cry that scum

Chapter 89

Shu Mingcheng arranged a nanny car for Cong Lang and Lan Jing, so that they could lie back comfortably.

But this son didn't remember his father's kindness at all. When the car got up, Cong Lang laid out the "Commitment Letter for Severing Father-Son Relationship" on the table, took a photo, and sent it to the old man at home .

Heh, for you to make such a heavy hand, Cong Lang curled his lips, put away the agreement, and looked at the pale Lan Jing with some distress.

Shu Mingcheng is his father, he is not qualified to say anything, but someone has it.

Sure enough, within half a minute, the old man called.

"What's going on, what does Shu Mingcheng want to do?" The voice on the phone was very dignified.

Cong Lang was not at all afraid, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I found you a grandson-in-law."

"Ah," the old man obviously didn't expect Cong Lang to answer the wrong question, so he dragged his words so far, he responded casually, and then realized what Cong Lang said, his voice was obviously raised, "Ah!?"

"Did you catch that kid from the Xi family?" the old man asked in surprise.

"It's not him, it's another person named Lan Jing. I'll bring my family to show you some other day."

"Don't change the day, book the ticket now." The old man made a decision.

"I'm afraid it won't work now, he has limited mobility," Cong Lang said in a slightly downcast voice, "The granddaughter-in-law I found for you is good-looking and good-looking, but my father doesn't agree with me being with him, which not only hurts He also severed the father-son relationship with me."

As expected, when he heard what Cong Lang said, the old man immediately said angrily, "You bastard! It's against him!"

Cong Lang said nothing.

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to sever ties with him now. He won't belong to the Cong family anymore, and he won't be able to make decisions about your affairs!"

After the old man finished speaking, he hung up the phone angrily, and dialed Shu Mingcheng's number instead. Cong Lang finally gloated and laughed.

After his son left, Shu Mingcheng was still angry, and he jumped into the swimming pool angrily, and swam back and forth for 1000 meters. Just when he felt calmer, the old man called him and scolded him bloody head.

Except for Cong Lang who is favored and confident, everyone in the family is afraid of the old man, and Shu Mingcheng is the same. Outside, he turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands with rain. At this moment, he was scolded by the old man for nearly half an hour, and he didn't dare to reply. Mouth.

Moreover, he himself was at fault for this matter, and he didn't dare to explain it at all. He really is a dumb man who suffers from eating coptis.

"Okay, since you don't recognize my precious grandson, it doesn't matter if we return from bridge to bridge and from road to road in the future."

"Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was joking with that kid..."

Shu Mingcheng repeatedly begged for mercy, scolding that little bastard Cong Lang thousands of times in his heart.

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The effect of Richie's injection of Lan Jing can last for more than eight hours. Cong Lang calculated the time, and Lan Jing should be able to wake up not long after they got home.

But maybe it was because Lan Jing had taken too many sleeping pills on weekdays, and he had developed a resistance. Halfway through the journey, he slowly opened his eyes.

Cong Lang originally thought of a set of excuses, and when Lan Jing woke up, he told him that someone sent him back, and he didn't know the other circumstances.

But now the two stared at each other, and Cong Lang was speechless for a while.

Lan Jing's mood changed obviously. After his eyes cleared up, he saw Cong Lang beside him. He was extremely happy at first, but then he realized something and became a little at a loss.

"Do you want some water?" Cong Lang asked him.

Lan Jing dodged his eyes and didn't dare to look at him.

Cong Lang took the glass of water, came over and helped Lan Jing to lean on his shoulder, and put the water to his mouth.

Lan Jing hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, took a few sips, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, then moved his gaze down to Cong Lang's legs, then he was stunned, and asked in a sofa voice, "Has your plaster cast been removed?"

He remembered that there were still a few days left.

"Shen Bai said that he recovered very well, so he took it apart ahead of time," Cong Lang said, before asking, "Do you still drink?"

Lan Jing shook his head.

"Then get up and sit for a while?"

Lan Jing responded.

Cong Lang put down the water glass, took the pillow that was still on the side and put it on the back of Lan Jing for him to lean on, and then sat on the sofa chair next to him.

"Where are we going?" Lan Jing asked after finding himself in the car.

Cong Lang looked at him with a smile, "Go home."

Lan Jing glanced at him, and when he saw Cong Lang's gauze-wrapped wrists and forehead, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he asked after a while, "Did you rescue me?"

Cong Lang thought for a while, and Lan Jing's words were correct, so he nodded.

Lan Jing didn't speak for a while, and after a long time, his lips moved, "I..."

Like a child who did something wrong, he lowered his head a little helplessly, and whispered, "I've caused you trouble again."

Cong Lang couldn't stand him like this, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed Lan Jing's head, and said softly, "It's okay, don't think about it, take a good rest now, I'll ask Shen Bai to show you the injury when I go back."

Cong Lang was angry at Lan Jing for taking the risk without saying a word, but luckily the target of his revenge was his own father, if it fell into someone else's hands, he wouldn't even have the place to cry right now.

But now that Lan Jing's posture is so obedient, Cong Lang can't bear to ask him questions, and he has a secret to hide from Lan Jing, and he has ghosts in his heart, so it's not easy to blame him.

Lan Jing raised his head and glanced at Cong Lang quickly, then lowered his head quickly, and asked in a low voice, "...how did you save me? It must have taken a lot of effort, right?"

"No," Cong Lang told him the lie he had just made up, "My grandfather and Shu Mingcheng's father are old acquaintances, and he helped me ask for someone, and Shu Mingcheng dared not lose face."

This reason is quite reasonable, and Lan Jing believed it when he heard it. He was silent for a while, and then said, "Shu Mingcheng is the culprit who killed the Lan family. I... have always wanted to kill him for revenge."

"Why didn't you tell me." Cong Lang slid his hand down and squeezed Lan Jing's earlobe.

Lan Jing didn't say a word.

Cong Lang said slowly, "You left without saying anything, I'm very worried."

"I'm sorry." Lan Jing said with his head down.

Cong Lang sighed, didn't say anything, got up and hugged the man carefully into his arms.

When they got home, the driver knew the rules and didn't say a word. He only helped carry Lan Jing back home, and then left quietly.

Cong Lang made up the bed, let Lan Jing lie down, and called Shen Bai.

When he was there in Shu Mingcheng, Richie took good care of Lan Jing, and many wounds had begun to scab slowly. Shen Bai changed his medicine again, and then put on a bandage. Take a shower and wipe off with a towel."

"Thank you." Lan Jing said.

Shen Bai still had something to do, so he didn't stay any longer. After Cong Lang sent him out, Shen Bai finally asked the question in his heart, "I said, what's the matter with you two, in exchange for getting hurt? One is addicted to serving the other? Or is it this?" Is it a new interest in enhancing the relationship between lovers?"