cry that scum

Chapter 20 The Sweetheart

After blurting out the words, Cong Lang finally realized what he said, but he didn't even regret it.

Lan Jing, regardless of temperament or appearance, is a top-notch existence in the crowd. He has a slender waist and long legs, a well-proportioned figure, and the lines on the side of his face are neither too sharp nor too soft. The most perfect, but put together, every ounce is just right on that face.

Cong Lang narrowed his eyes and looked at Lan Jing, thinking that because of this face, he was really willing to ask Lei Shao again for someone.

As long as the conditions are tempting enough, Lei Shao will not refuse.

But the man in front of him was stunned and then said, "Okay, you lie flat and let me go up, I'm willing."

Tsk, playing with yourself.

Cong Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said angrily, "You mean I paid for someone to come back and fuck me?"

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, what's wrong?

Cong Lang said, "I won't do the one below."

If it's really with the person he loves deeply, if the other party strongly demands, Cong Lang doesn't mind being the bottom one occasionally, but if it's with the lover's bed partner, then he will definitely not succumb to others.

"I only do top and not 0." Lan Jing pouted.

Now that the models collide, there is nothing to talk about on this topic.

Cong Lang shrugged regretfully. He put all the beer cans that the two had finished drinking into plastic bags. When it was time to return, Lan Jing flicked on the motorcycle and said, "I'll drive."

Cong Lang glanced at him and handed him the key.

Lan Jing turned on the ignition, and when he twisted the handlebar and hit the accelerator, there was a little excitement in his eyes.

Most men have little resistance to this blood-pumping activity.

"Hold me." Lan Jing said to Cong Lang behind him, signaling him to leave.

Cong Lang hugged his waist according to his words, with a smile in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, let's go!

Unexpectedly, he discovered that Lan Jing's skills are very good, and he should also be a person who has played motorcycles.

After the car arrived in the urban area, Lan Jing slowed down, tilted his head and asked Cong Lang, "Where are you going?"

Cong Lang said, "Send you back first."

Lan Jing drove the car back to Lan Ye, the bar was closed, he took out his key and opened the door, and when he was about to go in, he turned around and asked Cong Lang, "Would you like to come in for a drink?"

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, and said with a smile, "No, men and widows are alone in a room, in this kind of atmosphere, drinking some wine, there must be something to do."

That's true, Lan Jing didn't call him again, and went into Lan Ye by himself, but when Cong Lang turned the car around, he came out again.

Cong Lang looked at him.

Lan Jing had a strange expression of embarrassment on his face, "Well, where did you buy that cake from?"

Cong Lang raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile, "Want to eat?"

"Hungry." Lan Jing rubbed his stomach.

Cong Lang said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

So Lan Jing sat back in the car again.

Cong Lang drove the car to a tea restaurant in the south of the city, which was quite far from Lan Ye. Lan Jing passed by several times, and the outside looked very impressive.

Of course, the interior decoration is vividly and delicately interpreting what is meant by low-key luxury and connotation.

Lan Jing looked around and saw a picture of a man on a huge OLED screen on one wall.

It seems to be a certain top superstar in the entertainment industry. He doesn't pay attention to these things, but he has a little impression of someone he likes once.

Cong Lang put down his helmet, walked over to stand with him and looked at the huge image in front of him, "What do you think of him?"

"It's pretty," Lan Jing commented sincerely. The man's face on the screen is very recognizable, his appearance is first-class and his appearance is a bit like Lin Shao's, with a bit of bookish elegance, but not as gloomy as Lin Shao.

His eyes are very calm, which makes people feel very comfortable. Looking at him makes people's whole heart calm down.

"Is he your girlfriend?" Lan Jing pouted and asked Cong Lang beside him.

Cong Lang smiled, with a touch of warmth that Lan Jing had never seen before, and then he heard the other party say, "No, it's my sweetheart."