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A month passed by in the blink of an eye, Lan Jing's injuries had already healed, and most of the light-colored scars left behind had gone.

As grandma's birthday was approaching, Cong Lang sat on the sofa and called Shu Mingcheng while Lan Jing was going to the bar.

"Dad, are you home now?"

"Why do you ask this, is there something wrong?" Shu Mingcheng said lazily.

"Confirm your location. I will bring Lan Jing to see grandma in a few days. If you are at home, why don't you go out and hide for two days?"

Shu Mingcheng, "..."

He knew that nothing good would happen if the bastard called.

"And tidy up all your photos at home, don't let Lan Jing find out."

Shu Mingcheng sank into his dantian, "...Get lost, I won't do it!"

"Then I'll tell grandpa what you did." Cong Lang said with a smile.

"Speaking of it," Shu Mingcheng also sneered, "The old man wants to know that you are hiding so many things from the Lan family boy, so let's see if you will be skinned too."

"Both father and son are in trouble together, and neither of us can escape."

Cong Lang's momentum froze instantly, "Dad..."

"Hmph!" Shu Mingcheng picked up the phone, brat, dare to threaten your father.

Cong Lang cleared his throat embarrassingly, poked open his father's WeChat, and silently sent a penny red envelope: Dad, I was wrong [blow kiss].JPG.

Shu Mingcheng: [Get out! ].JPG

Seeing that Shu Mingcheng received the red envelope, Cong Lang poked another dime: Dad, I was really wrong [Bixin].JPG.

Shu Mingcheng: [Indifference].JPG

Cong Lang continued to poke: Forgive me, [kiss].JPG

Shu Mingcheng was so disgusted by his son's shameless operation that he couldn't help calling directly.

"When will you arrive?" He asked very indifferently.

Cong Lang pursed his lips and said, "Next Thursday, we will come one day earlier and leave on the right day."

"You are afraid that there will be too many people on the day, so show your secrets." Shu Mingcheng snorted.

Cong Lang smiled, if he went on grandma's birthday, he would really be troubled, he would have to find a way to stop his uncles, aunts, cousins ​​and cousins ​​from mentioning his father's name, now he doesn't have to worry about it.

But Shu Mingcheng's voice became serious, "How on earth did you plan? You have kept it from others this time, and next time, can you keep it from you for the rest of your life?"

"No," Cong Lang paused, "I've made up my mind, and I'll confess to him when I get back from the old house."

These days, he really struggled for a long time before he made up his mind to tell Lan Jing about his relationship with Shu Mingcheng.

When the time comes, he will accept whatever Lan Jing wants, but he will never let go, even if he kneels down to beg, he will hold him in his hands.

But Shu Mingcheng couldn't help frowning, his voice couldn't help being a little colder, "I don't care how you solve it, if something happens to you, I won't let that kid go."

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On Wednesday afternoon, it was sunny and sunny, and Lanjing had been walking around the mall for almost an hour.

"What gift do you think I should buy?" He held the phone, sat on the lounge chair of the cold drink shop, and asked with a worried face.

It was the first time to buy a gift for an elder, and he didn't know what to give him at all.

"I told you to come with you, but you refused." Cong Lang said with a smile on the phone.

"Then I didn't pick it, the meaning is different." Lan Jing groaned.

Cong Lang smiled, "Then you look for it slowly, even if you buy a cabbage back, they also like it."

Lan Jing sighed, hung up the phone, drank the juice in his hand, and entered a jade shop ahead.

"Welcome." The cabinet sister smiled and bowed slightly to greet him, "Sir, what do you need?"

"...I'll just take a look." Lan Jing rubbed his nose and said.

"Okay." The cabinet sister smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Lan Jing turned around and stopped in front of a glass case containing an emerald bracelet.

Even if he didn't know the goods, he could tell that the water flow of this bracelet was very good. Under the illumination of the decorative lamp, the green color without impurities seemed to flow.

"This..." Lan Jing glanced at the price, tongue-tied secretly, but hesitated for a moment, and said, "Can I have a look at this bracelet?"

"Okay, wait a moment." The cabinet lady in a skirt turned around and took out the key from the drawer, unlocked the glass cabinet, and carefully took out the seat with the jade bracelet.

Then he handed Lan Jing a pair of white velvet gloves.

"You are really discerning, this is the best Shuitou in our store..."

The cabinet sister was just about to introduce the product, but someone came in and patted Lan Jing on the shoulder, Lan Jing turned around, saw the person, couldn't help being stunned, straightened up and looked at him and said, "Why are you here? "

"Sir, I have something to bring to you." Mu Zixing smiled.

Lan Jing frowned, "What does he want to do?"

Mu Zixing said, "Find a place to sit for a while."

Lan Jing stared at him with an unattractive expression. After a while, he took off his gloves and followed Mu Zixing out of the jade shop.

The two found a cafe with few customers and sat down.

"What did he ask you to tell me?" Lan Jing asked.

Mu Zixing thought about his choice of words, and asked Lan Jing first, "Do you know who Cong Lang's father is?"

Lan Jing frowned, "I don't know."

"Sure enough..." Mu Zixing looked at Lan Jing with a strange expression, and then said slowly, "Sir, you definitely don't know who Cong Lang's father is, otherwise you wouldn't be with him."

Lan Jing's brows couldn't help twitching, an ominous premonition popped up in his heart for no reason.

"During this time, sir, someone asked Cong Lang to check." Mu Zixing took out a stack of photos from his pocket and put them on the table. "He said that the people on it are father-son relationship with Cong Lang."

The moment Lan Jing saw the photo clearly, his pupils constricted suddenly, he stood up abruptly, and said in a broken voice, "What did you say?"

He moved too much, turned over the chair, and poured all the white water brought by the waiter on the photo.

A few scattered customers around looked over.

The waiter took two steps forward, but was stopped by Mu Zixing raising his hand.

Lan Jing stared intently at the two figures who were chatting happily in the photo under the water film, then suddenly raised his head to stare at the person opposite, and squeezed out the words word by word from between his teeth, " What's the meaning?"

"Mr. said that Cong Lang's biological father is called Shu Mingcheng. The reason they have different surnames is because Shu Mingcheng follows his mother's surname." Mu Zixing stated calmly.

Lan Jing's black pupils constricted violently a few times, his eyes were extremely terrifying, the blood vessels in the corners of his eyes almost burst, for a moment he almost rushed over to pinch Mu Zixing and asked where he got them from.

But then all the impulses were suppressed by him abruptly, and he thought quickly with an extremely powerful calmness that he had never had before. According to Cong Lang, he and Shu Mingcheng were old acquaintances, so they were photographed It is not surprising to see such a few photos.

Thinking about it this way, Lan Jing's limbs and bones that had become numb due to the rapid rush of blood gradually regained consciousness, and his heart became a little more stable.

Then he looked at Mu Zixing, his hands trembling uncontrollably under his sleeves, but his voice was icy, "Instigate discord, you think I'll believe you."

"Sir, you can prove it yourself," Muzi paused, glanced at Lan Jing with some hesitation, and then said, "He also asked me to tell you something, he said he knew that Shu Mingcheng was yours. Enemy, then with Cong Lang's ability, he should have known it a long time ago."