cry that scum

Lan Jing returned to the city center and quietly brought the things into the hotel he booked online.

Then he went to the balcony to light a cigarette and dialed Cong Lang's number.

"Are you there?" the other end asked.

Lan Jing lied without changing his face, "I just met the person in charge of the supplier, and I have some more to talk about. I guess I'll have to stay here for two or three days."

"Can you handle it?" Cong Lang asked, "Do you want me to help?"

"Yes, it's just that I want to lower the price, there's no other problem." Lan Jing said, and then asked, "Have you finished the inspection? How is the recovery?"

"'It seems that your Lanjing family has taken very good care of you. The wound has healed very well, and the plaster cast can be removed in a few days.'" Cong Lang said, "This is Shen Bai's original words."

Lan Jing smiled and felt relieved.

After chatting with Cong Lang for a few words, Cong Lang asked him to eat something to rest, Lan Jing agreed, hung up the phone, lay on the guardrail and looked at the hotel's own garden, and took a leisurely puff of cigarette.

After smoking, Lan Jing went back to the room to order a meal, and then took a shower and changed clothes during this time.

After eating, he lay down on the bed with his eyes closed for a while. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sudden ringing of his cell phone made Lan Jing open his eyes suddenly.

Lan Jing touched the phone and looked at the caller ID, but he didn't speak when he picked it up.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't even say hello, and directly reported the place name, and then the two parties hung up at the same time with a tacit understanding.

Donglin Villa No. 8.

Lan Jing wrote down the name, looked at the time, and took Boleta APX out the door.

In this world, if someone buys news, someone sells it. Lan Jing bought Shu Mingcheng's whereabouts through some channel, but he needs to go to the site to verify whether the address the other party just mentioned is correct.

Donglin Villa is located in the center of City G, where every inch of land is expensive, Lan Jing sneaked in and explored it.

The distance between each villa here is very far, leaving absolute space. Lan Jing quietly went to the two nearest houses where Shu Mingcheng lived to look at them, because of the angle and orientation, they were not suitable for sniping.

Lan Jing looked around, but found no commanding heights suitable for sniping.

If he wanted to kill Shu Mingcheng, he could only enter the villa.

But the security system here is very advanced, and it is very difficult to sneak in unless someone comes out from inside.

Faced with such a fucking form, Lan Jing cursed silently, then threw away the cigarette butt on his mouth. When he saw Shu Mingcheng's figure flashing past the swimming pool of that villa from a distance, he didn't say anything. Noisily hid on the periphery of the villa.

But for two days in a row, Shu Mingcheng seemed to grow inside, and Lan Jing didn't even see his ghost.

Lan Jing couldn't help being a little impatient. During the lurking period, he only quietly sent a few messages to Cong Lang. The other party wanted to make a video call with him, but he made excuses to refuse. With Cong Lang's keenness, if this continues, he should be suspicious. up.

And Lan Jing only gave himself three days.

So now there is only one way left, Lan Jing pursed his lips, calmed down, crawled out from the hiding place, put away the gun, and went back to the hotel first.

As soon as he washed off the dust, Cong Lang sent a video call.

He stared at Lan Jing wearing a bathrobe in the camera for a moment, and then said meaningfully, "Take a bath in broad daylight, Lan Xiaojing, did you steal me from a little goblin behind my back?"

Lan Jing brushed his hair, and replied lazily, "I just masturbated to your photo, and I'd be happy if you said you were a goblin."

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, "The interest is so high, are you holding back?"

"Well, wait for me after I wash it, and I'll take care of you when I get back." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang put his hands on his forehead and chuckled, "Okay, I'm ready to sacrifice myself for Young Master Lan at any time."

Lan Jing raised his lips, put down the towel in his hand, and looked at Cong Lang in the video. There was a faint smile on the man's brows and eyes, and he looked evil and warm.

"Miss me?" Cong Lang asked.

Lan Jing didn't answer at first, but was silent for a while, then hummed.

"I miss you too," Cong Lang sighed, "If you can't handle it, just open your mouth, don't carry it alone, and come back quickly."

Lan Jing rubbed his nose and turned his eyes away, he didn't know if he could go back.

If he died here, what would the person in front of him do?

Lan Jing shook his head, he couldn't think about these things, when he thought about them, he would feel like retreating, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Are you really in trouble?" Cong Lang looked at Lan Jing's red eyes and frowned.

"No," Lan Jing wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, his tone was fierce, but what he said was heart-wrenching, "I just... no one has ever cared about me so much, I'm fucking moved, do you understand?" !"

"Scared me, I thought you were being bullied." Cong Lang heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled, "Lan Xiaojing, you are getting cuter and cuter."

"Get out!" Lan Jing roared, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm tired, take a rest."

"Then call me later." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing curled his lips, "Why are you so bloody and crooked?"

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The next day, at two o'clock in the morning, in the dead of night, when people fell into deep sleep, a figure quietly broke into No. 8 residence in Donglin villa area.

There is an alarm system hidden in everything from the lawn to the garden and the surrounding building layout.

Lan Jing took extra care with every step he took, but unexpectedly when he approached the beautifully designed three-story building, Lan Jing didn't see the bodyguards standing guard.

Standing in the darkness, the small building is very quiet, so quiet that people can smell an unusual and dangerous atmosphere.

Instinct told Lan Jing that he might have fallen into a trap and should retreat now, but Lan Jing gently pulled the bolt of the gun with his hand, loaded the bullet, and then slowly pushed open the closed door in front of him .

The hall was empty, Lan Jing looked up, and there was a shadowy figure in the shadow of the stairs on the second floor—like Shu Mingcheng.

Lan Jing quickly aimed his gun at him, but he didn't pull the trigger, because he wasn't sure if it was Shu Mingcheng.

The man took two steps forward from the shadows, came to the edge of the stairs, and looked down.

Lan Jing narrowed his eyes and tightened the Boleta in his hand. He tried hard to identify whether the person standing on it was his enemy, but the light was not enough, so he couldn't see clearly.

The man didn't speak either.

Holding the gun, Lan Jing stepped on the first step of the spiral staircase, and then went up step by step. When he was about to see the man's face clearly, the person standing on the stairs clapped his hands.

The surrounding lights were brightly lit, more than a dozen pulses aimed at Lan Jing, and at the same time, three men in all black suits struck him with fists.

Lan Jing didn't care about adapting to the glare of the light, he put away his gun, took out the saber from his waist, and wrestled with the visitor.

Shu Mingcheng stood behind all the bodyguards, propping up the stairs with his hands and looking at Lan Jing with a smile.

"Hey, boy from the Lan family, we meet again."

Lan Jing quickly slammed his gun. He had originally shot in the direction of the sound during the fight, but he missed the target, and the bodyguard standing next to him fell to the ground in response.