cry that scum

Chapter 66

After a forced fight in the hotel, the relationship between the two of them was settled.

The next day, Cong Lang packed his luggage, and entered Lan Jing's house confidently.

"Accompany me to the supermarket to do some shopping later."

Lan Jing vacated half of the closet, and Cong Lang said after hanging up his clothes one by one.

"What to buy?" Lan Jingwo yawned on the bed and asked, he was so sleepy, his back hurt, and he just wanted to sleep.

"...I'll take a look first." Cong Lang took out his phone, opened his notepad, and then went around the room, making a list of everything he needed.

"That's all for now." He waved in front of Lan Jing.

Lan Jing squinted his eyes and said, "Slippers, toothbrush, cup... don't you have all of these?"

"It's all one-off," Cong Lang picked him up from the bed, "I'm going to live here for a long time, how can I not have my things at home."

Hearing this, Lan Jing opened his half-closed eyes, took the clothes that Cong Lang handed to him, looked at him while putting them on, and said, "Hey, do you really decide to be with me?"

"Well," Cong Lang helped Lan Jing tidy up his collar, scratched his messy hair and said with a smile, "From now on, someone will cook for you, make dessert cakes, clean up the house and warm the bed, and With you every day, do you feel that you have earned money?"

Lan Jing thought for a while, then nodded solemnly.

Indeed, cheating young master Cong back is indeed a big profit.

I just don't know, how long is the shelf life of the other party's relationship?

Lan Jing stared at Cong Lang for a while, then gave up, forget it, people should cherish the present, live the present, and think so much.

There was a supermarket not far from the community where Lan Jing's family was located, and it was quite complete. Cong Lang had gone there when he was shopping for vegetables last time, so the two went there directly.

"Why do you have to buy so many pots?" Lan Jing looked at the rows on the container, what kind of soup pots, woks, steamers, casseroles, he was dazzled.

"You should use different pots for different dishes," Cong Lang followed behind him, pointing the ones he chose to the shopping guide.

The shopping guide smiled and took them down for him one by one.

"Should?" Lan Jing turned around.

Cong Lang laughed, "I haven't cooked a few meals, and I don't understand."

"Oh," Lan Jing quietly gave him a thumbs up, and said in a low voice, "What the hell, you paid for it, I thought you were a professional."

"Whatever, it will definitely be useful when you buy it back." Cong Lang picked up a lazy cookbook and said, "Our kitchen only has a steamer and a wok."

Our family?

our home?

He actually has a family, and he is still with the man in front of him who is flipping through the recipes for fools, oh, no... the recipes for lazy people.

Lan Jing suddenly felt a little subtle, feeling sweet.

After shopping, the two went upstairs with big bags and small bags. When the lock was unlocked, Lan Jing paused, turned to Cong Lang and said, "I will record your fingerprints later."

Cong Lang smiled and nodded, "Okay."

After putting everything in order, Lan Jing stood in the living room and looked around, suddenly felt that this place really felt like home.

In fact, the living room is still empty, and the light above the head is also cold and white, but because there is one more person, the feeling of entering a cage is gone.

"What are you thinking about standing here?" Seeing that Lan Jing hadn't moved for a long time, Cong Lang came over and played on his ear.

Lan Jing rubbed his nose and sat down on the sofa.

He just felt a little miraculous and a little moved.I always thought that I would die alone, but I never thought that I would have a boyfriend and live with him.

"So happy." Cong Lang sat down beside him.

Lan Jing touched his face, "Obviously?"

"The corners of the mouth are grinning to the ears." Cong Lang joked.

"Get lost." Lan Jing said.

"Is there any wine in the wine cabinet?"

"Have."

Cong Lang stood up, walked over to open the temperature-controlled wine cabinet, and whistled softly, "There are a lot of good wines."

"Of course." Lan Jing was a little proud, "It doesn't matter what I do."

Cong Lang picked a bottle from Lan Jing's collection, and came over with two red wine glasses.

"It's the first time I've seen you so happy, let's celebrate?" He raised the wine glass in his hand and asked.

Bewitched by the smile in Cong Lang's eyes, Lan Jing said, "Okay."

Lanjing's house has a small terrace. The two of them went there with wine, and the cool evening breeze blew in. Their eyes were the lights of thousands of houses in the city, and their beloved stood beside them.

Lan Jing stretched comfortably, he pulled out the cork of the wine bottle, poured himself and Cong Lang each a glass, then bowed his head and took a sip.

Cong Lang clicked his tongue, "Reckless."

"This wine needs to be sobered for at least an hour, who can wait," Lan Jing licked his lips, "What is important now is the atmosphere."

Cong Lang smiled and shook his head.

Lan Jing took another sip, smacked his lips, then poked Cong Lang with his index finger, "Hey, Brother Cong."

"Huh?" Cong Lang looked at him, every time Lan Jing called him that, his heart softened into a ball of cotton.

"You..." Lan Jing cleared his throat, "You haven't confessed to me yet, look, why don't you confess to me while the night is fine tonight, needless to say, just say that you like me become."

"I like you," Cong Lang leaned over and kissed Lan Jing's lips, licked off a little of the wine on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Lan Xiaojing, I like you."

Lan Jing stared at Cong Lang, ahed for a while, and his ears turned red slightly.

"Damn it," he sighed after taking a sip of wine, "after living for 25 years, someone finally confessed to me."

Cong Lang laughed, "Has no one confessed to you before? Those little zeros?"

Lan Jing waved his hand, "Those don't count."

"Then... what about Lei Shao?"

"...This is going to be hard, right." Lan Jing clicked his tongue.

"No, it's just pure curiosity." Cong Lang said, he was indeed just asking casually. After last night, he knew his weight in Lan Jing's heart, and Lei Shao was no longer a threat to him.

"It's not me he likes." Lan Jing pointed to his face, "His dead lover is a bit like me, you get it."

Cong Lang nodded, "Yan Yi?"

"You know." Lan Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled meaningfully, "Young Master Cong, the investigation is very thorough, I said before that you have feelings for me, but you still fucking deny it. "

"But what do you like about me?" Lan Jing stared at him in confusion, "I am useless except for my face and body. , aren't you afraid?"

When he said this, Lan Jing's expression became a little depressed, and those deep-seated inferiority complexes and fears quietly surfaced.

I am used to seeing how powerful he pretends to be on weekdays, and every time he shows a little weakness inadvertently, it makes people feel very distressed.

Cong Lang sighed, stretched out his hand to rub Lan Jing's hair, and said with a smile, "You have no confidence in yourself?"

"I like you, whether you are good or bad, good or evil, I like you," Cong Lang said softly, "I'm not afraid, and you don't have to be afraid, there is me."

With you by my side, I can resist everything.