cry that scum

Chapter 88 Mr. Shu

In the end, the ashtray on the table hit Cong Lang's forehead, and blood flowed from the crevice of his hair along the sideburns. Shu Mingcheng stared at him, sparks crackled between father and son.

"Say it again." Shu Mingcheng said with a cold face. He was really angry. The butler next to him wanted to persuade him again. Seeing his boss's expression, he fell silent for a moment, and only gave Cong Lang a wink.

"Old Qi, you go out first." Shu Mingcheng said in a deep voice.

The butler responded, exited, and closed the door behind him.

Cong Lang has inherited a large part of Shu Mingcheng's personality, but he does not have such a violent temper as Shu Mingcheng. In many cases, no matter how anxious or angry he is, he is calm on the surface.

Even in the face of his own father's real anger, he can still laugh without leaking.

When Shu Mingcheng saw his beating smile, his liver ached from anger. He pulled off the belt on his trousers, folded it in half, pointed at Cong Lang and said angrily, "The wings are hard, so I can't deal with you, right?"

"You want to smoke me?" Cong Lang flicked the cigarette ash, spread his arms, leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, looked at him and said, "Okay, smoke, we will talk after smoking."

Shu Mingcheng suffocated, the little bunny is now tall and has long legs, and he is about 1.8 meters tall, lying there, so big, he really can't do it.

"Don't smoke?" Cong Lang waited, raised his eyelids and glanced at Shu Mingcheng, then raised his chin, "Then let's do your multiple choice questions."

Shu Mingcheng felt that his seven orifices were smoking, and he was really too impulsive at his age. Why was he so overwhelmed at that time, and made such a fucking thing for himself?

"I have no choice," Shu Mingcheng said with a cold face, "If you don't let go, that kid will have no choice but to die. I'll have someone kill him right now."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Cong Lang seriously, "I'm not kidding you."

Cong Lang was silent, he knew what his father said, and he would definitely do the same.

He nodded, clicked the gun, and aimed it at his temple.

"Brat, how dare you!!!"

Shu Mingcheng's face changed suddenly, and in a blink of an eye, he yanked his belt over.

The metal buckle on the belt hit Cong Lang's wrist. Cong Lang suffered pain, and when he let go of his hand, the gun fell off.

The air in the room suddenly became condensed and silent.

Shu Mingcheng stared at Cong Lang's bleeding hand with an ugly expression. After a long while, he turned and went out the door.

Not long after, Richie walked in behind him with her medicine kit.

"Show him, is the bone cracked?" Shu Mingcheng pointed to Cong Lang. Just now, he made the hand out of desperation. He didn't have any strength left in his hand. Cong Lang's wrist was already swollen at the moment. stand up.

Richie knelt by the sofa, washed Cong Lang's blood first, pressed his fingertips on his wrist, Cong Lang's painful fingertips twitched, frowned, and said nothing.

"Maybe the bone is broken, I have to take a picture to see."

"No." Cong Lang said with a frown.

Shu Mingcheng glanced at him, and said to Richie, "Bandage him up first, and I'll send him over later."

Richie nodded, after dealing with Cong Lang's wrist, he washed the wound on his forehead as well.

After Richie left, Shu Mingcheng sat down on the sofa and touched a cigarette from the cigarette case that Cong Lang left on the table.

He seldom smoked and didn't like the smell, so he stopped after taking two puffs.

"Do you have to be with him?"

Cong Lang nodded, "I love him."

Shu Mingcheng snorted, "I love you so much that you want to die with him?"

"You don't force me, of course I want to live," Cong Lang took the half of the cigarette in his father's hand and took a puff with his head bowed.

Shu Mingcheng pointed to Cong Lang, stood up angrily and paced back and forth in the room, he stopped for a while, then turned around and said, "If you want to be with him, it depends on that kid from the Lan family." Will you or not, I will send someone to tell him who your old man is now!"

"Dad!" Cong Lang suddenly lowered his face.

"What, are you scared?" Shu Mingcheng snorted.

Cong Lang frowned and said, "I'm not ready to confess to him yet."

"He hates me so much, the day you confess is the day he will kill you!" Shu Mingcheng said angrily.

"Then I admit it too," Cong Lang curled his lips, "It's only natural that the father should pay the son the debt."

"Get out! Who wants you to help me pay off my debts!"

Cong Lang sighed, and then said slowly, "Dad, the Lan family and his wife are dead, and the youngest son of the Lan family is still lying in the hospital. He may never wake up. Now you want to kill Lan Jing for me again." , How do you let me deal with myself in the rest of my life? Is your own conscience okay?"

Shu Mingcheng didn't speak.

Cong Lang continued, "Our family owes him too much, and we can't afford to pay back anything."

Shu Mingcheng opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed it again.

"Lan Xiaojing...he has suffered a lot, and I just want to treat him better."

"So Dad," Cong Lang hooked his lips, looked up at Shu Mingcheng and said, "Are you going to force me?"

Shu Mingcheng took a sad look at his son, and was so angry that he couldn't say anything, maybe it was his fault for being too flirtatious, but he didn't expect his son to be an infatuated kind.

"Get lost!" He waved his hand angrily, "That kid is in the guest room, hurry up and take him away."

"Is he awake? Let Richie get him some medicine, I'm here to see him, no explanation."

Shu Mingcheng snorted and called Richie.

Cong Lang didn't stand up from the sofa until he replied that Lan Jing had been dealt with.

"Whenever you get shot by that kid, I will definitely not come to collect your body." Shu Mingcheng looked at him and said coldly.

"It's a good relationship. I want a son. It's such a simple thing to make another one. But I'm afraid that some people will cry."

Cong Lang smiled and waved to Shu Mingcheng behind him as he walked out, "Old Shu, I'm going to die, so don't hide and cry in secret."

"Get out!" Shu Mingcheng roared.

When Cong Lang arrived at Lan Jing's room, the medicine Richie gave him had just begun to take effect, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing Lan Jing's pale face, Cong Lang frowned, "Is he injured?"

Shu Mingcheng, who came in behind him, snorted, "It's not bad if I didn't kill him."

Cong Lang glanced at him, then turned his head and lifted the quilt to check Lan Jing's body, and couldn't help but frown even deeper.

Tsk, it's such a heavy hand.

"Find me a car and take us back." Cong Lang said, Lan Jing couldn't fly by plane like this.

Shu Mingcheng's face was still stinky, but he still ordered his subordinates to do it.

"What about your hands?"

"Go back and do it again." Cong Lang said indifferently.

When it was time to leave, Shu Mingcheng handed a piece of paper to Cong Lang expressionlessly, "Hey, I signed it."

Cong Lang looked at the three flamboyant words on the "Commitment to Sever Father-Son Relationship", the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he folded the paper in two slowly, and said to Shu Mingcheng with a half-smile, "Then I'm leaving, Dad, oh, no, Mr. Shu."

Shu Mingcheng, "..."