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Cong Lang paused slightly with his hand on the collar of Lan Jing's shirt, and then couldn't help laughing. The old man has such a temper, anyone who meets him for the first time will be frightened.

"Is it funny?" Lan Jing glared at him.

"Baby, I was wrong," Cong Lang said while helping him take off his clothes, "Why do you think the old man left in such a hurry and didn't let me see you off."

Lan Jing frowned and looked at him.

"Because he could see that you were injured and fell to the ground, and you were holding on to talk with them," Cong Lang said with a smile, "He is feeling sorry for you. They left so that you can rest early."

But grandpa couldn't say those words out of his mouth. The old man had lived most of his life and had only trained others. If he were to say something thoughtful, it would kill him.

Cong Lang took off Lan Jing's shirt, looked at the bloody gauze and hissed softly, then opened the small drawer under the coffee table, took out the scissors from the medicine box, and cut them open one by one, saying, " Grandpa has such a temper, but he actually likes you very much."

Lan Jing felt a little sorry when he heard that, panting, feeling the sharp pain from the wound exposed to the air, and asked sweatingly, "Did the second uncle not call them? Where are they staying tonight?" "

Cong Lang heaved a sigh of relief, took a clean gauze and skillfully bandaged Lan Jing, and said, "There shouldn't be any wounds. , I will call and ask later."

"Ah?!" Lan Jing lowered his raised arms and turned to look at Cong Lang standing behind him, "Then let them go like this? Your grandparents came here for the first time, and they are unfamiliar with the place. What if something goes wrong?"

Thinking that the two old men were almost 70 years old, and walking outside like this, Lan Jing felt anxious for a while.

Cong Lang was quite calm, and comforted in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, Grandpa has settled down, he should send me a message."

In fact, Cong Lang was not at ease, but considering Lan Jing's injury, the old man refused to let him go, so he had no choice but to come up first, thinking about dealing with Lan Jing's side as soon as possible, and then went to see them.

But when Cong Lang helped Lan Jing to lie down on the bed, the news from the old man had already been sent.

He sent Cong Lang the name of the hotel where he stayed and the layout of the room.

—Don't come out to look for it, we went to sleep after dinner.

This hotel is just opposite the community, and the environment is not bad. Cong Lang felt relieved, raised his lips, and locked his phone.

"Why don't you go and accompany them, I have nothing to do here." Lan Jing also saw the news, and suggested softly while lying on the bed.

Cong Lang took off his clothes and shoes directly, went to bed carefully and was hugged by Lan Jing, and said, "They are going to rest, don't bother them, I will go tomorrow."

As he spoke, he touched Lan Jing's forehead, and then said distressedly, "It hurts badly."

"It's okay." Lan Jing rubbed his nose, raised his eyes and asked as if to ask for credit, "How did I do well today?"

"It's very good," Cong Lang hugged him and smiled, "Grandma even gave you the wine for the granddaughter-in-law, and you said how much they like you."

Lan Jing cleared his throat embarrassingly, "I also... quite like them."

Grandma's enthusiasm and grandpa's serious but calm concern made him feel the long-lost warmth from his relatives.

Cong Lang's heart was filled with warmth. In the eyes of outsiders, Lan Jing was arrogant, dissolute, and had a bad temper. He was the only one who knew how soft and innocent the person lying in his arms was in private.

A little warmth can make him so happy.

Cong Lang didn't know how many lifetimes of merit he had cultivated to allow him to pick up such a treasure in this life.

Early the next morning, while Lan Jing was still sleeping, Cong Lang quietly went out.

He rushed to the hotel opposite the community, the old man was already awake, standing in the middle of the room doing Tai Chi, and the old lady was packing her luggage.

Seeing the old lady Cong Lang throw away her clothes, she rushed up and asked, "Is Xiaojing okay?"

If the old man hadn't explained it to her with a straight face last night, she wouldn't have noticed that Lan Jing was supporting them with his seriously injured body. After leaving, she was still complaining that his wife didn't eat the meal cooked by his precious grandson. .

"It's okay, I re-bandaged his wound last night." Cong Lang said with a smile.

"Hey, let the children suffer and accompany us two old men and old ladies, in my heart..." The old lady held her chest, her eyes were already red as she spoke.

Cong Lang quickly helped her sit down by the bed, took out a tissue and wiped her tears while comforting her, "Lan Xiaojing just wants to make a good impression on you two, he has no relatives, so he cherishes this relationship with his grandparents." I'm afraid you don't like him when we meet again."

"How could you not like it," the old lady cried, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What a wonderful child."

The old man was also a little moved, looked at Cong Lang and said seriously, "Be nicer to him."

The old lady nodded, "That's right, our old Cong's family doesn't like to combine today and leave tomorrow. If you are sure, it will last a lifetime. You must be single-minded and stop thinking about the children of the Xi family."

Cong Lang, "...I know, that's all in the past, and I will only love him from now on."

The old lady was relieved, and told Cong Lang a lot of things.

"What is Grandpa's plan next? How about I show you around, there are many beautiful places in City C." Cong Lang said.

The old lady waved her hand, "No, go see your second grandfather, and then we'll go back, you go back and take care of Xiaojing, remember to stew bone soup, eat bones to make up bones."

Lan Xiaojing didn't hurt his bones, Cong Lang smiled in his heart, but he didn't explain, and he responded to them one by one.

"Then I'll take you to the second grandpa's house." Cong Lang said.

"No, someone will come to pick you up." The old man said.

While talking, the old man's phone rang, and the car had already arrived downstairs.

Cong Lang sent them to the car. Before leaving, he asked the old man when the plane was coming, and he went to see him off. The old man waved his hand and refused, telling him to do what he should do and don't worry about them.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, when Cong Lang received the call, they were already on the return flight.

"We are juniors, we should send them off." Lan Jing frowned.

Cong Lang pressed on the center of his brows to flatten those small fine lines, "Grandpa was afraid that you insisted on giving it away, so he didn't tell us."

"He asked you to recover well," Cong Lang said with a smile, "Grandma's birthday is next month, they asked me to take you back to the old house."

"???"

Lan Jing suddenly widened his eyes.

"You... When the time comes, will your relatives come a lot?"

"Not many, my grandparents are just my dad's only seedling, and then the second grandfather and an aunt, two uncles, below are four cousins, two cousins, and then there are three cousins, and the four cousins ​​are still there." have……"

Lan Jing, "..." That's not a lot of shit! ! !

Letting a large group of relatives around to visit like monkeys, Lan Jing imagined the scene, couldn't help shivering, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Not going, not going, not going...not going to die."

"...Then let's go one day earlier, have a meal with grandparents, and then come back."

Lan Jing nibbled on his fingers and thought about it for a while, then nodded.