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Lan Jing felt that he was not a hypocritical person before, and the reason why he became so emotional now was because Cong Lang got used to him.

For him who has no sense of security, it is not a good thing to rely too much on one person.

But he can't.

Young Master Cong was too gentle, too kind, and too flirtatious, he could only watch helplessly as his muddy feet sank.

With each passing day, his feelings for Cong Lang deepened.

But Lan Jing never took the initiative to tell Cong Lang how much he loved him.

He is proud, proud and so fragile, afraid that after he speaks his true heart, one day Cong Lang gets tired and leaves him, and he will find it difficult to get along with himself.

But just now in the car, he told Cong Lang that he wanted to spend every Mid-Autumn Festival with him in the future.

This is tantamount to confessing that Lan Jing's face, which was already slightly red from the smell of alcohol, became even more rosy, not to mention that there was an outsider driver in the front seat.

After Lan Jing finished speaking, he buried his face in Cong Lang's arm and pretended to be dead.

Maybe because I have already decided to do that thing, I will not have a chance to say it in the future, so the words just blurted out.

Cong Lang's fingertips touched Lan Jing's hot ears, and he couldn't help chuckling. He looked at the driver who was not looking sideways, then moved closer to Lan Jing, and said in the charming voice of Young Master Cong, "As long as you want , from now on, no matter the Mid-Autumn Festival or the New Year, I will accompany you in every festival."

Lan Jing's ears moved, pretending to be asleep, without making a sound.

Cong Lang pursed his lips, stretched out his arms, put them around his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

When they got downstairs, Lan Jing stretched his waist pretending to just wake up, looked outside and said, "Are you there?"

He said and got out of the car, and hugged Cong Lang who was holding back his laughter.

The driver helped them take off the wheelchair, Lan Jing said thank you, and carefully put Cong Lang into the wheelchair.

When the two of them entered the room, Lan Jing went to take a shower first, and then helped Cong Lang scrub again.

"The plaster cast can be removed in a week." Lan Jing tapped Cong Lang's leg, and covered his feet with a towel.

"Well, Shen Bai asked me to go for a review tomorrow." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing paused holding Cong Lang's hand, and said, "The day after tomorrow, I have something to do tomorrow, and there is something wrong with the supplier who supplies Lan Ye with drinks, I have to go and see."

"Okay." Cong Lang said.

After wiping his body, Cong Lang wanted to jump outside by himself, but Lan Jing stopped him, "Slippery on the ground."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up Cong Lang.

"Are you okay?" Cong Lang asked with his head down. Lan Jing drank a lot of wine tonight, and seemed to be doing things in an orderly manner, but his feet were not very stable, and he occasionally turned when he walked.

Lan Jing gritted his teeth, turned his head and gnawed on Cong Lang's butt, which was only wearing a pair of underwear, and said with an evil smile, "I'll find out later if it's okay or not?"

The kid finally couldn't bear to collect the bill.Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, but he didn't resist much in his heart.

From the day he promised to show up to Lan Jing, he was mentally prepared.

Lan Jing threw Cong Lang on the bed, then pulled Cong Lang down again, letting his legs hang by the bed, then pointed at him and said, "Don't move, I'll do it."

Cong Lang pursed his lips and looked at him.

Lan Jing opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the cover and lubricating fluid inside and put it aside.

Then he climbed onto the bed, stared down at Cong Lang for a while, then leaned over and kissed her, his lust was quickly aroused by the superb teasing.

Both of them had already reacted, Lan Jing rubbed against Cong Lang, and kissed him all the way on the chest.

Cong Lang felt that Lan Jing slightly separated his legs, he swallowed calmly, and closed his eyes.

After all, he was a pure 1 before this, lying under a person for the first time, he was inevitably a little nervous.

The sound of the plastic packaging bag being torn open was very clear in the air. Cong Lang slowly adjusted his breathing, but in the next second, something familiar to the touch was being touched by a pair of gloves on his congested and erect part.

Cong Lang opened his eyes unexpectedly, Lan Jing was frowning, and stretched his hand behind himself.

"Lan Xiaojing..."

Cong Lang murmured, and was a little speechless for the first time.

Lan Jing had never done the preparatory work for himself before, and every time he lay flat and was served by Cong Lang, now seeing Cong Lang looking at him with deep eyes, Lan Jing blushed and pressed his forehead on the opponent's chest.

When the feeling was almost done, Lan Jing withdrew his hand, then covered Cong Lang's eyes with the other hand, raised his waist, and sat down slowly facing Cong Lang's crotch.

"Lan Xiaojing, let me watch you." Cong Lang said softly.

Lan Jing was silent for a while, then moved his hand away as he said.

After a long time, Lan Jing fell on Cong Lang with two blushing panting.

Cong Lang hugged Lan Jing and kissed his sweaty temple hair.

After embracing each other for half a minute, Lan Jing lifted his butt, got off Cong Lang, grabbed a few tissues and threw them to Cong Lang, "I'll go wash it."

Cong Lang rested the back of his hand on his forehead, reminiscing about Lan Jing's initiative just now, and wiped his lower body clean with a smile after a while.

Early the next morning, Lan Jing called for breakfast as usual, ate with Cong Lang, and then went out.

He smoked a cigarette downstairs, looked up at the window of his house for a long while, then closed the car window, and slowly drove the car out of the community.

Lan Jing first flew to City G where Shuming City was located, and then took a bus to a remote mountain village. After walking for about two miles, Lan Jing stood in front of a dilapidated farmyard.

He knocked on the door, and a disheveled man poked his head out of it.

"It's me." Lan Jing said.

The man recognized him, wrapped in a shabby military overcoat, hurried over and opened the door, then looked at the blue scene in front of him a little helplessly, and murmured, "Long time no see."

"Where are my things?" Lan Jing asked directly.

The man invited Lan Jing into the house and said, "Here, I have been keeping it safe."

Lan Jing followed him into the room.

"Do you want to use it now? I'll find it for you."

Lan Jing nodded, "Thank you, I'm sorry."

The man asked him to wait, walked to the wardrobe placed in the house by himself, moved it away forcefully, and tore off the pasted wallpaper, then brought a screwdriver, groped for a while on the wall, and pried open a part of it. Shale bricks.

"I repaint the wall every year. You can't see it from the outside, don't worry." The man bared his yellow teeth and removed the other pages of bricks. He reached into the wall and took out a rectangular oilcloth bag.

Then he handed the bag to Lan Jing.

Lan Jing uncovered the tarpaulin, which contained a rectangular box. He turned the combination lock a few times to open the box.

There were several pistols, a sniper rifle and a few bullets quietly placed in the box.

Lan Jing checked them one by one.

"Are you all right?" the man bent down and asked.

Lan Jingting nodded, took a Beretta APX casually, disassembled it and put it in the handbag brought by the man, then took out a leather bag from his underwear pocket and handed it to the person standing next to him, "Thank you. "

The man waved his hands again and again, "No, I can't take it. You are my savior, how can you still collect money?"

Lan Jing didn't speak, put the money on the chair, and then walked out of the yard.

The man followed behind him, and when he reached the door, he asked hesitantly, "Is... still the same as before?"

Lan Jing paused, remained silent for a few seconds, then tilted his head slightly, "It won't take ten days this time...I didn't return here after three days, so I destroyed the box."