cry that scum

Chapter 75

"I rely on!"

Both of them were startled at the same time, Lin Shao raised his head suddenly, and Lan Jing quickly put the phone on the table.

Shang Shaodong's joking voice came from the other end, "Throw in such a large spoonful of pepper powder, people can smell the numbness through the screen."

Lan Jing heard Lin Shao ask, "Isn't that the thirteen incense sticks in front?"

"Zanthoxylum bungeanum, the powder of Shisanxiang is not that thick." Shang Shaodong affirmed.

Lan Jing didn't believe in evil, so he took a sip secretly, and sure enough, a heavy numbness shot straight to the sky.

bah bah bah!

Lan Jing hurriedly took a glass of cold water to rinse his mouth, and took his mobile phone to get angry at Lin Shao, "You can admit the wrong seasoning, did you say you didn't wear glasses just now!"

"Yeah," Lin Shao touched the bridge of his nose and smiled embarrassedly, "I just woke up this morning, so I forgot to bring it."

Lan Jing, "..." Why is it so difficult to make a face!

"Breakfast is ready, let's go out to eat." Shang Shaodong took the phone from Lin Shao's hand, urged him to wash up, then looked at Lan Jing and said, "Are you going to deliver food to Cong Lang?"

He knew about Cong Lang's accident, and had already been to the hospital during the period.

"I didn't! Who said I'd make it for him, but I'll eat it myself!" Lan Jing shouted.

Shang Shaodong looked at him with a playful look on his face and said, "If you cook it like this, you will be lumpy before you take it to the hospital. I wanted to teach you a method. You can eat it yourself, so forget it." .”

After Shang Shaodong was about to hang up the video, Lan Jing hurriedly said, "Wait!"

"Is there anything else?" Shang Shaodong raised his eyebrows and asked.

Lan Jing coughed lightly, and said with a snort and a chirp, "Well...you just said you can make noodles? You teach me how to make noodles that don't get lumpy."

Shang Shaodong was very surprised and laughed deeply, and Lan Jing was so angry that he wanted to pick up the phone, "You can teach or not!"

"You take a pen and paper, I'll tell you, you write it down." Shang Shaodong said.

Lan Jing waved his hand, "You just say it, I remember it."

He raised his chin, as if you just talk about it and I just listen to it, don't think I don't know anything, I actually know how to be arrogant.

But when Shang Shaodong opened his mouth, he covered the camera and quickly ran back to the living room, took out the post-it note, his eyes were still staring at the roof, but he recorded everything the person said verbatim.

"Will it happen?" Shang Shaodong asked him after the procedure was finished.

Lan Jing rubbed his stomach, shit, I didn't learn it, I'm hungry.

Shang Shaodong sighed, "Why don't you come to my house, and I'll take it with you when I'm ready."

Lan Jing's eyes lit up immediately, and then he was a little tangled. The reason why he cooks himself is because of his intentions. If he took the ready-made ones, wouldn't the meaning change.

Shang Shaodong should have seen his careful thinking, and said with a smile, "I'll teach you how to do it when you come, how about it?"

When Lan Jing heard this, he responded very spinelessly.

After hanging up the video, Lin Shao sighed after washing his face, "I didn't expect Lan Jing to care so much about your friend."

"Good thing," Shang Shaodong said with a smile, "Someone has taken him in, so you don't have to worry about him being alone all the time."

Lan Jing had lunch at Shang Shaodong's house, and under the guidance of the other party, he clumsily prepared a loving and nutritious meal for Young Master Cong, and then went to the hospital with Shang Shaodong.

Lin Shao wanted to go too, but he already had some outlines in his stomach, and he was too embarrassed to go out. Shang Shaodong was also afraid that he would bump into him, so he refused to let him follow.

After staying in the hospital for several days, Cong Lang finally ate a mouthful of delicious food and felt better.

While Lan Jing was looking for Shen Bai, Shang Shaodong pointed to the thermos on the bedside table, "This side is made by Lan Jing."

"Huh?" Cong Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"He asked Lin Shao how to cook noodles on the phone, and after tossing in the kitchen for a long time, he came to my house and asked me to teach him how to cook." Shang Shaodong tapped his knuckles on the back of the chair, "He is very kind to you." Careful."

Cong Lang was suddenly touched, his heart was slightly hot, and he nodded to Shang Shaodong with his lips curled up, "I forgot to tell you, I'm with him now, not just for fun, I hope we can be like you Just like Lin Shao, live a lifetime."

Shang Shaodong raised his eyebrows, looked at Cong Lang for a while, reached out to pat him on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "Bless you."

He had long felt that although Cong Lang always said he was playing for fun, sooner or later he would fall into Lan Jing's hands, and it turned out to be the case.

Cong Lang gave him a high five, "Thank you."

"What can I help with this time?" Shang Shaodong asked, touching the gauze on Cong Lang's shoulder.

Cong Lang, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

Shang Shaodong is a serious businessman, has a wife and children, and he never lets the other party participate in the fights.

Shang Shaodong also understood Cong Lang's intentions, so he didn't insist, he just said, "If you need me to do it, tell me."

Cong Lang nodded.

After asking about Cong Lang's situation, Lan Jing left and returned, Shang Shaodong thought about Lin Shao at home, chatted with the two for a while, and then left early.

"Give me your hand."

When the door was closed, Cong Lang raised his arm, and Lan Jing grabbed his fingertips because he didn't understand, "What are you doing?"

Cong Lang pulled the man over and looked at the palms and backs of his hands, then lightly rubbed a few spots on Lan Jing's wrist with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

Lan Jing knew that Shang Shaodong must have told him about his learning to cook, and immediately pulled his hand back a little embarrassed, and said very bachelorly, "It doesn't hurt, just a few drops of oil. right?"

"Hey——" Cong Lang sighed long, "Lan Xiaojing, how can you spoil the atmosphere so much, I just prepared a bunch of things to tell you."

"Love talk?" Lan Jing shivered for a moment, slapped Cong Lang's other good leg, and said coldly, "I'm warning you, don't imitate girls who are tired of whining and crooked, It's too nasty, if you want to say it, I'll whip you!"

"Okay," Cong Lang hugged him helplessly with one hand, "Lan Xiaojing, thank you, and, I like you."

Lan Jing moved a little awkwardly, and the base of her ears turned red slightly.

Cong Lang put his earlobe in his mouth and sucked it playfully, and suddenly remembered something belatedly, and asked with a cold breath, "Lan Xiaojing, I have a question to ask you, it's on the side yesterday. …”

"I didn't do it," Lan Jing said solemnly, "With my ability, how could I make such an unpalatable thing."

"...Oh," Cong Lang blinked, staring at Lan Xiaojing's ears that were trying to hide but turned red, and the smile in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

The atmosphere in the ward was just right, Cong Lang took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Lan Jing from the back of the neck, but the phone in Lan Jing's pocket rang.

The ringtone was a bit different, it was obviously specially designed for someone, Lan Jing heard that he pushed Cong Lang away, went out immediately, and took out his phone.

When the call was connected, the other party didn't have anything extra to say, so he said directly, "Lei Shao is going to a reception tonight, and he will probably go out, do you want to go and have a look?"