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"Mr. Cong." A male voice that Lan Jing was quite familiar with suddenly interposed between the two of them.

Cong Lang and Lan Jing raised their heads at the same time, and Mu Zixing was standing not far from the bar where Mu Zixing had come.

Seeing the two people looking over, Mu Zixing smiled, and handed an invitation to Cong Lang, "Mr. Lei, please come to Jumingxuan at eight o'clock tomorrow night."

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, paused for a while, and reached out to take the post.

Mu Zixing bowed slightly and nodded, turned and left the bar. Lan Jing wanted to stop him, but there was another person beside him, so he didn't speak.

Moreover, this invitation from Lei Shao ruined Lan Jing's happy mood just now, he frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "What is he doing all this?"

Cong Lang's tone was indifferent, "It should be to make peace with me."

"Reconcile?" Lan Jing looked at him suspiciously, a little in disbelief.

"It should be, I'm 80.00% sure." Cong Lang said.

"So you're going?" Lan Jing asked with a frown.

"Well, the matter between us and him has to be resolved, and no hidden dangers can be left." Cong Lang said, "You don't have to worry, it's fine."

"Can I not be so fucking worried? What if it's another Hongmen banquet?"

Lan Jing was really intimidated by Lei Shao, and he always felt that the other party's purpose was impure.

"I'll go with you tomorrow night." Lan Jing said.

On the second day, Lan Jing dug out the last gun hidden at home, checked the bullets, and pinned it to his waist.

"Don't be nervous, there are quite a lot of people at Jumingxuan at night, so he won't do anything there." Cong Lang looked at his tense and serious expression and comforted him.

"In case that person loses his mind, it's okay to be careful." Lan Jing put on his coat, put a blanket on Cong Lang's legs, and then pushed him out the door.

When he arrived at Jumingxuan, Mu Zixing was already waiting outside. He saw the two of them approaching quickly, "Young Master Lan, Mr. Cong, please come inside."

Mu Zixing took Lan Jing and Cong Lang up to the second floor.

After getting out of the elevator, Lan Jing realized that Lei Shao should have booked the entire tea room on the second floor, and it was quiet inside, except for a few bodyguards standing there, there was not a single guest.

Lan Jing became more and more alert.

"Sir is in the private room inside, this way please."

Mu Zixing bent down and made a gesture of invitation, then walked over and knocked on the door of the private room first, "Sir, Young Master Lan and Mr. Cong are here."

The door of the private room opened in response, and Lei Shao was sitting inside. Seeing the two of them, he stood up and glanced at Lan Jing, then moved his eyes down, and greeted Cong Lang calmly in the wheelchair.

Seeing the enemy who was going to kill him again and again, no matter what Young Master Cong thought in his heart, he looked as if nothing had happened, bowed his head calmly, "Boss Lei, long time no see."

Lan Jing pushed Cong Lang into the private room, and Lei Shao turned to Mu Zixing and said, "Take Xiao Jing outside for a cup of tea, and I'll talk to Mr. Cong about something."

Mu Zixing nodded in agreement, but Lan Jing sat down on the chair and said, "You talk about your business, I won't get in your way."

Lei Shao didn't speak, just looked at him calmly.

Mu Zixing stepped forward and whispered to Lan Jing, "Young Master Lan, don't worry, Mr. Cong will be fine."

"Hmph," Lan Jing sneered, "I'm a coward. Once bitten by a snake, I'm afraid of well ropes for ten years."

Lei Shao invited Cong Lang to the table, but Lan Jing refused to leave. He never spoke again, and the atmosphere fell into a subtle stalemate.

It was Cong Lang who finally patted Lan Jing on the shoulder, and persuaded softly, "Go and wait for me outside first, and I will come out soon after talking to Boss Lei."

Lan Jing turned to look at him.

Cong Lang pinched his shoulder, looked at him with a smile, "It's okay."

"Half an hour, if you don't come out, no one here will leave alive." Lan Jing finished speaking coldly, got up and left the private room.

Mu Zixing came out and closed the door of the private room, and looked back to see Lan Jing sitting in a booth not far outside.

He walked over and sat opposite Lan Jing.

Mu Zixing asked his subordinates to bring a pot of tea, then poured a cup for himself and Lan Jing, and said slowly, "Actually, you really don't have to worry about what will happen to him. Mr. has encountered a lot of trouble recently, he won't Move Mr. Cong again."

Lan Jingben lowered his eyes as if his face was watery, but he couldn't help raising his head when he heard Mu Zixing's words, "What do you mean? Lei Shao is in trouble?"

He thought for a while and asked, "Did Cong Lang do it?"

Mu Zixing nodded, "Mr.'s business routes in Southeast Asia and Europe have been cut off, causing countless losses. After several days of investigation, we found out that it was Mr. Cong's handwriting."

Lan Jing's eyelids couldn't help twitching, feeling a little surprised.

That bastard did such a big thing quietly.

"Mister underestimated Mr. Cong's background and strength." Mu Zixing said.

Lan Jing thought blankly, I fucking underestimated him too.

"So don't worry, the initiative this time is in your hands."

Now that Mu Zixing said this, Lan Jing's tense nerves relaxed a little, he looked at Mu Zixing and said, "How is your injury?"

"It's okay," Mu Zixing said.

"I forgot to ask you that day, you let me go, Mr. Lei, did he..." Lan Jing could not help but look at Mu Zixing's hand.

"No, he thought you escaped by yourself." Mu Zixing continued.

No one would believe this. Lei Shao's house was so heavily guarded that Lan Jing couldn't escape even with wings.

He raised his teacup, "I owe you a favor. If you need me in the future, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Mu Zixing touched him with a smile, "You saved my life, so it's my repayment."

He took a sip of his tea, put down his cup, and said after a pause, "After tonight, my husband should have nothing to do with you anymore, and you will be free from now on."

"hope so."

Lan Jing said in a low tone, then smiled again, "How about you, don't you have a stand in the way without me, can you relax?"

Mu Zixing smiled wryly, "Without you, there will be another one, and the next one will appear. The one Mr. likes...is always that one."

He didn't want to mention his own affairs, so he changed the subject in the next sentence, "It can be seen that Mr. Cong cares about you very much, and you like him too, right?"

The two big men were always a little awkward chatting about love and love, Lan Jing didn't say anything, and rubbed the celadon teacup, but the smile on his mouth said everything.

Not long after, the door of the private room opened, and Cong Lang walked out pushing the wheelchair.

Lan Jing stepped forward immediately.

"Let's go, go home." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing glanced at Lei Shao, stretched out his hand to push the wheelchair, and waited for the two of them to leave the tea room, Lei Shao withdrew his dim eyes, and left Ju Ming Xuan with his men.