cry that scum

Chapter 105 Snow Night

"I really saw him today. At the owner of Shang Shao, who has a good relationship with Brother Lang, I was going to call the police, but Brother Lang refused..."

Yin Hang stood in the terrace garden outside, secretly watching the movement inside the house, and lowered his voice to the humanity on the other end of the phone, "Uncle Shu, why do I feel that Brother Lang is covering up that murderer, and their relationship seems to be very unusual .”

"I see, thank you for telling me the news." Shu Mingcheng sat on the futon and tasted the new tea just made by the butler, speaking in a calm voice.

Yin Hang waited and waited, but did not hear the following, and asked hesitantly with a hint of asking for credit and flattery, "Then can I do something for you?"

"No, that's Alang's boyfriend, he will solve it himself."

Boy friend? ? ?

Yin Hang's heart suddenly jumped, and there was a huge sense of crisis in his heart without warning. No wonder when Lan Jing looked at him, his eyes seemed to be murderous.

But with such a big hatred, it is impossible for those two to still be together! ?

No, he managed to get close to Cong Lang, holding such a status, money, personality and appearance, he can't just give it to others.

So after running through his mind for a few times, Yin Hang, the young man who wanted to fly up the branch and become a phoenix, said to Shu Mingcheng on the other end of the phone, "The murderer almost killed you, and made such a mistake. He should be ashamed to see Brother Lang and you, but I feel that he still wants to hang on to Brother Lang!"

Shu Mingcheng let out a meaningful oh.

"Really," Yin Hang quickly explained what he saw when he was eating at Shang Shaodong's house, and then thought he was clever, "Uncle, you don't want to forgive him, do you?"

"How is it possible?" Shu Mingcheng sneered, "Alang's injury was caused by him, I will forgive him?"

This sentence undoubtedly gave Yin Hang a reassurance. He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and the sense of crisis in his heart suddenly dissipated. That person not only stabbed Shu Mingcheng, but also blinded Cong Lang.

No one can forgive such a deep hatred. Fortunately, he was worried that Cong Lang might be snatched away just now.

The bathroom door clicked, and Cong Lang came out of it. Yin Hang's eyes lit up, and he immediately covered the microphone and whispered, "Uncle, Brother Lang came out after taking a shower. I'll take care of him."

"Thanks for your hard work." Shu Mingcheng smiled, hung up the phone immediately, and then rolled his eyes fiercely at the sky, idiot, what do you think of reporting my son in front of me?

Yin Hang was the witness who screamed and drew out the doctors and nurses outside the operating room when Lan Jing committed the murder. He was also the first to run up to lift Shu Mingcheng up from the ground after Lan Jing escaped. people.

For this kindness, Shu Mingcheng wanted to thank him well and asked him what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, the other party had a lot of appetite, so he just wanted to crawl on the bed of the big boss Shu. Fortunately, this old dog surnamed Shu has a bit of moral integrity. After what happened with Lan Jing, he stopped talking to children who are a generation inferior to him.

As a result, this Yin Hang turned around and set his target on Cong Lang. He was originally a little-known [-]th-line actor who used to be the background board for others, but in just a few months, he had already made Cong Lang Lang invested in two big IP web dramas and one popular variety show...

It doesn't matter if you want money or resources. These are trivial matters to both Shu Mingcheng and Cong Lang, but the other party's ambition is obviously more than that, and their appetite is not ordinary.

Shu Mingcheng recalled Yin Hang's background information, shook his head, and couldn't figure out how his half-blind cub could bear to keep him by his side.

"By the way, I have to call him," Shu Mingcheng muttered as he picked up his phone, "The boy from the Lan family is back, don't forget the promise I made with him, that bastard."

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The snow fell heavily, and the road was paved with a thick layer in just one meal. Shang Shaodong's car was not equipped with snow chains or snow tires, but Lan Jing drove it like a racing car.

Fortunately, the snow is heavy now, there are few cars, the road is unimpeded, and the black Mercedes is speeding on the main road.

Ten minutes later, the Lan family slammed the car door and stood in front of a detached villa.

There are many real estate properties under Cong Lang's name, Lan Jing has never been here, and Shang Shaodong sent him a message on the way to give him the location.

The Lan family collected themselves and took two steps forward, but when they raised their hands to ring the doorbell, they stopped suddenly.

The young man named Yin Hang stood on the balcony on the second floor and was looking at him in surprise, and then he lay on the side of the guardrail with his arms propped on his cheeks.

The numerous snowflakes blocked the line of sight, but Lan Jing also knew that the other party's expression must be full of provocation without looking carefully.

Lan Jing glanced past Yin Hang, and looked behind him. Cong Lang must have heard the sound of the car engine and came to the French window.

It's just that the man didn't intend to open the door for him.

Under Lan Jing's silent attention, Yin Hang turned his head slightly, pointing to Cong Lang and saying something to him, then ran in with a smile and closed the balcony door.

Then he saw that the lights in the villa went out, and Cong Lang's figure disappeared from his vision.

Lan Jing slowly put down his hand on the doorbell, pursed his lips and stood there.

When he went out, he was only wearing the thin shirt that Lin Xiaoxun gave him, snowflakes had already fallen all over his head and shoulders, but Lan Jing didn't feel cold at all.

My heart was completely frozen in this cold winter night.

After a while, before his hands and feet became numb and lost consciousness from the cold, Lan Jing turned back to the car and stepped on the accelerator to Aihua Hospital.

Shen Bai, who was born to work hard, was still working overtime as expected, Lan Jing knocked on the door and walked in.

"... Awesome," Shen Bai threw his coat to him, "It's more than ten degrees below zero outside, are you practicing?"

Lan Jing curled his lips, put on his clothes and sat down in the chair in front of the desk, and directly frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Cong Lang's eyes?"

Shen Bai glanced at Lan Jing, took a cup of hot water and put it in front of him, and asked inappropriately, "When did you come back?"

Lan Jing stared at him with his hands in his pockets.

"...All right," Shen Bai sighed, took out Cong Lang's various data checks and intracranial CT from the drawer and threw them to him, and then quickly explained it.

Excluding a lot of technical terms in his words, the general meaning is that there is congestion in Cong Lang's brain, which is oppressing his vision, and the risk of surgery is too high. He is currently taking conservative treatment with drugs.

After Lan Jing listened, his palms were sweating. He digested the content of Shen's vernacular, and said nervously, "So he can regain his sight, right?"

"In most cases, it is possible. After a period of conservative treatment with drugs, I will arrange surgery according to his condition. The sooner he can regain his sight, the better, otherwise it will affect his vision," Shen Bai said persuasively, "But these Things have their own risks and accidents, if you want me to guarantee 100%, I can't help it."

Lan Jingjing nodded, not knowing what it was like, he threw back the coat to Shen Bai, then stood up, thanked him, and left Shen Bai's office.

At the same time, East Lake Villa.

"Brother, it's snowing a lot outside." Yin Hang approached Cong Lang, gently covered the back of his hand, sprayed with a faint men's perfume, and said softly, "I'm not leaving tonight, am I?"

The implication can be said to be very obvious.

But Cong Lang curled his lips, pulled his hand back calmly, walked over and picked up the landline on the table, "I'll ask someone to take you back, and you'll join the team in a few days, don't take care of me, rest yourself. "

He had a soft and laughing voice, but he never gave anyone a chance to refuse. Yin Hang watched Cong Lang press one number after another, and then dialed the phone. He could only smile obediently and obediently, "Okay."

But the moment he turned around, the expression on his face suddenly became resentful.