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Chapter 125 He Loves You

In a hurry to get on the bed, Lan Jing accidentally wrapped himself in the quilt including his head and feet, so he jumped out of the quilt again.

"hiss--"

Seeing the situation inside the house, Jin Dao quickly stopped, and said with a toothache, "Can you two shout or lock the door when you are doing business?"

Being seen through by someone, Lan Jing's face immediately boiled, but Master Cong's hand was still holding somewhere, Lan Jing choked, and there was no silver 300 taels here to retort, "Fuck off, what nonsense!"

Seeing his face turning red from embarrassment instantly, Jin Dao squinted his eyes and clicked his tongue meaningfully, "You guys are really..."

Speaking of Jindao, he was about to turn around and go out, but there was a person behind him, who was stretching his neck and blinking his eyes curiously, asking, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Jin Dao quickly covered the opponent's eyes.

"Hey, what are you blocking me for?" Yan Kun pulled his hand down, taking advantage of this time, Lan Jing quickly sat up and stared at them with a serious face.

Yan Kun shrank his neck in fright, and hid behind the golden knife again, then poked his head and smirked and waved to Cong Lang and Lan Jing, "Hi."

Lan Jing, "..."

Cong Lang, "..."

The good thing was interrupted, and he was very angry at first, but the moment he saw Yan Kun, Lan Jing's anger surged again, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Kun was frightened by his voice, and then thought of the purpose of coming here, so he mustered up his courage, cleared his throat and said, "Brother Xiaodao said, I can find you here."

Lan Jing looked at Jin Dao.

Jin Dao shrugged, "He wanted to come to ask why you didn't go to the concert, so I brought him here."

Yan Kun nodded vigorously from behind.

Lan Jing was taken aback for a moment, remembering that Jin Dao had handed him tickets for Yan Kun's concert invitations before, but the days were so chaotic that he forgot about it.

It's just that Lan Jing has never had a good impression of people surnamed Yan, so he definitely can't explain it, so he just wanted to say something coldly, "There's no reason, I don't want to go, what's wrong?"

But seeing Yan Kun staring at his own eyes eagerly, he was a bit speechless about the strange accident. After a few seconds of silence, Lan Jing said, "I lost the invitation."

Yan Kun's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly took out another post from his pocket, stepped forward and put it on the quilt, "It's okay, my birthday is next week, I hope you can come to participate!"

This was simply pushing his nose to his face, Lan Jing's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say fuck off, don't bother me, but when he was about to speak, Cong Lang stopped him and asked, "Where should I do it?"

"My house." Yan Kun said.

Cong Lang nodded, "Let's go."

Yan Kun was stunned, looked at Cong Lang and said, "Are you coming to participate too? But I only brought one invitation card, so wait, I'll go back and get you one later."

"It's okay, you can bring your family, let Lan Jing take me." Cong Lang said.

"Oh," Yan Kun nodded, and suddenly asked, "Family?"

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, turned his head abruptly and kissed the corner of Lan Jing's mouth, and said with a smile, "Although we didn't get the certificate, I am indeed his man."

Lan Jing glared at him.

"Of course, Lan Jing is also my man." Cong Lang added slowly, and Lan Jing's face brightened instantly.

On the contrary, Yan Kun's expression was as if struck by lightning, he stood there in a daze, his face flushed suddenly, like a goose whose neck was strangled, and then froze.

It took too long for him to petrify, Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, and joked, "Scared?"

Half a minute later, Yan Kun's eye circles turned red.

Lan Jing looked at him in shock, and then at Cong Lang, no, we didn't care about him, did we?

"I... I'll go out for a while!" Yan Kun raised his arms, blocking his eyes and hurried out the door.

Lan Jing was completely confused, frowning and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with him?"

"It must have been abused by the two of you." The old God of Golden Knife said, "So don't show affection in front of single dogs, it's such a virtue that you can hardly bear it."

Cong Lang, "..."

Lan Jing, "..."

"I'll go out and have a look." Jin Daodao sighed.

Jin Dao found Yan Kun in the toilet cubicle of the hospital. The other party was sitting on the toilet, crying, looking extremely sad.

Jin Dao walked over and knelt down in front of him.

"I was planning to confess my love to him at the birthday party," Yan Kun said, "Brother Xing said that he broke up with Mr. Lei, and I'm happy, so I can chase him, but he has a new one." Mate."

Jin Dao caught a teardrop on Yan Kun's chin, but didn't speak.

"Why didn't you tell me that they are a couple? I thought they were friends." Yan Kun cried.

Jin Dao was a little speechless, firstly, he was used to not being told unless people asked him, and secondly, the kid didn't explicitly say that he liked Lan Jing, so he didn't care.

"You really like Lan Jing?" After a while, Jin Dao asked.

Yan Kun hummed.

He didn't know when he fell in love with Lan Jing.

After getting to know Lan Jing, whenever he had the chance to come out to play, he would come to the bar to guard Lan Jing, but at that time, Lan Jing belonged to Lei Shao, and he felt that the other party was like an older brother, so he never thought about it. Others are not at all like his elder brother Yan Yi, gradually this feeling will change.

"Then what do you like about him?" Jin Dao asked again.

"Handsome, you are very skilled," Yan Kun raised his head, his face full of tears, "He even saved me, like a hero."

Jin Dao, "..." This kid must have filmed too many TV series.

He thought such a simple Yan Kun was quite amusing, and after thinking about it, he said, "Then do you want someone else to like you?"

Yan Kun looked at him with big wet and dark eyes, "Who is it?"

"Look at me," Jin Dao pointed to himself, "I'm also very good."

Yan Kun stared at him and said distressedly, "But you are not handsome, I am a face control."

Golden Knife, "..."

As a killer, it is not a good thing to look too prominent. Jin Knife has also fine-tuned his facial features and changed his cheekbones a bit. At best, his current appearance can be regarded as handsome, not ugly. It is the opposite of Cong Lang Lanjing's appearance. God is far from bad.

You can't go back to fix it, can you?

Spending this price to make the children happy, Jin Dao shook his head, forget it.

"Actually, you're not ugly," Yan Kun stopped crying, feeling that what he said just now was a bit hurtful, and hurriedly remedied, "Really, you still look pretty good-looking."

A smile flashed across Jin Dao's eyes calmly.

In the ward, after Yan Kun and Jin Dao went out, Cong Lang moved his hand and asked Lan Jing, "Are you still here?"

Lan Jing rolled his eyes and continued to fart. After being so frightened, he was already half soft. He angrily lifted the paws of Young Master Cong still in his trousers, and then fastened the belt.

"Did you do it on purpose just now?"

"Well," Cong Lang said, "Your brother has taken a fancy to you."

"What..." Lan Jing was almost choked to death by the saliva, he coughed for a long time before he opened his eyes and said, "What did you say!?"

"Yan Kun didn't know that you were his own brother, did he? His attitude towards you..." Cong Lang clicked his tongue, "So I tried it just now, and it really broke down."

Lan Jing, "..."