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Chapter 90 Admitting Mistakes

After sending Shen Bai in, Lan Jing sat leaning against the head of the bed in the same posture as before.

Shen Bai hung up the needle for him, Cong Lang walked over and carefully fixed the infusion tube, and then asked, "Are you hungry? I'll make some food. What do you want to eat?"

"It's all right." Lan Jing said.

"Then porridge, you can't eat greasy ones now."

Lan Jing, "OK."

Cong Lang went to the kitchen to wash the rice, put the porridge on it, and then came back with a glass of milk and a slice of bread.

"This is the only thing in the refrigerator now," Cong Lang shook the cup, "Eat some pads first? Drink the medicine."

Lan Jing nodded, took a few bites of bread, and then took the milk with both hands. He didn't like drinking this thing at all. Cong Lang used to make breakfast, and he always thought of ways to make it into yogurt or other things for Lan Jing to eat.

At this moment, Lan Jing didn't resist at all, holding the cup and drank all the milk in silence.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Cong Lang couldn't help teasing him, leaned over to lick the milk stains from Lan Jing's mouth, and said jokingly, "So good?"

Lan Jing glanced at him, rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and whispered, "I know you're holding your breath right now, so... I want to follow you, maybe I won't have the heart to deal with me later .”

Cong Lang couldn't help laughing angrily, "Are you still afraid of being punished?"

"...I can't beat you again." Lan Jing snorted.

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "You won't admit your mistake if you beat him?"

"No, it's my fault," Lan Jing paused, "I shouldn't have kept it from you."

If it were him, if Cong Lang went to take risks behind his back, he would definitely go crazy, and he would clean up people regardless of 21 when he came back.

Therefore, Lan Jing's attitude of admitting mistakes is very good.

"I was wrong, Brother Cong."

Cong Lang picked his chin, "Look at me and say."

Lan Jing raised his head, looked at Cong Lang and said obediently, "Brother Cong, I was wrong, I won't dare next time."

Cong Lang's heart had already softened into a ball. He knew that killing Shu Mingcheng was Lan Jing's obsession, so he couldn't bear to really blame him, but he said calmly, "Remember first, wait When you're done, I'll clean you up."

Then he continued, "This is not an example. If there is a next action, be sure to tell me."

Lan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and his face became much lighter, "The next time will be next year, and I will assassinate him once a year."

"Why?" Cong Lang asked, he had already guessed the reason.

Sure enough, Lan Jing said, "The power behind Shu Mingcheng is so strong. In fact, I know I can't kill him, but if I don't go, I always feel that one day I will forget the hatred. If my adoptive parents know about it, they will definitely not let go." pass me."

The ghosts of the Lan family couple will always torment him in his dreams. If Shu Mingcheng does not die, he will endure such torture for a day.

"I know a little bit about Shu Mingcheng. He shouldn't be the kind of person who pushes people to a dead end." Cong Lang observed Lan Jing's expression, testing his reaction calmly, "Perhaps, the Lan family It was not his intention."

Lan Jing looked up at Cong Lang, and the emotion in his eyes suddenly became a little unclear. For a moment, he felt that Lan Jing knew everything, and he couldn't help feeling a little cold in his heart.

"Did he tell you something?" Lan Jing asked after a while, "Shu Mingcheng also explained it to me yesterday, but I don't believe him."

"He doesn't have to..." Cong Lang swallowed the second half of the sentence as soon as he opened his mouth.

A person of Shu Mingcheng's status doesn't need to lie, nor does he bother to lie.

He understands this truth, but doesn't Lan Jing understand it?

Perhaps Lan Jing had already believed Shu Mingcheng's condescending explanation, but how could the three lives of the Lan family allow him to easily let go of the hatred that was about to rot in his heart.

Moreover, treating Shu Mingcheng as an enemy is not saving himself.

In Lan Jing's heart, he himself is another culprit who killed the Lan family.

If Shu Mingcheng is spared and there is no revenge to avenge, then he should end himself next time.

In the past, Lan Jing would probably kneel in front of the tombstone of the Lan family couple and kill himself on the day he let go of his hatred.

But now, he wants to live, and he begins to yearn for the warmth brought to him by the man named Cong Lang beside him, so he must find a reason for himself to live in this world—that is Shu Mingcheng.

Shu Mingcheng is not dead, and he has to live until his vengeance is avenged.

There was no way to continue this topic, Cong Lang stopped and didn't say anything more.

Lan Jing turned to comfort him and said, "Don't worry, maybe in two years I'll quit, and I don't want to take revenge."

Cong Lang circled Lan Jing, kissed him on the lips with some distress, and said softly, "I am here, we are one, no matter what you want to do in the future, don't be alone, remember?"

Lan Jing leaned on his shoulder and hummed lightly.

Xu arrived at a familiar home, Lan Jing's heart settled down, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed. Smelling the familiar scent of Cong Lang, Lan Jing closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly with his face on his neck. past.

"Lan Xiaojing..." Cong Lang listened to the even long breath in his ear and said softly, "Your saliva is coming out."

Lan Jing muttered something vaguely, reached out and hugged Cong Lang's waist, and rubbed his face against his neck.

"How old is he, still acting like a baby." Cong Lang chuckled, and pulled the quilt over to cover his body.

When Lan Jing was fast asleep, Cong Lang moved, carefully removed the hands around his waist, and then supported him to lie down.

Then he put on his clothes and went out lightly, and went to the hospital.

At this moment, the wrist was in severe pain, Cong Lang asked Shen Bai to take a picture, but fortunately it was a slight bone fracture and no surgery was needed.

"Spray this spray three times a day, and don't force your wrists for two to four weeks." Shen Bai shook the medical certificate in his hand, looked up at Cong Lang, "Why didn't you say that your hand was injured at your house before? "

Of course he didn't want Lan Jing to worry, but Cong Lang said, "I forgot."

Then he thanked Shen Bai, and rushed home with the medicine.

Lan Jing slept for a long time this time, and went straight to sleep for dinner. When he woke up, the room was drowsy, with only one wall lamp on, and he was lying in a warm embrace, Cong Lang lightly The breath brushed gently against his forehead.

When Lan Jing moved, Cong Lang also woke up. He naturally lowered his head and kissed Lan Jing's ear, and then turned on the bedside lamp.

"How is it? Is there any discomfort?"

"It hurts." Lan Jing's voice sounded soft as if he had just woken up.

Hearing this, Cong Lang picked up the phone, "You can't take more painkillers, I'll ask Shen Bai if there is any other way."

Just as he was about to dial the number, the old man's call jumped on the screen first. Cong Lang froze and connected, and the other end of the phone said, "Where do you live? I went to City C with your grandma."