cry that scum

Chapter 117 The more obedient you are, the more I can't help it

Lan Jing cried for a long time, he had never cried like this before, like a child, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered for so many days.

But his crying was silent, and when he didn't speak, he just kept crying with his eyes open.

The more Cong Lang coaxed him, the more he couldn't hold back his tears, and a large piece of Cong Lang's cotton T-shirt was wet from crying.

At the end, he was tired from crying, sniffling and lying on the pillow, clutching the corner of Cong Lang's clothes in his palm, after a while, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon, the other side of the bed was empty, and the smell of food wafted in the room.

Lan Jing's stomach groaned eagerly before his master was fully awake.

"Well……"

Lan Jing got up from the bed, raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see Cong Lang. He was a little flustered, and hurriedly lifted the quilt to get out of bed, but he almost knelt down from the bed because of the pain from the wound on his back.

Some hands caught him in time, held him under his armpit and helped him to the bedside.

"Lan Xiaojing, why are you so stupid," Cong Lang's joking voice came from above his head, and then asked him with a smile, "Where are you going?"

When Lan Jing saw him, his heart calmed down, and he started to feel a little embarrassed again, and lied wildly, "I want to go to the bathroom."

Cong Lang nodded, turned around and squatted down in front of Lan Jing, and said, "Come up, carry you on your back."

Normally, Lan Jing would have jumped on Cong Lang as a matter of course, but now that Cong Lang's eyesight is inconvenient, he quickly refused, "No need, I can do it myself."

"Walking will hurt the wound on my back." Cong Lang didn't move, just tilted his head slightly, "You can be my eyes, just show me the way."

These words inexplicably hit the softest point in Lan Jing's heart. He leaned on Cong Lang's back sweetly and sourly, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."

Cong Lang paused slightly, and continued to move forward, "No need to apologize, if you hadn't called the ambulance at that time, I would not have the opportunity to stand here today."

Lan Jing wanted to cry again, and pressed his eyes hard on Cong Lang's shoulder.

Cong Lang put him on the toilet, then turned and went out, leaning against the door and waiting for him.

By the way, Lan Jing washed his face and brushed his teeth, then looked at his slightly pale face in the mirror, showing his first really happy smile in the past few months.

"It looks so silly." A few seconds later, Lan Jing reached for the mirror and poked his own face in the mirror.

"It's pretty silly," Cong Lang opened the bathroom door at some point, staring at Lan Jing's big smile in the mirror, and chuckled softly, "But it's cute."

"Can you see it?" Lan Jing turned his head in surprise.

"I can almost see you smiling, but it becomes blurry after a long time," Cong Lang said honestly, "but it's much better than before."

Lan Jing gently touched his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Shen Bai said, there is a blood clot in your brain, when can you have an operation?"

"We have to wait." Cong Lang said, "Shen Bai will formulate the operation plan and when to proceed according to the condition of my medication."

Lan Jing nodded, and when Cong Lang picked him up again, Lan Jing whispered, "I'm a little scared."

"Afraid of what?" Cong Lang turned his head to ask him.

Lan Jing didn't say anything.

He was afraid that the operation would not be successful, and that he would lose Cong Lang again.

Whenever he remembered the scene where Cong Lang let go of his hand and fell off the cliff, Lan Jing would have deep pain and regret in his eyes. Although Cong Lang couldn't see it, he could always accurately capture his emotional changes.

So he comforted him and said, "There is basically no risk in the operation, Shen Bai has never missed it, we have to trust him."

Asking the patient to comfort him in turn, Lan Jing felt that he was very worthless, so he forced a smile and replied, "Yes."

Then he remembered something, changed the subject and said, "By the way, how is Mu Zixing?"

"Still in the intensive care unit," Cong Lang said after a pause, "It's hard to say if I can survive it."

Lan Jing fell silent, and asked again after a while, "Did Lei Shao go to see him?"

"He's in the hospital now." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that he's here."

Seeing Cong Lang looking at him, Lan Jing explained, "Mu Zixing likes Lei Shao, as long as he is here, even if there is any hope, he will not be willing to die."

Just like him, even if he has the will to die in his heart, he doesn't want to die when he hears Cong Lang's voice.

Cong Lang put him on the bed, leaned over and kissed his lips.

Lan Jing hooked his neck to respond to him, and only when the two of them began to breathe heavily, did they part reluctantly.

It's not suitable for Lan Jing to get out of bed now, and Cong Lang's eyesight is inconvenient, so Shang Shaodong sent his housekeeper Fu Bo to take care of their daily life.

Fu Bo cooked light and delicious rice porridge and put it on the bedside.

What woke Lan Jing up was the smell of the porridge, but his eyes were staring brightly at the stack of cakes next to the porridge plate.

"Did you make a brioche?" he asked excitedly, reaching for it from the bedside table.

Cong Lang fondled his forehead, "I asked Faber to help, the shape may not be very good."

"Delicious!" Lan Jing took a big bite.

While eating, Lan Jing chatted with Cong Lang about Mu Zixing, saying that he didn't know who was going to kill him.

Cong Lang told Lan Jing what he had found.

The other party's target was probably Lei Shao. They kidnapped Mu Zixing just to force Lei Shao to rescue him, but Lei Shao didn't come, but Lan Jing fell into the trap set up by others.

Moreover, after the fire broke out in the dormitory building of the steel factory workers, those people ambushed killers around the periphery. Even if the people inside escaped from the sea of ​​flames, they could not escape the gunpoints outside.

But at that time, it was estimated that they had received the news that Cong Lang had brought a large number of people to rush over, and those people did not act rashly any more, and quietly withdrew.

"Lei Shao has offended many people on the road, and Mu Zixing is his right-hand man. If those people want to kill Lei Shao, they will definitely get rid of him." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing frowned, he remembered that Lei Shao didn't show up until Cong Lang picked him up from the fire scene.

How should Mu Zixing feel at that time?He was a little unsure if Mu Zixing would wake up.

Lan Jing suddenly felt that he was very lucky to meet someone like Cong Lang.

"Thank you, Brother Cong." Lan Jing turned around and kissed Cong Lang.

Thank you for coming to my rescue.

Thank you for bringing me back to the world again.

Thank you for being willing to give me another home.

Cong Lang tasted the soft and sweet strawberry flavor on Lan Jing's lips, he sucked Lan Jing's lower lip in his mouth, pinched the back of his neck, his voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was full of desire and half teasing.

"Lan Xiaojing, do you know that the more obedient you are, the more I can't help it. If you call me that again, I want you now. Do you know how hard I endured it?"

Hearing this, Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, exhaled deliberately and whispered two words in Cong Lang's ear.

Cong Lang's hand pinching the back of Lan Jing's neck suddenly became heavier, but he was not willing to get hurt. After a long while, he sighed helplessly and said, "I'm going to lie down in the bathroom."

But Lan Jing grabbed him, then put down the cake plate in his hand, bent down to the edge of the bed, raised his head slightly, bit the zipper of Cong Lang's trousers with his teeth, and said with bright eyes, "As a thank you, I can Give Brother Cong a mouthful of service."