cry that scum

Chapter 63

Lan Jing went back and had a good sleep with Cong Lang, and in the afternoon Cong Lang said he was going to the company.

Lan Jing felt a little sorry, Cong Lang had been helping him these few days, and he probably had a lot of things on his hands.

"I'll treat you to dinner later." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang straightened his cuffs and said, "Tonight, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock."

"No need," Lan Jing rubbed his nose, "Wherever you want to eat, we can just meet there."

"Then you come to pick me up," Cong Lang walked over and kissed the corner of Lan Jing's mouth, "Diwang Building, you are here to make a call."

Blue Point nodded.

After Cong Lang left, Lan Jing went to the food court to buy a tube of bone soup and picked up a few dishes that the old lady loved, and then went to the hospital.

Shen Bai was taking time to rest on the office chair, when Lan Jing knocked on the door, he opened his eyes, "Um, here we come."

Lan Jing put the things on the desk and greeted Shen Bai.

Shen Bai got up and poured him a glass of water, "To see the old man?"

Blue Point nodded.

"The situation is very stable. However, the old man has a heart problem after all. He can't stand stimulation on weekdays. You..."

"I understand." Lan Jing said.

He chatted with Shen Bai about the follow-up treatment of the old man, and then stood up, "Thank you Dr. Shen for this matter, you helped me a lot."

"Don't be so polite," Shen Bai smiled, "Cong Lang's friends are my friends."

Lan Jing also smiled.

When it was time for dinner in the evening, Lan Jing drove to the Emperor's Building.

It was the off-duty time, and white-collar and gold-collar workers in suits and leather shoes came out in groups.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Cong Lang's number.

"Come?" Cong Lang's pleasant voice came from the phone.

Lan Jing hummed.

"I still have a while, or you come up first." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing parked the car, went to the front desk of the building to register his name, and followed Cong Lang's instructions to the top floor.

Cong Lang was sitting behind the desk, typing on the keyboard.

After Lan Jing walked in, he raised his eyebrows. Seeing that he was used to playing around, at first glance at the young master's work, he thought it was quite fresh, so he leaned on the sofa and did not move.

"We'll charge again." Cong Lang stared at the computer and curled his lips.

Lan Jing walked over and sat down on his desk, "Hey, can you really sit here without moving all afternoon?"

"Why not." Cong Lang smiled and glanced at him.

Lan Jing's slender knuckles tapped on the table, "You don't look like an office worker."

"Then what do I look like?" Cong Lang asked with raised eyebrows.

Lan Jing stared at him and bared his teeth, "It doesn't look like he's doing serious business anyway."

People like Shang Shaodong are the real presidents.

But young master Cong was too evil and dangerous, so he didn't look like a decent person.

Cong Langle made a sound, he stood up, leaned over and grabbed Lan Jing's neck and blew into his ear, "Then I won't do anything now, I'm a little sorry for your evaluation."

Lan Jing's ears quivered, he tilted his head back, and clicked his tongue. The bastard surnamed Cong was always thinking about going down three ways...

After Cong Lang finished handling the work in hand, he handed over the signed documents to his assistant, and left the company with Lan Jing.

"Where do you want to eat?" Lan Jing asked.

"There is a good hot pot fish downstairs." Cong Lang said.

"Lead the way." Lan Jing said.

There were quite a lot of people in the hot pot restaurant, and the queue was lined up outside. Lan Jing went to get the number, and came to sit with Cong Lang on a chair in the rest area and wait.

Cong Lang took a mint candy from the box on the table and threw it into his mouth, "What are you going to do after eating?"

"Huh?" Lan Jing looked downstairs and looked back, "I'll go back to the store, how about you?"

Cong Lang has been staying with him recently. Now that his cold is gone and his grandparents' business is done, I don't know if this person will go to his place at night?

Thinking of being alone again tonight, Lan Jing suddenly felt a little bored.

"Then go to Lanye first, and accompany me to fetch some clothes when it's over," Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, then hummed in confusion, "You... want to live with me?"

Cong Lang blinked, "You can go to my place."

Lan Jing's coquettish mood that had been down just now rose again calmly, he cleared his throat and said, "Whatever."

"Number [-], it's your turn!" The hot pot restaurant's broadcast suddenly shouted.

Lan Jing glanced at the ticket, quickly pulled Cong Lang into the store

As Cong Lang said, the fish in this hot pot tastes really good, and Lan Jing feels that he is full.

"Hey, let's go over there." Lan Jing rubbed his stomach, "I don't think I can sit down anymore."

Cong Lang also rubbed her hands, and said with a smile, "Is she pregnant?"

"Get out!" Lan Jing roared

After a while, he couldn't help but moved closer to Cong Lang again, "Hey, let me ask you, can Lin Shao be pregnant? You said that if I were like him, you wouldn't fucking Wear a condom, will I also win the lottery?"

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, "There are very few people with a special physique like him. Why, do you want a child?"

"No!" Lan Jing frowned, "I don't know if I like children or not."

But the little treasure in Shang Shaodong's house is quite fun.

"It's okay, when did you want it, I'll try my best," Cong Lang patted his stomach, "Maybe there will be one here."

Lan Jing glanced at him sideways, and said with a sneer, "There is no movement after so many times, if it's me, maybe Cong Shao has a special physique and can really conceive."

"It's not impossible." Cong Lang smiled, "If you hit me, I'll hit you."

The corners of Lan Jing's raised mouth immediately collapsed, he snorted, and stopped talking to him.

The two walked and chatted all the way, and soon strolled to the vicinity of Lan Ye.

"This way, this way is near." Lan Jing raised his chin towards the path next to him.

Cong Lang followed him into an alley, walked in for a while, and then walked in from the corner of two buildings, "There is still a road here."

"From here is Lan Ye's back door." Lan Jing said as he walked, but soon his footsteps stopped and his head turned slightly.

Cong Lang also stopped in his tracks.

There was a faint sound of dispute coming from not far away.

Lan Jing and Cong Lang looked at each other, neither of them like to meddle in other people's business, so neither of them moved first.

"Want to take a look?" Cong Lang asked after a few seconds.

There are too many trivial things here, and Lan Jing doesn't want to worry about it. He was about to shake his head when he heard a familiar howl. He turned around and quickly ran to the alley next door.

The alley next door is very lively. There are three or four gangsters who are robbing a young man. They hold knives in their hands and are about to threaten the young man to reveal the password of the bank card. Suddenly, the gangster standing in the middle let out a scream. , the body was carried and smashed towards the concrete wall behind.

His lips turned white from fright, his legs trembled, he almost peed his pants, and he was stunned. A certain little fresh meat who didn't say the password immediately burst into tears when he saw Lan Jing, shouted brother, and then pushed away another gangster who was standing beside him , Aoao flew into the arms of the visitor.