cry that scum

Chapter 52

Xi Runyao is a gentle person like water, he is decent and polite, his manner is elegant, and he never loses his composure.

Tonight, he changed his face in front of people.

He put on the mask slowly, and it took almost all of his self-cultivation to restrain himself and nod to the person opposite.

The man smiled, turned to look at Cong Lang beside him and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Cong, hello."

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, reached out to shake his hand, "Hello, Officer Xia," he glanced at the other's uniform, and smiled, "What about the case?"

"Yes, there was a case here recently..."

It was obviously the first time we talked, and Shang Shaodong had an enmity with the Xia family, and Cong Lang had been helping him deal with the Xia family, and even bought the Xia family's group, so they were considered half-enemies.

But the two of them pretended to be old friends, and chatted a few words with a smile on their faces, and then each took a step back.

Cong Lang, "Since Warning Xia is handling the case, you should be busy."

Xia Yin glanced at Xi Runyao, who had been looking elsewhere, and nodded, "Let's go."

Xi Runyao's status

The adjustment was quick, and when the two of them came out, he became that gentle actor again.

"I'm going back first, remember to call me when you have time, and go to see the second master together."

"Okay," Cong Lang told him as he sent him to the special car waiting at the entrance of the cafe, "Be careful on the road."

He didn't ask Xi Runyao why he lost his composure just now.

If the other party wants to talk, he will listen, and if he doesn't want to talk, he will not force it.

He has always been a considerate, thoughtful, and comfortable man.

This may be one of the reasons why Lan Jing fell in love with him.

After returning home, Cong Lang has been paying attention to the development of Lan Jing's beating Yan Kun.

As he expected, the heat of the incident itself had subsided, but Lanjing's bar was affected after all. Every day, a large number of idle and boring people came to watch at the door.

In the next few days, Lan Jing simply took this opportunity to give the employees below a holiday.

And he himself went to Lin Shao's house every day to eat and drink.

Lin Shao's body recovered well, and he was much more energetic than before. He lived with Shang Shaodong.

Shang Shaodong also adopted a child named Xiaobao, who was white, tender and soft. Lan Jing especially liked to hold him in his arms and rub him.

This day, Lanjing bought a gift for Xiaobao, and still strolled to Lin Shao's house.

"I want to eat squirrel mandarin fish."

Standing in the open kitchen, Shang Shaodong raised his eyelids to look at him, and said indifferently, "No."

Lan Jing knew that this man was still angry at him for abducting Lin Shao, and he had a good relationship with Lin Shao, so this man would be jealous at every turn.

Lan Jing didn't care about him, he still came here as an eyesore and acted as a light bulb.

He rubbed Xiaobao in his arms, and asked directly, "Zaizai, do you want to eat fish?"

Xiaobao understood and shouted directly to the kitchen, "Dad, I want to eat squirrel mandarin fish!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Shaodong immediately changed his expression, with a fatherly smile on his face, "Daddy will make it for you."

As he spoke, he took a special look at Lan Jing, biting the word "father" very hard.

Lan Jing's face darkened, this bastard took advantage of him.

At some point, Lin Shao who was sleeping in the room woke up, came out to say hello to Lan Jing, and then went to help Shang Shaodong cook.

In terms of cooking skills, Lan Jing is a real handicapped party, so he watched movies with Xiaobao with peace of mind and waited for someone to feed him.

There was a nonsensical and funny movie on the TV, one big and one small were staring at the screen and rattling, the door of the living room was pushed open, and a person came in.

Seeing Cong Lang, Lan Jing raised his eyebrows.

Cong Lang also raised his eyebrows, and with a smile in his eyes, Tao Hua came over and touched Xiao Bao, then looked at Lan Jing.

"Brother Dong said that there is a guy here who eats, eats, and pays attention to the weather. He asked me to pack it and take it away. It turned out to be you."

"Boss, I want to move in with you." Lan Jing shouted provocatively towards the kitchen.

Lin Shao shook his head with a smile, and came over to take the bag from Cong Lang's hand.

"You rest, I'll help Brother Dong." Cong Lang said.

Lin Shao's knowledge of firewood, rice, oil and salt was only a little bit higher than Lan Jing's. Hearing this, he washed his hands obediently and gave up the kitchen to Cong Lang and Shang Shaodong.

"Did you buy the fish?" Shang Shaodong asked.

"Fresh, here." Cong Lang pulled a bag over.

Shang Shaodong asked while handling the fish, "I haven't seen you two coming together recently, why, did you quarrel?"

"No, it's over." Cong Lang said.

Shang Shaodong glanced at him, "Are you playing again?"

Cong Lang only smiled, neither denying nor admitting.

The two big men quickly worked together to produce a table full of color, fragrance and taste. Cong Lang also made a dessert for each of them.

Lan Jing and Xiaobao ate happily.

Cong Lang found that Lan Jing ate other things neatly and very quickly, but when he ate fish, he was really like a cat. Eat the meat in small bites of satisfaction.

Cong Lang looked interesting and couldn't help but curl his lips.

The longer you get to know Lan Jing, the more you will discover more and more different sides of him.

Sometimes I feel that his eyes are filled with all the vicissitudes and death, and sometimes I feel that he is just like a child, just a fish, a bowl of noodles, and a piece of cake can satisfy him.

A cell phone rang suddenly, Lan Jing stopped his chopsticks and said, "Mine."

He wiped his hands, went to the living room to answer the phone, and when he heard the voice of the person inside, he suddenly grimaced and walked outside.

Lan Jing came to the swimming pool of the villa, and then said to the person on the phone, "How do you know my phone number?"

The sound was so cold that it almost froze one's ears.

"I have my own way," said a slightly hoarse male voice on the phone, "How can you do something to your brother?"

"I like it, is that enough reason?" Lan Jing asked coldly.

The man on the phone became visibly agitated, and he yelled, "You killed your mother, are you going to kill your brother now!? Look at the wound on his body, it's such a big black and purple, do you want to kill it?" His life!"

Lan Jing heard that the hand holding the phone was clenched suddenly, those bloody memories that were still as clear as yesterday even after nearly 20 years flooded towards him.

He swayed a little unable to stand, and the right hand hanging by his side began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Xiao Kun's elder brother is gone, I only have him as a child now," the male voice on the phone continued to roar, "You can't hurt him!"

"Don't you still have me?" Lan Jing pinched his fingertips into his palm, he took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, the corners of his mouth almost twisted ferociously, and said in a cruel tone, "Don't worry, don't you still have me?" ? If he dies, I will die for you in the future."