cry that scum

"It's soft," Cong Lang stretched out his hand and flicked it, "No way, Lan Xiaojing, do you want to drink a few tablets of Kidney Treasure, the box you gave me is still there."

Lan Jing jumped off the bed, pointed at Cong Lang, and said viciously, "I warn you, don't rub the fire again, don't blame me for bullying the disabled."

Cong Lang grabbed his finger with a smile and pinched it, raised his eyes and asked, "Do you really want me?"

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, he stared into Cong Lang's eyes, he could see that Cong Lang's question was serious, and he didn't mean to tease him at all.

"Ah," Lan Jing responded, licking his lips and telling the truth, "I wanted to fuck you a long time ago, but at that time I thought you were not easy to mess with, so I just thought about it."

"Why, are you going to give me a chance now?"

Cong Lang tapped his leg that was in plaster, "Wait until it comes off."

When Lan Jing heard this, his eyes immediately became eager. He pinched Cong Lang's chin and asked excitedly, "Are you serious? Are you willing to be down there?"

"There's no need to confirm this again." Cong Lang said with a smile, the eyes he met with Lan Jing were full of doting.

Lan Jing was hooked by him and trembled, "I not only want to confirm, I also want to write it down, so that you won't renege on the debt later."

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording button, "Come on, repeat what you just said, I want to leave evidence."

Cong Lang took his mobile phone, stared at Lan Jing and said slowly, "If the other party is Lan Xiaojing, I am willing to lie under him, spread my legs, let him enter my body, accept him , wrapped him up, moaned and gasped for him, for him..."

Lan Jing covered Cong Lang's mouth, his ears were bleeding red, fuck, how could he have forgotten, Young Master Cong's flirting has no limits, it's too shameful for him to break his legs, this bastard still uses such affectionate Speaking the tone, he felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to a certain place below. If Cong Lang wanted to continue talking, he probably wouldn't do it anymore, so he just dealt with this monster right now.

"Fuck!" Lan Jing cursed, rushed into the bathroom aggressively, and then slammed the door shut with a bang.

Then there was a muffled gasp from the bathroom.

Cong Lang smiled and pursed his lips, then sighed, and put his hand into his sick pants.

When Lan Jing washed his hands and sat on the toilet to smoke a cigarette, Cong Lang was throwing two balls of toilet paper into the trash can at the foot of the bed.

Lan Jing was stunned when he saw his movements, "Tsk, I thought you'd been robbed twice, you can calm down a bit, doesn't this stop you, old man, from being happy?"

"You're panting like that," Cong Lang sighed, "If I don't respond, you should be worried."

"What am I worried about?" Lan Jingle said, "You're going to die, why don't you still have me."

As he spoke, he deliberately raised his hips, "It's not like you haven't seen Brother's size before, and Young Master Bao is satisfied."

Cong Lang smiled and tied the tie of his trousers.

"Hey, aren't you itchy, let me get you a towel to wipe it off?"

"I thought so at first, but you are like a wolf and a tiger. I can't bear it when an overlord comes forward."

"Oh, you're so cowardly," Lan Jing ripped off Cong Lang's clothes, and touched vigorously, "Wait, Master Ben will serve you!"

Lan Jing hummed and went to the bathroom to twist a hot towel, then came back and rubbed Cong Lang's body a few times.

"Hey!" Cong Lang hurriedly dodged, "Baby, are you rubbing pigskin?"

"You're so delicate," Lan Jing pulled him back, "I didn't grasp it well just now, so I should use less force, that's fine."

After wiping his back, Lan Jing grabbed Cong Lang's trouser waist to take off his trousers, but the latter grabbed his hand and said, "Let's forget about it."

Lan Xiaojing always felt a little awkward sticking out his buttocks.

"Hey! When you are still embarrassed, Young Master Cong, I thought you didn't know this word when you were born."

Lan Jing clicked his tongue twice in surprise, then ignored Cong Lang's objection, forcibly pulled his trousers down to his thighs, then flipped them over and lay on his side, covered his butt with a hot towel, and kneaded his butt back and forth like dough. several times.

"The elasticity is so good!" Lan Jing couldn't help but lowered his head and took a bite.

"Hey—" Cong Lang sighed helplessly, then turned to look at Lan Jing, "You are so happy to have sex with me?"

"Yes," Lan Jing hummed with a playful smile, "I am very happy today, and not everyone has this opportunity!"

Cong Lang hooked his lips and said in a low voice, "Fool."

Cong Lang was discharged from the hospital half a month later, the plaster cast on his leg hadn't been removed, and new flesh had just started to grow from his shoulder injury, but neither he nor Lan Jing liked staying in the hospital. The wheelchair pushed Cong Lang back home.

"Hey, it's comfortable." Lan Jing lay on the bed stretched out and stretched. He didn't feel it before, but now he still feels that his dog's kennel is good wherever he goes.

"I'll give you a present." Cong Lang said suddenly.

"Gift?" Lan Jing sat up and asked expectantly, "What gift?"

Cong Lang raised his chin, "Open the drawer under the bedside table and have a look."

"So mysterious."

Lan Jing walked over and opened the drawer, and was stunned when he saw the red book inside, then took him out, "Marriage certificate?"

Cong Lang couldn't laugh or cry, "Whose marriage certificate is so big."

"I've never seen a marriage certificate," Lan Jing muttered and opened the red book, and when he saw the information inside, he was surprised, "The real estate certificate?"

He looked up at Cong Lang, "This house?"

"Well, I bought it from Lin Xiao."

Lan Jing didn't buy a house by himself. The house he lived in was lent to him by Lin Xiao. He always felt that his own house represented his own home. He didn't have a home, so he never thought about buying a house.

But Cong Lang handed him such a real estate certificate with his name on it - he gave himself a home.

Lan Jing glanced at Cong Lang who was staring at him and smiling, and thought it was a bit magical, one person can really change another person, when this place becomes their home, this place has a special meaning.

"Do you like it?" Cong Lang asked.

Lan Jingjing nodded, walked over and hugged him, this person would always give him all kinds of unexpected surprises.

"I like it, I like it very much." He said softly.

Although every time he cried, Lan Jing couldn't stand himself, but emotions were so hypocritical, tears fell before he could open his mouth.

Young Master Cong often had a lot of half-truths and half-false love words, but at this time, he would just hug Lan Jing quietly, and slowly wait for Lan Jing to calm down.

He knows what Lan Jing needs, and the touch he brings to Lan Jing every time actually doesn't make him happy.

The more moved Lan Jing was, the more he knew how much such a thing was missing in his life for this cat.

So he himself is not happy, all he has in his heart is his love for the person in his arms.

Cong Lang stretched out his arms to wrap around Lan Jing's waist, and then exerted some force to make the other's chest close to his own. He thought that I would give you everything I have, what you lack, what you want, Give you all.

In the future, even if I hold the whole world in front of you, I only want you to smile happily, and not to shed tears because of these.