cry that scum

He knew it a long time ago, but he still deliberately approached you and stayed with you.

Lei Shao didn't speak clearly, but made all the unfinished meanings clear.

Lan Jing's temples were throbbing non-stop, his hands and feet were cold, he didn't want to believe Lei Shao's words, but his reason told him that Lei Shao would not be so bored as to make up such a lie to destroy his relationship with Cong Lang.

"You..." Mu Zixing stood up hesitantly when he saw that he was not in the right state.

"I don't believe him," Lan Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Mu Zixing with red eyes. He said this for the other party and himself.

How could Cong Lang have anything to do with Shu Mingcheng?

Don't believe other people's nonsense!

But outside the coffee shop, Lan Jing still dialed Cong Lang's grandma's number from the last meeting with trembling fingers.

When the other end was connected, he bit his canine teeth into the meat, and his voice was as relaxed and calm as possible.

"grandmother."

"Hey," the old lady said happily, "is it Xiaojing?"

Lan Jing responded, his lips trembling, but his voice was still smiling and he pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I want to buy a gift for Uncle Shu. I don't know what he likes, so I want to ask you."

"Yeah! I want to buy gifts for Mingcheng. Xiaojing doesn't blame your uncle, right? Don't worry, grandpa has already dealt with him when he hurt you at home. I'll ask him to apologize to you when you come over."

In a word, it was as if a red-hot knife had pierced through the lungs. Lan Jing couldn't hear anything except the name, and all the viscera were surging with blood.

Lan Jing's pupils were trembling uncontrollably, the knuckles holding the phone were so hard that they turned white, the screen cracked and shattered beside his ears, and his heart pounded against his throat.

He staggered half a step forward, holding tightly to the guardrail in the shopping mall, as if he wanted to use this strength to suppress some extremely violent emotions.

The voices of the surrounding people faded away like a tide, and in the rumbling eardrums were his heavy gasps and shouts from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaojing? Xiaojing? Are you listening?"

Lan Jing closed his eyes fiercely, the rush of blood made it feel like countless steel needles had been pierced into his brain, and he was very conscious despite the sharp pain.

"I'm here, grandma, tell me."

Lan Jing would never have imagined that at this moment, he would be able to squeeze out these few words almost calmly from his convulsed throat.

"Your uncle doesn't lack anything, let him buy it himself." Grandma said.

Lan Jing curled up his lips dumbly, and then he heard himself say with a smile, "Then I'll buy it myself, grandma, please don't tell uncle that I'm going to bring him a present."

"Well, it's a surprise, grandma understands!"

After hanging up the phone, Lan Jing's whole body was still trembling uncontrollably. He squatted down along the guardrail, and the decorative spotlights cast an indistinct shadow on his figure on the ground.

There were people coming and going around, but no one noticed the man squatting on the ground with his back facing them. His face was pale, his eyes were red, and he looked terrifying like a ghost.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Jing finally moved. He stood up slowly supporting his numb legs, and with the back of his hand, he wiped away a trace of blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth when his canine teeth bit through the wall of his mouth.

Except for those black eyes that had become cold and lifeless, his complexion had returned to normal. Even when he was driving back and standing outside the house, even his eyes had the same expression as usual.

Enter the fingerprint lock, open the door, and there is the aroma of carp soup in the living room.

Cong Lang held the spoon and pointed his head over, "I'm back."

Lan Jingting nodded, put down the things on his hands, walked over to pick up a piece of fried pork with green bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth.

"What gift did you buy for the second elder?"

Lan Jing went to the kitchen to wash his hands, walked over to take out the bowls and chopsticks with Cong Lang, and said mysteriously, "Go and see for yourself."

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, and brought over the gift box that Lan Jing had placed on the sofa, he opened the box containing the emerald jade bracelet, and said, "It must have cost a lot of money."

Lan Jing nodded as he ate the food, "So grandpa's gift is your old tea cake that cost millions."

Cong Lang smiled, pointed at Lanjing with his index finger in the air, and jokingly said, "Did you think of it earlier?"

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows while slurping up the fish soup, noncommittal.

After eating, wash the pots and dishes, go downstairs for a walk together, and then come back to exercise, see

Video disc... At eleven o'clock in the evening, Cong Lang got up to wash up, and Lan Jing heard the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, all expressions on his face faded away.

He took the phone Cong Lang left on the coffee table, paused with his fingertips on the screen for a few seconds, and then entered the password.

Out of respect for their lover's privacy and mutual trust, they have never looked at each other's mobile phones, but when Cong Lang unlocked and turned on the phone, Lan Jing saw it a few times and remembered the password.

141221

Lan Jing entered these numbers, and the screen lock was unlocked.

Lan Jing took a deep breath, glanced at the bathroom, and quickly clicked on the call log.

The name note of the first outgoing call is: Lao Shu.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, even though he had already sentenced to death for this matter, the moment Lan Jing saw those two words, his black pupils couldn't help shrinking sharply a few times.

The hand holding the mobile phone began to tremble uncontrollably again. At this point, he still wanted to struggle out of despair, so he clicked on Cong Lang's WeChat, and then clicked on the dialog box with Lao Shu.

The chat records inside took away the last trace of oxygen in Lan Jing's chest and lungs, and the extreme rage erupted like a volcano erupting from magma. Those warm and loving years in the past became the combustion accelerant of this rolling rock flow, and instantly penetrated to the limbs Baike.

The phone screen went dark after half a minute, reflecting Lan Jing's face covered in ice.

All his expressions seemed to be frozen in the icy winter, from the corners of his eyes and brows, to every inch of his skin and every pore, icicle-like coldness emanated.

The water in the bathroom stopped, Lan Jing's bloodshot eyeballs moved, and the next second, the moment the bathroom door opened, he stood up abruptly and quickly ran to the balcony.

"Why go?" Cong Lang asked, rubbing his hair.

Lan Jing didn't say anything, he was afraid of revealing the twisted and hoarse voice in his voice, so he just raised his hand and shook the lighter between his fingers, meaning that he was going to smoke.

The cool autumn wind outside slightly pulled back the cobweb-like sanity, Lan Jing flicked the lighter, and after three failures, he finally sucked the cigarette in his mouth, then his lips and teeth trembled, and he exhaled a mouth full of rust. Taste of turbidity.

"Why did you come here?"

Cong Lang's voice sounded behind him, Lan Jing suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the monstrous hatred was hidden in the deepest part of his eyes.

He turned his head, smoked his cigarette sideways, looked at the oncoming person with black and white eyes, and suddenly said, "Brother Cong, let's go for a ride, how about?"