cry that scum

Chapter 6

After leaving the bathroom, Cong Lang looked around, then straightened his clothes and came to the bar, knocking on the counter.

"Sir, I want to drink..." Ah A, who was mixing the drink, raised his head, "...Uh!"

He stared in surprise, then immediately took two steps back, and said awkwardly, "Brother Lang, why is it you?"

Isn't this person a traditional Chinese medicine, was he taken to the bathroom by the boss! ?

It's over so soon?

Cong Lang didn't say anything, just threw the phone in his hand to Ah A and said, "This is your boss's, when your boss comes, hand it over to him."

Ah A was taken aback, picked up the phone in his arms and looked at it, it was indeed Lan Shao's, but how could it be in Cong Lang's hands?

He quickly glanced around the bar, but he didn't see his boss, so he had to bite the bullet and ask the person in front of him, "Brother Lang, where are we... Young Master Lan?"

Cong Lang blinked meaningfully, "Guess."

A, "..."

What should I do if I suddenly have a bad feeling?

But this seemed to be his illusion, because the man in front of him seemed to be unable to hold up his mask any longer, and suddenly changed his expression.

He narrowed his eyes, then moved his lips, clenched his fists and laughed, "Young Master Lan saw a pretty boy in the toilet just now, so he ran away with him."

That tone and expression seemed to be full of anger, resentment, shame and embarrassment.

Under the dim light, Ah A could even see the faintly throbbing blue veins on the back of the opponent's hand.

A, "..."

Also, after going through that kind of thing, no one can laugh.

He suddenly remembered that the medicine seemed to be very powerful, and he couldn't take it for half a night, but how long had it been before Young Master Lan left him to find someone else?

What to do behind the person in front of you?

Looking at the complex expression on Cong Lang's face mixed with a forced smile and gnashing of teeth.

Although he clearly knew that Lan Jing's purpose was to punish this person, but inexplicably felt that his boss was a bit of a scumbag, what was wrong with him?

"How about... I'll find another person for you?" Ah A bit his lip and hesitated.

Hearing this, Cong Lang just shook his head, the corners of his mouth tightened, and he put down a cruel remark that tonight's affairs would not just be left alone, and then walked slowly towards the door of the bar.

Ah A watched him from behind the bar without calling for anyone to stop him, and he felt a little guilty when he thought that the other party took care of his business on weekdays.

At the moment, Lan Jing, who is staying in the bathroom and can't get out, doesn't know what kind of virtue his bartender brother has been fooled into. If he knew, he would kill Cong Lang with a knife desperately. Damn it, I let you act!

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Enduring the excruciating pain, Lan Jing gritted his teeth and connected his arm, and had already sat on the toilet seat for nearly half an hour.

At this moment, he was almost losing his temper, and he just opened the door of the compartment with a gloomy face.

The clothes were clearly on the washstand, but he didn't dare to go out to get them within a short distance of a few steps.

People came in from the bathroom from time to time, but he didn't want to ask for help, it was too embarrassing, and if the news got out, he wouldn't be able to get along in the circle in the future.

He could only wait, Lan Jing estimated the time, in a few hours, the traffic would be much less, and he would have a chance to go out and get his clothes back.

It's just that the waiting time was too tormented and aggrieved, the coldness in Lan Jing's eyes almost turned into reality, and two holes appeared in the door panel in front of him.

Just when he was extremely anxious, there was a light knock on the door of the compartment, "Is anyone in there?"

"Get out!" Lan Jing roared habitually.

The people outside stopped, and called tentatively, "Lan Jing?"

It was the voice of an acquaintance.

Lan Jing was taken aback, "What are you doing here?"

"Brother Dong asked me to send a suit over here, saying that someone here needs it." The human outside said.

Lan Jing closed his mouth, the expression on his face was very rainy, this damn Cong Lang actually told others what happened tonight.

Fuck!

Lan Jing couldn't help kicking the door panel again, and then shouted angrily, "Give me the clothes!"

New clothes were handed in from above the compartment.

Lan Jing dressed as quickly as possible, then opened the door with a dark face.

Standing outside was a gentle-looking young man wearing glasses. He looked Lan Jing up and down, and then frowned.

Lan Jing was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk to anyone at all, so he walked past him without saying a word and fumbled through the pockets of his clothes on the washstand.

But the contents of the pockets are gone.

Lan Jing threw his clothes into the trash can, and then strode out, but with every step, the wound twitched, and his face sank.

After finally getting outside, the young man following behind wanted to ask him what happened, but Lan Jing didn't want to say anything at the moment.

Before the other party spoke, he said, "Go back."

The young man's lips moved slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Lan Jing had already waved over a taxi, and before the other party followed, he closed the door and let the driver in front of him drive.

"Brother, where are you going?"

A young man could be heard calling him behind him, Lan Jing ignored him and gave an address directly, but after walking for a while, he stopped the car again.

"Forget it, you take me back."

When he got off the car, the young man had already left the place.

Lan Jing threw the 100 yuan left by Cong Lang to the driver, saying that there was no need to look for it, and then went to Lan Ye again.

Ah a is not too busy at the moment, and is chatting with the handsome guy next to him.

Lan Jing walked over and pulled him into an empty corner.

Ah A was taken aback, and after seeing the person clearly, he quickly called out to Lan Shao.

"What medicine did you put in the wine surnamed Cong today?"

"You gave it to me," Ah A said.

"You...bring the things for me to have a look." Lan Jing said as restrained as possible.

After hearing this, Ah A took out two different bottles, one blue and one pink, from the cabinet under the bar and handed them to Lan Jing.

"Which bottle did you use?" Lan Jing asked.

Ah A pointed to one of the blue ones, "This one."

As soon as the words fell, Lan Jing's hand clenched tightly, crushing the glass bottle abruptly, and sure enough...

He guessed so, but he still didn't give up after being unsure.

Ah A was terrified at the side, "Why... what's wrong? Lan... Lan Shao?"

Lan Jing didn't say a word, endured and endured, and then controlled the hand that wanted to blow A Gou's head off, and slapped the broken glass bottle on the opponent's hand coldly, saying coldly, "... .You are really capable!"

After all, walk away.

Ah A was almost frightened to death by his boss's aura. He stood there for a long time in a daze, until he could no longer see Lan Jing's back, then looked down at the broken bottle in his hand tremblingly.

Then he snorted.

What Lan Jing gave him was Sanwu products, without even a description.

Now there seems to be a line of small characters on the bottom of the bottle.

Ah A held the bottle under the light, stared at it for a long time, and finally saw clearly the line of advertising slogans that were as big as rice grains.

A, "..."

Lan Jing gave him two bottles at that time, one of which was for number 0, and the other was for number 1.

The one for 1 was just a gift from the seller to Lan Jing. Lan Jing said that he didn't need it, so he gave it to Ah A to play with his boyfriend.

He repeatedly told him that the contents in the pink bottle were for Cong Lang tonight, so he should not make a mistake.

Ah A had always remembered clearly before, but after being busy for a while, the memory became chaotic.

When it was time to add medicine to Cong Langjiu, he took out the blue bottle.

And strangely, he didn't feel that he had made a mistake at that time.

However, at this moment, looking at the eight small characters on the bottom of the blue bottle that directly pokes the eyeballs, Ah A wants to cry but has no tears.

Seven times a night, the spear does not fall.

So what really happened in the bathroom?

Ah A couldn't help but shuddered violently, and once again looked in the direction where Lan Jing disappeared, and didn't dare to think about it.