cry that scum

Chapter 121

It took a while before Cong Lang pressed his eyes, suppressed the surging tears in his heart, and asked Shen Bai to call Lan Jing.

The other party seemed to be holding the phone in his hand, and the call was connected quickly.

"You're awake." Lan Jing's voice came from the receiver, he seemed to be running, he could hear the wind and his heavy breathing.

Cong Lang frowned, and asked directly, "Lan Xiaojing, what happened?"

"...It's okay." Lan Jing said.

"Don't lie to me, my dad must have received the news when you arrived in G City, did you meet someone blocking you?" Cong Lang said in a deep voice.

Lan Jing is the safest by his side. No matter how much Shu Mingcheng wants to kill Lan Jing, he will not tear himself apart with his son face to face. But now that Lan Jing is gone, with his father's temper, he will definitely not let this opportunity go.

"Hmm..." Lan Jing took a breath, leaned against a sycamore tree and looked back, then tried to calm his tone and said, "It happened."

Cong Lang frowned suddenly, and stood up anxiously, "Aren't you hurt?"

Just as Lan Jing was about to speak, he was bumped into his injured arm by a child holding an ice cream, and he couldn't help hissing in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the child is too naughty," the child's mother hurriedly apologized to Lan Jing after catching up, and then gasped when she saw Lan Jing's hand, "Sir, you are bleeding!"

The child's mother suddenly turned pale with fright, wondering if her child had knocked him into this, and hurriedly took a tissue from her bag.

Lan Jing blocked her hand, said it's okay, and left there quickly, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone chasing after him.

Cong Lang waited with bated breath, only the sound of running could be heard through the receiver, after nearly ten seconds, Lan Jing spoke again, "Hello."

"Where is the injury?" Cong Lang asked.

Knowing that Cong Lang must have heard what the woman said, Lan Jing confessed honestly, "Arm."

Cong Lang's face was ugly, but he was very calm. After thinking for a while, he asked Lan Jing, "Where are you now?"

Lan Jing looked up at the roadside sign and reported to Cong Lang, "Tongwan Road."

Cong Lang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, and the heart he was carrying fell back into his stomach.

"Lan Xiaojing, keep walking along Tongwan Road, don't stop, the Cong family's main house is right in front, Lao Shu dare not chase you."

Lan Jing looked back, and sure enough, he saw those who were chasing him turn around and make a phone call.

This is really a coincidence, after he got out of the G city airport, he met someone who came to block him. Fortunately, Lan Jing reacted alertly and escaped quickly, and then staged a chasing scene with the other party in this bustling city It's a life and death contest.

As a result, he ran and ran to the vicinity of Cong Lang's house.

Lan Jing looked down at his embarrassed appearance and his blood-smeared arms, and asked a little uncertainly, "You mean you want me to go find my grandparents?"

Cong Lang hummed, "You will be safe if you see him."

"But... I'm very dirty. I haven't bought a gift for the old man yet, so it's not good." Lan Jing hesitated.

Cong Lang raised his forehead, what time is it, Lan Xiaojing of his family still remembers this, but he feels a little distressed, so he comforted him in a low voice, "Be obedient, go there first, and buy gifts later, don't worry me."

When Lan Jing heard about it, he walked forward awkwardly, and when he finally saw the big hollow iron gate of Cong's house and the sentry post outside, he couldn't help being scared again.

"I... I'm a little nervous." He said dryly.

"You go in first," Cong Lang coaxed him with a chuckle, "I'll accompany you right away."

"No, no, you can stay in the hospital well. I'm going to have surgery in a few days. I can do it myself," Lan Jing said, rubbing the pebbles on the ground with his toes. He paused for a while, but his voice was still a little nervous. "You said, grandparents, will they forgive me?"

Cong Lang was silent for a few seconds before affirming, "Yes, don't be afraid."

Lan Jingting nodded, thinking that Cong Lang couldn't see him, so he responded softly.

"Come on, and Lan Xiaojing, thank you, I love you." Cong Lang said softly.

Lan Jing immediately cleared his throat in embarrassment.

After hanging up the phone, Lan Jingshen took a deep breath and stretched his neck to look at the gate of Cong's house.

He was still a little timid, silently building himself up.

The person on guard probably sensed that he was suspicious and walked over from a distance.

Lan Jing's breathing became a little tight all of a sudden.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" the man asked, his eyes swept over Lan Jing's injured arm.

"I want to visit..." Lan Jing's voice paused, he didn't know what to call Cong Lang's grandparents, he was hesitating, when he remembered the sound of an engine.

A moment later, a black Land Rover stopped beside Lan Jing, and Shu Mingcheng slammed the door and walked out, squinting at Lan Jing with an unfriendly expression, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

When Lan Jing saw him, his expression became ugly, but when he came, he might have imagined that he would meet Shu Mingcheng, so his reaction was quite restrained, and he only looked at him coldly.

The atmosphere was stagnant, the door opened, and the old lady pushed her wife out.

Seeing the situation outside, the old couple were startled.

"Mingcheng..." Grandma looked at Shu Mingcheng, and then turned to look at the young man who was fighting against him.

Lan Jing was originally standing sideways, but now he turned around, his lips moved, wondering whether the two old people in front of him would still let him call him grandpa and grandma, or whether they dared to gnaw.

Grandma recognized Lan Jing, her eyes suddenly became complicated, but after a few seconds of concentration, she said softly, "Xiao Jing is here."

Only then did Lan Jing dare to speak, and called out, "Grandma." Then he lowered his head, looked at the old man in the wheelchair, and called out almost inaudibly like a child who has done something wrong, "Grandpa."

The expression on the old man's face was still tense, and he nodded to Lan Jingjing.

Then he looked at Shu Mingcheng, his eyes suddenly sharpened, "What else are you doing here!?"

Shu Mingcheng was obviously afraid of the old man, so he said, "...Dad."

"Get out! Don't call me, we have already severed ties, I don't have such a bastard son like you!" the old man said sternly.

Shu Mingcheng didn't dare to provoke him, so he hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, I won't bark anymore."

But rolling is not going to roll, who knows what this kid is here for, he has to keep an eye on it, Shu Mingcheng said silently in his heart.

But the old man seemed to be even more angry, and the two walnuts on the plate in his hand threw towards Shu Mingcheng one after another.

Shu Mingcheng touched his forehead, which was sore from the impact, but didn't dare to say anything.

"Yeah, is Xiaojing injured?"

Grandma's startled voice successfully turned the old man's attention back. The old man saw Lan Jing's blood-soaked sleeves and two thick gray eyebrows pressed down. He said to the guard beside him in a deep voice, "Go and call the doctor."

Then he asked Lan Jing again, "Who made it?"

Lan Jing glanced at Shu Mingcheng, and Shu Mingcheng happened to look over. The two eyes briefly intersected. Lan Jing lied, "I met a pickpocket outside the airport. I didn't defend myself, so I was slashed."