cry that scum

Chapter 116 Give You Everything

Lan Jing had a dream. In the dream, he was a very small kid, about three or four years old, being led by a child who was about his age.

They were running along the embankment, and they didn't know what was chasing after them, and they didn't stop.

Gradually, the figure of the child who was pulling him in front grew rapidly, and turned into the appearance of Cong Lang, but he was still a small one.

The man turned his head and asked him with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, "Are you unable to run anymore?"

"Yes... Yes..." Xiao Lanjing tightly grasped the little finger of the man with her small hand, and said anxiously as if she was afraid of being left behind, "Wait for me, I can run very fast."

But the man let go of his hand, smiled at him, and his figure disappeared into the white light in front of him.

"do not……"

Lan Jing snorted in pain, stretched out his hand to grab it, and Cong Lang, who was about to go outside to answer the phone, turned off the phone, then turned back and pinched his fingertips.

"Lan Xiaojing?" He called softly.

Lan Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes.

It was sunny outside, and there were tiny particles floating in the beams of light coming in through the window screen.

Cong Lang's body blocked the sunlight and cast a shadow in front of his eyes. Lan Jing had nothing to say, and looked up at him in a daze, with blank eyes.

Cong Lang reached out and touched Lan Jing's face, and looked at him with a smile, "Are you sleepy?"

Finally, after being in a daze for more than ten seconds, Lan Jing recognized that this was his home. He looked at Cong Lang who was fully dressed beside the bed, and hurriedly grabbed his hand and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Cong Lang froze for a moment, then said, "Don't go."

Lan Jing seemed to heave a sigh of relief, resting his forehead on Cong Lang's palm and said sullenly, "I was just dreaming, and you left me alone."

He had just woken up, his voice was hoarse and his tone was very slow, it sounded like he was acting like a baby, and he also seemed to be complaining about his grievances.

"Don't go," Cong Lang felt sweaty in his hands, took out a tissue and wiped Lan Jing's forehead, and asked softly, "Does the wound hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Lan Jing said, blinking his eyes, and then said after a while, "You can sleep with me for a while, I'm still sleepy."

Cong Lang took off his clothes and went to bed according to his words.

Lan Jing's back was hurt, and water was still hanging on his hands. Cong Lang couldn't see clearly, so he didn't dare to touch him casually, so he lay down on the pillow on the other side from a distance, with his fingertips in his palms.

Lan Jing rubbed himself forward, until he got into Cong Lang's arms, buried his face in his neck, and then closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Cong Lang hugged him carefully, smiled lowly, kissed Lan Jing's forehead with his lips and coaxed softly, "Go to sleep."

After another four or ten minutes of sleep, the alarm clock of the mobile phone rang. Cong Lang reached out to turn it off, kissed Lan Jing's nose again, and then gently let him go, trying to sit up from the bed.

"What to do?"

Like a child who lost something he loved and was afraid of losing it again, Lan Jing mumbled and hugged him tightly.

Cong Lang felt a sharp pain in his heart, and lay down again, comforting him in a low voice, "The drip is almost over, I'll call someone to pull out your needle."

Lan Jing finally opened his eyes, looked at the shelf with the medicine bottles for a long time, and said a little unhappy, "It's almost over."

Cong Lang chuckled, patted his head, and asked indulgently, "Then can I get up now?"

"No, I can pull it out myself," Lan Jing said, reaching out to tear off the tape on the back of his hand, but the bedroom door was knocked lightly, and then pushed open.

A gentleman-looking man wearing glasses smiled at Lan Jing, and then walked in, "Hi, I'm Dr. Shen's assistant, Qiao Wenlin. The medicine should be almost finished, so I'll come and have a look."

Lan Jing was still in Cong Lang's arms, clinging to Cong Lang's body like glue like a koala. When he saw someone coming, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and wanted to sit up.

Cong Lang thought of teasing him, closed his eyes and smiled sullenly, holding on to the man and not letting go.

"...Hi." Lan Jing struggled a bit, blushing.

The assistant Shen Bai beside the bed smiled and said, "You don't have to get up, just give me your hand."

Lan Jing, "..."

Lan Jing pressed his face against Cong Lang's neck, and stretched out his hand blushing.

After pulling out the indwelling needle, Qiao Wenlin put the medicine bottle and the needle tube into the tray, and said, "I will come over for you to change the medicine at six o'clock in the evening."

"Thank you." Lan Jing said.

Qiao Wenlin turned to Cong Lang and said, "Young Master Cong, I'll go back first."

Cong Lang obviously knew Shen Bai's assistant very well, got up and chatted with him about Lan Jing's injury, and then got out of bed to see Qiao Wenlin off, but Qiao Wenlin stopped him and did not let him see him off.

As soon as the person left, the room became quiet, and the air was filled with a faint smell of medicine.

Lan Jing poked Cong Lang's thigh.

Cong Lang leaned down, Lan Jing raised his head slightly, and bit Cong Lang's chest in retaliation.

But then biting turned into licking, and Cong Lang's breathing became disordered, and he pulled Lan Jing's head back slightly, warning him, "Don't rub the fire."

Lan Jing raised his eyelids to look at him, licking from his chest all the way to his belly button, Cong Lang's lower abdomen tightened suddenly.

"Lan Xiaojing..."

With a hoarse cry, he pulled Lan Jing up and kissed his lips.

"Be good, don't make trouble, I'll wait for you to recover." He said vaguely against Lan Jing's lips.

Lan Jing paused, then raised his head to look at him.

The distance was too close, and Cong Lang couldn't really see Lan Jing's face, but he knew in his heart why the other party was so impatient.

"I won't leave, you don't need to test me like this," Cong Lang said while kissing Lan Jing, "Your back hurts badly, I can't bear to touch you, be obedient, don't flirt, huh?"

Lan Jing's limbs were a little weak from being kissed, he panted slightly and pressed Cong Lang's forehead to his forehead, "You won't lie to me, will you?"

"Don't lie." Cong Lang said.

"Then will you still make me a cake?"

"Yes." Cong Lang said.

"Then will you stay by my side from now on?"

"Ah."

"Then can you break up with that Yin Hang?"

"I'm not with him."

"Then... can we still be the same as before?"

Cong Lang was silent for a few seconds without speaking.

Big teardrops dripped from Lan Jing's eyes, he sniffed, feeling extremely ashamed, but he couldn't control it at all, as if all the grievances burst out at this moment.

"I... I was outside and almost died."

Cong Lang patted his head and said I know.

"But I want to come to you, and I still want to be with you."

Cong Lang hugged him tightly and said that I knew it too.

"Actually, I regretted it the next day after you were injured. I secretly went to the hospital to see you..."

Cong Lang didn't know this, and no one told him.

"You came to the hospital to see me?"

"Well," Lan Jing wiped his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I regret it, and I really want to see you, thinking that if you can't be saved, I will go to accompany you."

"But at that time, you probably hated me to death, and you definitely didn't want to see me," Lan Jing said after a pause, "I was a little ashamed to death."

Cong Lang's heart was full of pain, and his slightly cool lips kissed the tears on Lan Jing's face little by little, and said softly, "Lan Xiaojing, we will be the same as before. I'll give you everything, don't cry, okay?"