cry that scum

Chapter 112 Deliberate Humiliation

Lan Jing returned to the drunken dream.

The position on the far right of the Blue Night bar finally ushered in its former owner.

He began to lie on the bar counter lazily watching the guests coming and going in the hall.

Cong Lang never appeared in front of his eyes again.

It seems that the time from acquaintance to acquaintance to love is a dream that ends without a problem.

Now that I woke up from the dream, everything was beaten back to its original shape.

However, there was a bone-deep wound on his heart, and blood would always flow violently in the middle of the night.

Sometimes Lan Jing really doesn't know what to do.

How can a wandering soul who has enjoyed the light and warmth of the world still endure the darkness and emptiness of hell.

In fact, Lan Jing really wanted to get rid of all the memories related to Cong Lang from his mind. The life was so difficult that sometimes he really had the kind of decadent thoughts that he couldn't hold on to.

With the beginning of spring, the residual winter chill in the air of City C finally disappeared, the sky became sunny and warmer, and the number of customers in the bar every night began to increase significantly.

Lan Jing put down the fruit plate for table number two, and stretched lazily. Two waiters asked for leave tonight, and the manpower was a little tight, so he took the post and found something for himself.

"Brother Lang, this is the place." Yin Hang pointed to the glass door with a distinctive decoration in front of him.

Cong Lang looked at the word 'Blue Night' flashing in his blurred vision, looked back at Yin Hang, and asked calmly, "Do you dare to come to this kind of place?"

"No! I've never come here!" Yin Hang waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly explained as if he was afraid of Cong Lang's misunderstanding, "My friends made an appointment here, and I never drink outside!"

Cong Lang grunted and hooked his lips.

Yin Hang dodged his eyes with some guilt, and admitted his mistake in a low voice, "Brother Lang, I won't come next time."

Cong Lang didn't say a word, looked up at the sign above his head slightly, and said after a while, "Go in, isn't your friend waiting?"

Yin Hang hurried up to support him.

"Boss, I want two glasses of lemonade at table ten, why don't you make a trip."

"No," Lan Jing waved his arm restlessly on the pillow, and scolded little A with his eyes closed, "I'm not busy now, you can go and see it off yourself, don't be lazy."

With that said, he changed his arm and continued to sleep on his pillow.

The little A next to him called him repeatedly, "Boss, Boss, Boss!"

"Dead!" Lan Jing raised his head irritably.

"Look, look, who's here!" Xiao A pouted forward, and Lan Jing followed his line of sight, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ms. Cong brought a new face. I don't think I've seen it before, but this face is really good." Xiao A muttered while evaluating, while comparing the other party with himself.

Except for the gaudy face, he felt that his butt and waist were not inferior to the other party at all.

"Go get water." Suddenly someone slapped his head, and Lan Jing changed from standing upright to lying down again at some point, as if he wasn't interested in the gossip Xiao A just said.

Little A pouted aggrievedly, twisted her slender waist and left with the tray in her hand.

Lan Jing closed his eyes and couldn't fall asleep at the moment. He didn't know what Cong Lang brought the people here for, but the moment his eyes crossed, he saw the demonstration in Yin Hang's eyes.

"Brother Lang, why are there all men here? And they...they..." Yin Hang cast his eyes randomly, and asked with a slightly nervous voice.

"It's gay here." Cong Lang said calmly.

"Ah!?" Yin Hang's eyes widened suddenly as if he just knew.

"Hang, here!" Someone waved at them.

Yin Hang immediately took Cong Lang over, and when he arrived, he complained, "How did you find such a place?"

The two people who stood up from their seats couldn't help being stunned. They all looked at Yin Hang, and when they saw the other party winking at them, they immediately understood.

One of them patted his forehead and said, "Hey, didn't you hear that Young Master Cong doesn't like women, that's why he found such a place, Young Master Cong won't be angry, right?"

Cong Lang smiled and shook his head.

"Brother Lang, these two are my friends, we lived in a dormitory when we were trainees."

Yin Hang took advantage of the opportunity and introduced the names of the two young people to Cong Lang respectively.

"Hello." Cong Lang smiled decently.

Perhaps Yin Hang had already told them about Cong Lang's identity and background, and the two followed Yin Hang obsequiously, calling Cong Lang Brother Lang, and beckoned for a five-figure bottle of wine.

Lan Jing knew that Cong Lang had the ability to talk nonsense when he saw people, and he could talk and laugh with anyone he met with ease.

He seemed to be born for this fun.

Sure enough, from the corner of Lan Jing's eyes, Cong Lang had become the leader of those three people. He listened to their conversation with a smile on his face, and occasionally he said a word, which could arouse the enthusiasm in the eyes of those three people.

Lan Jing felt a little uncomfortable, turned his eyes away, but a waiter came over and said in a low voice, "Boss, someone called you at table 12."

Lan Jing's eyebrows twitched, he raised his head and asked, "Which one?"

"Wearing a silver striped jacket."

Lan Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, just as Yin Hang, who was wearing silver sequined stripes, turned his head and waved to him.

Lan Jing stared at him, and after a few seconds, walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"It's you?" As soon as he came to the front, Yin Hang stood up pretending to be surprised.

Lan Jing looked at him coldly.

"I just called the waiter, why are you here?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Yin Hang suddenly realized, "Could it be that you work in this kind of place?" He frowned as he spoke, "Father will definitely be sad when he finds out."

Lan Jing glanced back at Cong Lang who was frowning slightly, tilted his head, and asked casually, "Who is your father?"

"Yan Hong," Yin Hang paused for a while, as if he wanted to see Lan Jing's reaction, but Lan Jing didn't even bother to give him a look, and only sneered, "Why didn't I know that Yan Hong had a son like you?" .”

Yin Hang choked, "I was adopted by my father when I was young, and I only found out that you are my brother when I came home two days ago."

Lan Jing stood crookedly, noncommittal to his words, but was a little surprised in his heart, did not expect this person to be related to Yan Hong.

His shirt was unbuttoned three times, hanging loosely on his shoulders, exposing his delicate collarbone and large chest to the air.

The lights above his head were ambiguous, and his whole person gave off a lewd | promiscuous feeling.

Yin Hang felt a little more at ease seeing Lan Jing like this. His purpose of inviting Cong Lang here tonight was to let the other party know what kind of business this man was doing outside, and let him know what kind of guy Lan Jing was. .

After leaving the restaurant that day, Cong Lang asked him downstairs, "If it was a glass of boiling water, would you pour it too?"

There was no emotion in his voice when he spoke, but Yin Hang was too scared to say anything.

Later Cong Lang let him go and took a taxi back to his residence.

From that day on, he didn't dare to contact Cong Lang again. It wasn't until he got out of the film crew and got a lot of information about Lan Jing that he had the courage to ask him to meet.

"This is your elder brother who killed his mother, almost killed his father, and ran away from home?" Someone next to him suddenly said.