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Chapter 123 Resolving the grievances

The second elder forgave him, and Lan Jing felt a lot more relaxed, and his face was no longer tense.

During the dinner, the old lady asked Lan Jing why Cong Lang didn't come with him, and Lan Jing embarrassedly told her that she had sneaked out behind his back.

Grandma chatted with Lan Jing about some homework again. Although Lan Jing was cautious, he answered them all smoothly. The grandpa in the main seat basically didn't speak, and occasionally knocked on the plate to let Lan Jing taste a certain dish, emphasizing that it was grandma. Made it and it was delicious.

There were two old people there, and even though Shu Mingcheng was sitting diagonally opposite, the atmosphere at the table was considered harmonious.

After dinner, Grandpa asked Lan Jing to rest. Lan Jing was indeed a little tired, so he obediently went upstairs.

Grandma said that the guest room hadn't been cleaned, so she asked him to go to Cong Lang's room. Lan Jing opened the door, raising his eyebrows.

Young Master Cong's bedroom still maintains the layout of the study period. The room is large in size, the bed is next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the floor is covered with cashmere blankets, a computer desk, a desk, a piano in the northeast corner, and a guitar on the wall. The spoofed decorations are hung and there is a huge glass case against the wall.

Lan Jing opened it curiously, and it was full of various competition trophies that Cong Lang had won in his youth.

Tsk tsk, I didn't expect young master Cong to be a top student, he really didn't notice it at all.

Lan Jing shook his head as he wandered past. On the other side of the wall was a small glass cabinet, which contained various hand-made figures and combat vehicle models collected by Cong Lang.

Lan Jing walked around excitedly, then lay down on the bed, and dialed Cong Lang's phone.

"How is it?" Cong Lang's voice came quickly.

"I'm in a good mood now," Lan Jing patted the mattress under him, and said with a smile, "Where do you think I am?"

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows.

Lan Jing took a photo of the room and sent it, and then said, "Why didn't I see the photo of you when you were a child?"

"Want to see it?" Cong Lang played with taste, "Open the second drawer of the bedside table."

Lan Jing did as he said, and pulled out a thick photo album from the drawer.

"The photos from birth are all here, take a look at them slowly, but don't masturbate at my photos." Cong Lang joked.

"Fuck off, I'm not so horny," Lan Jing cursed and flipped the page casually, then hissed, "Damn it! You...were you so cute when you were young?"

The boy in the photo is about [-] or [-] years old, and Cong Lang's current outline can already be clearly seen, but at that time, he looked white, clean, well-behaved, like the most delicate bamboo shoot tip, beautiful, harmless, fresh and delicious .

Unlike now, Lan Jing shook his head and sighed when he remembered the first time he met Cong Lang. Young Master Cong was still beautiful, but romantic, like a poppy, full of dangerous and seductive aura.

Society is really a big dye vat, and it turns young people into shameless things.

"Tsk what?" Cong Lang asked with a smile when he heard the sound of tsk tsk coming from the receiver.

Lan Jing said, "I was thinking, fortunately I took you in and made a contribution to society, otherwise I don't know how many people you would go out and harm."

"Hey, can I take a copy of your photo?"

"What? Look at me, Lan Xiaojing, you won't let go of minors, you have too much taste." Cong Lang teased.

"Get out!" Lan Jing roared.

Cong Lang laughed for a long time, and after a while he asked, "How are you getting along with grandparents? How about I come over."

"Very good," Lan Jing rubbed his nose, and calmed down, "Grandpa and grandma didn't blame me, they all treated me very well, don't go back and forth, I'll be back in two days."

"Okay, let grandma make some shortbread and bring it to me." Cong Lang said with a smile.

After chatting for a few more words, Shen Bai wanted to check Cong Lang, so the two hung up the phone, Lan Jing put down the phone, and flipped through Cong Lang's photos one by one from beginning to end.

While watching with relish, there was a knock on the door.

Lan Jing jumped off the bed, opened the door, and Shu Mingcheng stood outside with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing him, Lan Jing's face turned cold subconsciously, but before he could speak, Shu Mingcheng had already walked in, turned around and locked the door behind him.

Afterwards, he looked at Lan Jing and took out a handful of small and delicate boleta from his pocket.

Lan Jing immediately took a step back vigilantly.

"Don't be nervous," Shu Mingcheng loaded the gun, casually threw it on the computer desk beside Lan Jing, leaned against the door, folded his arms and said, "Here, I'll give you a chance to kill me."

Lan Jing's expression changed a few times, he stared at him, and asked after a long while, "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Shu Mingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said casually, "If you kill me now, the old man will not hold you accountable."

Shu Mingcheng used to think that Lan Jing was a soft-hearted kid who would not indiscriminately hurt innocent people, so every time he was assassinated, he would let Lan Jing run away.

It wasn't until the last time that what Lan Jing did really angered him, and he thought in his heart that this kid must be killed.

But today when Lan Jing knelt down in front of the two old men, he watched from the side, sighed silently, and thought, that's all.

Hearing that his eyes moved, Lan Jing suddenly grabbed the gun on the table and pointed it at Shu Mingcheng.

Shu Mingcheng had no expression on his face, lowered his eyes slightly, and flicked the cigarette ash.

No one knows what kind of struggle Lan Jing went through in a few minutes. After a long time, he slowly put down the gun, pushed it back, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Let's go." He said dryly.

Shu Mingcheng looked up at him slightly for a few seconds, then turned around.

"What you said before," Lan Jing said suddenly, "is it true? What Qi Yongsheng did was not ordered by you."

Shu Mingcheng turned his head, stared at Lan Jing for a while, and then smiled, "If I wanted to be strong, I wouldn't have to go through so many troubles, just tie you up and it's over."

Lan Jing frowned.

After Shu Mingcheng finished speaking, he hooked his lips, opened the door and walked out.

Coming out of Cong Lang's room, Shu Mingcheng saw the old man downstairs staring at him with his head up.

"...Dad." Shu Mingcheng went down the spiral staircase.

"What are you going to do with Xiaojing?" the old man asked.

"You are staring too closely, what can I do?" Shu Mingcheng picked a grape from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth, and said fearlessly, "Protecting him like this? Is it possible that you are still afraid of what I will do?" He, I'm not that beastly, to attack your future granddaughter-in-law."

When the old man heard the bastard's words, his beard twitched in anger, and just about to open his mouth to curse, Shu Mingcheng said again, "Of course I settled the grievances with him, since we will be a family in the future, it's better to talk about it. "

The old man's expression softened a little, but he still snorted heavily, "Who is your family, I signed those documents, take them and get out."

"...Dad," Shu Mingcheng blinked, "You've already forgiven that kid from the Lan family, and you'll recognize me by the way."

Shu Mingcheng was also very wronged. At that time, he rushed to the military hospital in G city as soon as he could get out of bed, but after explaining the whole story honestly, he was almost beaten to death by the old man, and then he severed the father-son relationship with him.

Today is the first time he has visited the door in the past few months, and it can be regarded as being honored by that kid.

"Let me ask you, how did Xiaojing get that injury on his arm?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

When Shu Mingcheng heard this, he coughed twice, calmly picked up the documents on the table, and said solemnly, "Dad, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first, and I'll see you in a few days."

After speaking, slip away.

The old man's tea mug flew out right after him, "You bastard! If you keep messing around, I'll beat you to death!"

... You know how Shu Mingcheng's habit of hitting people with things came about.