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Chapter 19 If I Have a Lord, You Are Afraid

Cong Lang thought to himself, this is really a beautiful misunderstanding, he just keenly sensed that Lan Jing was in a bad mood when he entered the bar, so he didn't have any other intentions to take him around.

But since Lan Jing said so, he didn't refute, but acquiesced, and then said with a smile, "Of course, the way to pick up a man varies from person to person. I thought you would like this method."

"Oh?" Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, "You think you know me well?"

"Isn't it?" Cong Lang leaned forward again in the posture of Lan Jing pinching his chin, his lips almost touched Lan Jing's, and then pointed out, "After all, not long ago, I was really understood very deeply.”

After speaking, he put his hands on Lan Jing's waist and hips to pat ambiguously.

Lan Jing's complexion finally changed, he tilted his head back, distanced himself from Cong Lang, his expression turned cold instantly, "You'd better stop mentioning that, once you mention it, I will destroy you."

Cong Lang knew that if he went too far, the cat might turn his back on him again, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and took out two cans of beer from his pocket with a smile.

He handed one can to Lan Jing, opened the other can by himself, and after taking a sip of wine, Lan Jing's face looked better again, and Cong Lang continued the previous topic, "Then what do you like?"

This question stopped Lan Jing from asking, he didn't say anything, he raised his head and drank a few more sips of wine, looking at the night sky with a confused look, he said after a while, "Money."

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise, but it makes sense after thinking about it, there are a few people in the world who don't love money.

He checked Lan Jing before, but it wasn't for any ulterior motive.

It's that this person is very close to Lin Shao, and Lin Shao's old friend Shang Shaodong is his friend.

Leaving aside the grievances and grievances between Lin Shao and Shang Shaodong, the two have been separated for many years. After Shang Shaodong came back, Lin Shao got entangled again. Of course, he noticed the blue scene around Lin Shao.

Cong Lang helped him do a simple investigation of Lan Jing's background.

He knew that Lan Jing's father was a well-known real estate developer in City C before, but later his business failed and he owed a large sum of money. He was forced by the debt to jump off the building with his wife, leaving only Lan Jing behind. Jing and his younger brothers.

So a down-and-out young master like Lan Jing should be more obsessed with money than others, but Cong Lang didn't think so, and Lan Jing's reaction just now fell into his eyes.

This person has no idea what he wants.

A person who doesn't even know what he wants, either has no desires, or loses all hope in life.

Cong Lang looked at Lan Jing thoughtfully, what kind of person is this person?

However, he was only curious for half a second, and then withdrew his intention to explore.

Getting to know a person is a very tiring and troublesome thing, and Lan Jing's weight in his heart is not heavy enough for him to be willing to spend that time.

To put it bluntly, if he is really interested in Lan Jing, then his interest is only limited to this person's appearance and that lazy and somewhat defiant indifference.

For the inside of this person, at least for now, he has no interest.

So he said with a smile, "It's easy to love money. I don't have anything else. I have a lot of money."

Lan Jing turned his face to look at him, and said with a half-smile, "Why, Young Master Cong wants to cover me?"

Cong Lang nodded, and said with some regret, "If you have no choice, I really think about it."

Lan Jing sneered, "Are you afraid if I have a master?"

"It's not that I'm afraid," Cong Lang smiled after Lan Jing, "I'm afraid of trouble."

The value of Lan Jing is not enough for him to deal with all the harassment that Lei Shao will bring to him after taking over this person.

But Lan Jing obviously thought that he was cowardly and grandiose, so he hummed twice, with obvious disdain in his voice.

Cong Lang didn't explain anymore, he held a beer can in one hand, lit a cigarette for himself with the other, and then squinted at Lan Jing with a smile.

Lan Jing drank the last sip of wine in the can. When he swallowed the wine, his neck would lift slightly, his mandible stretched out in a beautiful line, and his Adam's apple slowly slid up and down.

And the wet thin lips looked very moist under the moonlight.

Cong Lang looked at him suddenly a little dry mouth.

He couldn't help but think of the delicious taste when he bit the light-colored thin lips not long ago, and also remember the strength of the tongue when he stirred and sucked the kiss in the other's mouth.

So after a long while, he added another sentence by accident, "But if Young Master Lan really wants to follow me, I'm willing to compete with Boss Lei."