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Chapter 69 What Did You Do To Him?

The air flowing in the tea room became slow and stagnant, and neither of the two people sitting opposite spoke first.

After a while, Lan Jing's eyes staring at the tea moved slightly, and he smiled.

"It's my fault that I didn't believe what I said. I should have admitted what Mr. Lei thought."

Lan Jing spoke very directly, and then he paused for a while, flicked the teacup with his fingertips, and said, "But if you want to kill me because of this, or get skin cramps, then I will resist."

Lan Jing smiled, "After all, I have someone I like, and he might be sad when I die."

When Lei Shao heard about it, he glanced at him, "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you."

Lan Jing's heart was not relaxed because of Lei Shao's words. If Lei Shao really didn't intend to pursue it, he wouldn't have mentioned it at all.

Having said that, this matter is not so easy to pass.

"Change tea." Lei Shao ordered.

Mu Zixing next to him immediately poured new tea for the two of them.

"Try it, the Pu'er I just got back from the auction." He said instead.

Lan Jingshi took a few sips without knowing the taste.

In the weird atmosphere, after finally finishing a cup of tea, Lan Jing couldn't sit still.

He was inexplicably flustered, always feeling that something was going to happen.

So he got up and said, "Mr. Lei, there is still some business in the bar, so I'll go back first."

"It's getting late, stay here tonight." Lei Shao said.

Not a question but an order.

Lan Jing's eyes flickered slightly, "No, someone is coming to pick me up."

"He won't come." Lei Shao said blankly.

Lan Jing's pupils shrank for a moment, and he asked in an unsteady voice, "What do you mean?"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Cong Lang's number. The other party's ring rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Lan Jing's heart sank suddenly.

He did not give up and dialed again, but this time the call did not take long.

"Lan Xiaojing," Cong Lang's voice sounded panting, as if he was running.

"Where are you, are you okay?" Lan Jing asked anxiously.

"What can I do, don't worry about me," Cong Lang said, "but I'm a little busy tonight, so I can't pick you up, you..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a violent explosion sound from the receiver.

Lan Jing's breath that was not yet relieved immediately raised his throat.

"Cong Lang? Talk!"

He yelled, and couldn't help but yelled again.

But the other end of the phone was quiet after the loud bang, and then there was a busy beeping sound.

All the strength in Lan Jing's body was exhausted following the string of busy voices. He unconsciously took two steps forward, then turned around and asked Lei Shao in a trembling voice, "What happened to him?"

At the same time, the gun in his hand was aimed at Lei Shao's eyebrows.

Mu Zixing stood in front of Lei Shao.

Lei Shao sat as motionless as a mountain, as if the murderous atmosphere around him and the black muzzle of the gun hadn't affected him in the slightest.

He only stared at Lan Jing's face with his dark eyes, and said in a calm voice, "Xiao Jing, am I too used to you?"

"What did you do to him?" Lan Jing's voice became very soft, but there was blood in his words, as if as long as Lei Shao said a word he didn't want to hear, he would violently fight with others.

"Come on!" Mu Zixing felt the danger and shouted.

The bodyguards standing guard outside immediately opened the door and entered. Seeing the situation in the tea room, they first quickly protected Lei Shao, and then put several guns equipped with silencers on Lan Jing's temple.

At this moment, Lan Jing was almost driven crazy by the uneasiness in his heart. He kicked over the low table in front of him, rushed to Lei Shao, tore his collar and asked sharply, "What did you do? Tell me he What's wrong!?"

Although Lan Jing usually has a bad temper and loves to explode, he is not an impulsive person when something happens, but the explosion became a knife hanging above his head. If something happened to Cong Lang, he would not Dare to think, his heart is completely messed up.

"Lan Jing!" Mu Zixing grabbed his hand on the trigger and said coldly, "Calm down!"

"I can't fucking calm down now!" Lan Jing pressed the muzzle of the gun against Lei Shao's jaw fiercely, and said in a serious tone, "If something happens to him, I want you to be buried with him!"

The gun had already been fired, and Lan Jing's emotions obviously began to lose control. Mu Zixing's temples were dripping with cold sweat, but Lei Shao, who was sitting upright, remained calm.

Mu Zixing grabbed Lan Jing's wrist more forcefully, and shouted again, "Lan Jing!"

The sharp pain made Lan Jing wake up a little bit, the two of them looked at each other briefly, and then Mu Zixing slashed at the back of Lan Jing's neck relentlessly with his other hand.

Lan Jing fell to the ground.

Mu Zixing snatched his gun and hurriedly squatted beside Lei Shao, "Sir, are you okay?"

Lei Shao waved his hands, straightened his collar, stood up, and took a look at the fallen Lan Jing.

"Send him to the guest room and let him go back tomorrow."

Mu Zixing nodded in response, Lei Shao left the tea room without saying anything.

Mu Zixing left two people behind to carry Lan Jing to the guest room, and then sent the others away.

When he dealt with everything and went to see Lei Shao, Lei Shao was changing clothes.

Mu Zixing didn't dare to look up at him.

"Is anyone awake?"

Mu Zixing, "Not yet."

"Let people watch, if he wants to make trouble, follow him, don't let him out." Lei Shao said.

Mu Zixing walked to the wine cabinet, took out the wine that Lei Shao had just opened, poured some into a decanter, and put it on the bar.

Lei Shao's habit is to drink before going to bed.

"What if Lan Shao wants to see you?" Mu Zixing stepped aside and asked.

Lei Shao sat down on the sofa, thought for a while and said, "No see."

Mu Zixing didn't speak any more, he stood with his hands down, the corners of his eyes

Light could see Lei Shao's firm chest between the open collar of his shirt.

His head drooped a little lower.

"What else is there?" Seeing that he was not moving, Lei Shao's eyes fell on his slightly pursed face.

Mu Zixing hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but said, "Sir, Mr. Cong..."

Lei Shao stared at him silently.

Mu Zixing knew that he had violated the rules, so he bent over and retreated.

He let out a long sigh of relief outside the door. Because of his nervousness, the medicine bottle he was holding in his hand was crushed, and the shards of glass pierced his palm. The cut flesh was throbbing and painful mixed with cold sweat.

After Lan Jing woke up, he smashed all the things in the room, and fought with the guarding bodyguards at the door. After he was kicked back to the room without taking any advantage, he unexpectedly stopped making trouble.

He waited quietly, restrained, and anxious.

Two hours later, Mu Zixing walked in.

Lan Jing stood up abruptly.

"Mister fell asleep, I'll take you out." Mu Zixing said.

Lan Jing followed him out of the room silently and coldly.

Mu Zixing said as he walked, "Young Master Cong is in Tianfeng Mountain. The master sent about [-] people to surround and kill him. I have already sent them back. As for Young Master Cong..."

Mu Zixing paused, and handed the car keys to Lan Jing, "My brother told me on the phone that he was shot and rolled down the steep slope, and no one was found..."