cry that scum

Chapter 108

Lan Jing was stunned.

He wholeheartedly wants to bring Cong Lang back, and he clearly knows the relationship between Shu Mingcheng and Cong Lang in his heart, but he can't help but always separate the two.

So much so that facing Cong Lang's question at this moment, he was almost speechless. After struggling for a long time, he frowned and said, "You are you, Shu Mingcheng is Shu Mingcheng."

"But Shu Mingcheng is my father, if you kill him or he kills you in the future, what should I do?" Cong Lang asked in a flat tone.

Lan Jing opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, he wanted to get back together with Cong Lang, but he couldn't let go of his hatred, and couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

But Lan Jing himself may not have realized that when he had a chance to kill Shu Mingcheng in the hospital, he gave up stabbing him a second time.

Subconsciously, he may also know that Shu Mingcheng is not so unpardonable.

It's just that it's not easy for a person to let go of the hatred that has been ingrained for many years. The souls of the Lan family are still watching him in the sky.

Cong Lang waited for the expected silence, hooked his lips, and planned to leave, but when he turned around, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Does it mean that if I don't kill Shu Mingcheng, you will come back to me?" Lan Jing asked in a low voice.

After a moment of surprise, Cong Lang shook his head, turned his back to Lan Jing and sighed, and finally said the most hurtful words, "Why don't you understand? I just simply don't want to be with you anymore. "

As soon as the words fell, Cong Lang felt his wrist was suddenly clenched, and then he heard the person behind him say, "I don't agree, the breakup was unilaterally proposed by you, and I won't break up."

The next second he was pulled into the nearest compartment.

Cong Lang turned his head and saw Lan Jing's face magnified in front of his blurred vision, followed by a fiery kiss.

Lan Jing leaned against Cong Lang from behind, almost biting and kissing along his neck, and stretched out his hand to Cong Lang's chest, and forcefully tore open the button of his shirt.

"I won't break up, let alone allow you to be with that Yin Hang!"

As long as he thinks that this person is dressed so formally with that little boy on a date on Valentine's Day, he will be jealous and want to kill.

Lan Jing slammed hard, and the high-end suit on Cong Lang's body quickly became messy, and several buttons of his shirt fell off.

When he brute force to untie Cong Lang's belt, the other party sighed, grabbed him who was crazy with his backhand, and then turned around, imprisoning him in the corner of the compartment, and said in an almost gentle voice, "Stop making trouble , it will be ugly if it continues, huh?"

This is too much to say.

All of Lan Jing's struggles felt as if the pause button had been pressed for a moment. He pressed his forehead against the wall, his chest heaved violently a few times, and finally calmed down. He gritted his teeth and nodded. Let's have a breakup before, in such a place, it can be regarded as a beginning and an end."

Cong Lang let go of him, and took a step back, Lan Jing tilted his head and squinted at the person who was arranging his clothes.

When the other party opened the compartment door to leave, Lan Jing suddenly said, "Didn't you say you would accompany me?"

Didn't you say everything is with you?

Didn't you say you'll always be here?

Cong Lang paused.

"Brother Cong," Lan Jing twitched his lips. He didn't know if there was a cry in his voice, so he said softly, "As long as you go out through this door today, I will never look back."

I also want face, no matter how shameless I am, it's too fucking cheap.

What responded to Lan Jing was still the soft sound of closing the door after a long time, Lan Jing closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, the tears faded away, leaving only a heart like ashes in his dark eyes the silence.

"Try it, the custard buns here are the best."

In the free dessert area of ​​the restaurant, a young man enthusiastically put exquisitely crafted, soft, sweet and delicious custard buns into the plate of the golden knife, and then said with big eyes, "Are you friends with Brother Lan? The manager said You two came together."

Jin Knife looked at the boy in front of him with a funny face, he knew that this was Yan Kun, the hot guy in the entertainment industry right now.

When watching it on TV, Jin Dao felt that the child's eyes were very big, but when he saw them in reality, they were even bigger and shimmering, full of innocence that had never been beaten by society.

Unexpectedly, Lan Jing knew such a person.

"I'm friends with him, why?" Jin Dao smiled.

"I'm also Brother Lan's friend!" Yan Kun rubbed his hands excitedly, and said with some pride, "I know him very well!"

Jin Dao raised his eyebrows and let out an oh.

"Then I'll wait for him with you." Yan Kun said happily. He just came here for a meal by chance today, but the manager said that Lan Jing was also there.

Yan Kun, who took time out of his busy schedule to squat and guard Lan Ye for three months, was so excited that he wanted to dance hip-hop when he heard the news.

"Why isn't Brother Lan coming?" Yan Kun stretched his neck and looked around.

When Jin Dao looked into his eyes, he knew that this must be Lan Jing's little fan or admirer, he thought to himself that you should not see him, maybe that person and Young Master Cong will come to you in disheveled clothes.

At that time, it is estimated that the child's heart will be broken into eight petals.

In the end, the only one who came back in disheveled clothes was Young Master Cong, and Lan Jing was missing.

Lan Jing didn't go back to the restaurant, he drove home directly, then turned off his phone and lay down on the bed.

The curtains have not been opened for the past few days, and the room is full of darkness, only a ray of cold moonlight leaking in through the gap.

Lan Jing stared at the line of innocence for a long time, and closed his eyes at some point.

There was the sound of slow breathing when falling asleep in the house, but not long after, the shallow breathing suddenly became heavy again, and occasionally there was a low sound like sobbing, and occasionally it was struggling in a nightmare Inaudible murmurs...

"Lan Jing, Lan Jing?" Lin slightly patted Lan Jing's face, frowned and called him softly, then raised his head and looked anxiously at the other two people present.

For Lan Zhuo's emergency contacts, one Lan Jing filled in himself, and the other he filled in Lin Xiao's name and phone number.

Lan Zhuo died of illness yesterday, and the hospital notified Lin Shao, but Xiao Bao accidentally muted Lin Shao's cell phone, and he didn't receive the call until evening.

Hearing the news, Lin Xiao contacted Lan Jing immediately, but Lan Jing's phone was turned off. He felt that the other party was in a bad mood, and what he needed most was to be alone.

So Lin waited for a day, and called again at noon the next day, but the phone was still turned off. Lin was a little worried, so he came to look for him with Shang Shaodong.

As a result, after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no one answering at all. Lin Xiao didn't know the password of Lan Jing's house, so he had to ask Cong Lang anxiously for help.

Cong Lang rushed over, entered his fingerprints to open the door, and the three of them rushed in together, only to find that Lan Jing was asleep in the bedroom.

Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but then realized that it was too early - Lan Jing couldn't wake up after a long time.

"What should I do?" Lin asked anxiously.

Cong Lang, who was silent beside him, looked at Shang Shaodong, "Call Shen Bai."