Get lost! I love you to death!"

Cong Lang grasped Lan Jing's ankle with his hand under the quilt, his fingertips moved up along the delicate skin, and his lips pressed against his forehead, breathing warmly, "I will live well and take care of my cat for the rest of my life."