cry that scum

Chapter 119

Cong Lang was probably furious this time, no one showed up all this time, it was Uncle Fu who came in to help Lan Jing when he moved house and packed his things.

It wasn't until Lan Jing went downstairs and got into the car that he saw him. Cong Lang sat in the front seat and looked in the rearview mirror. Lan Jing wanted to say hello to him, but before he could speak, Cong Lang looked away.

His expression was indifferent, and the relaxation in his whole body was also subdued, and the evil spirit and expression in Taohua's eyes were subdued. When he was not smiling, the others were silent.

The air in the car seemed to have been pumped out of the window by an air pump, Lan Jing's throat slipped slowly, feeling a little flustered.

I don't know if others have made Cong Lang angry like this?

Lan Jing felt a little uncomfortable, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

The place we moved to was Dongxiaobieye. Lan Jing had been here before, and he saw Yin Hang and Cong Lang standing beside him outside the door, but he didn't go in.

This time, all the scenes that were previously hidden in the snowy night were revealed.

Lan Jing got out of the car and followed Cong Lang silently.

There were people standing guard around the villa, and as far as Lan Jing could see, he counted to ten.

Xiaobieye is about four stories high, with a garden at the back, the living room on the first floor, and the bedroom on the second floor.

When going up the stairs, Cong Lang finally turned around and took Lan Jing's hand, but that was all. When he entered the master bedroom, he took off his coat and sat down to drink water.

Someone delivered their suitcases and asked where to put them.

"Put it here first," Lan Jing arrived before Cong Lang could speak, and the man put down the box as he said, and backed out.

Lan Jing touched his nose, walked over and knelt down beside Cong Lang, then looked up at him.

"See what I do?" Cong Lang lowered his eyes.

"I was wrong, Brother Cong, I was really wrong this time." Lan Jing said sincerely, and rubbed his cheek against the other's palm in a fawning manner.

Cong Lang snorted, pinched his chin and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Lan Jing explained hesitantly, "I didn't mean to offset each other's grievances, grandpa... In that case, I just want to

Make yourself feel better. "

The more Lan Jing spoke, the lower his voice, because the sneer at the corner of Cong Lang's mouth became more and more obvious.

To be honest, Cong Lang had never been angry with him like this before, and in this life, Lan Xiaojing was still quite shy and scared.

In the end, he simply closed his eyes, and said bravely, "Anyway, I did something wrong, how can you be happy? If you want to beat me and scold me, it's up to you!"

"As long as you... don't be angry."

Cong Lang's heart had softened long ago when Lan Xiaojing played so lowly with others, but when he thought about his always extreme way of doing things, Cong Lang still hardened his heart, and he had to give this bastard a little memory.

"Follow me," Cong Lang nodded, and stretched his hand through the back of Lan Jing's neck, "The wounds on your back are all scabbed, the pain can make you feel better? Okay, then take off your clothes, go to the bed and lie down before you come back." Tell me you were wrong."

After finishing speaking, young master Cong left Lan Jing and went to call all the people in charge of security protection together for a meeting.

After the people left, Lan Jing stood up humming, gnawed at his fingers while scolding Master Cong for not being a thing, even the patients, and at the same time went to the bathroom with some joy to avoid the wound and took a quick shower.

Immediately, he came out wrapped in a bathrobe, unzipped the suitcase, took out the lubricant and the cover hidden underneath, and stuffed them all under the pillow on the big bed.

Young Master Cong went out for 10 minutes and didn't come back. Lan Jing strolled around the door, turned back and put all the clothes in the cloakroom.

While tidying up Cong Lang's belt, Lan Jing saw a pink paper box on the side cabinet that didn't match the style here.

He opened it curiously, and when he saw the contents inside, his face suddenly became extremely ugly——the box contained a whole set of sex toys in cat costumes.

When Lan Jing thought of Yin Hang who lived here, his face was very gloomy. He just wanted to take out the box and destroy it all, but soon found that this pile of things was brand new, even the packaging inside hadn't been opened.

Lan Jing's thoughts moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered that when he was with Cong Langni, the other party said several times that the young master Lan Jinglan was like a cat, and that he had to be rich.

"That bastard thing prepared this for me, right?" Lan Jing murmured to himself, picking at the things inside.

Tsk tsk, Lan Jing picked up the leather collar and shook it, Master Cong has a lot of taste.

Lan Jing finished looking through everything, closed the box, and walked out of the cloakroom.

But in the middle of the trip, he turned back again by some strange circumstances, and then searched through the inside to find two things, and then slipped into the bathroom like a thief.

Cong Lang finished the meeting, arranged the task of changing the guard, checked the alarm system at home again, and then returned to the bedroom.

All the overhead lights in the bedroom were turned off, and all the blackout curtains were pulled up, only a few dim yellow ambient lights were on.

Cong Lang was stunned for a moment. Although there was not enough light in the room, he did not press the headlight switch. Instead, he glanced around the room first, and then set his sights on the slightly undulating bed.

"Lan Jing?" Cong Lang walked over to uncover the quilt, his Lan Xiaojing was curled up in the middle of the bed naked.

The brightness in the room is really not enough. If Cong Lang's eyes are intact, he will find that Lan Jing is wearing cat ears and a tail. Under the hazy yellow light, his whole body's skin looks like a piece of the finest suet jade.

But this didn't prevent Young Master Cong from discovering these secrets very quickly.

Lan Jing took the initiative to get up, knelt and walked over, hooked Cong Lang's neck and kissed him.

Cong Lang's hand moved up from the back of his neck to the two furry ears on the top of his head.

"Lan Xiaojing," he asked after a pause in the kiss, "what are you wearing?"

But he himself guessed it quickly, without Lan Jing answering, his hand was already touching behind him.

When he touched the soft tail that swayed back and forth, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and he reached for the headlight switch.

"Don't!" Lan Jing hurriedly stopped him, blushing, "I wear it because you can't see clearly."

Cong Lang didn't follow him, and gently tugged the hand touching his tail, and Lan Jing immediately snorted.

"I want to see, Lan Xiaojing, it's just for me to see."

Lan Jing covered his face in embarrassment, but his whole body was covered with pink. Under the strong light, Cong Lang finally saw clearly. He touched the cat ears on top of Lan Jing's head with obvious emotion in his voice.

"Why aren't you wearing a collar and gag?"

"Get out!" Lan Jing yelled at him with a red face, his ears were almost bleeding.

Cong Lang smiled and kissed Lan Jing's nose and eyebrows, then took off his clothes and went to bed, and took his blue kitten into his arms.

When the affair was over, the enthusiasm on Lan Jing's face still persisted, and he turned to Cong Lang full of embarrassment and hesitation, "You...are you not angry?"

He tried so hard to please, Cong Lang even forgot about Lan Jing's long memory.

He smoothed his sweaty hair, pasted it from behind, and gave the cat's tail back to Lan Jing, rolling his hands while laughing, "Next time Dai Quan, teach Brother Cong how to meow a few times."

After Lan Jing heard this, he agreed with a sneer, and kicked Young Master Cong off the bed in a blink of an eye.