cry that scum

Chapter 82 My Brother, Stupid

Today's weather is very good, and it is rare that there is not much damp and cool air in the late autumn night.

Lan Jing pushed Cong Lang forward, this place was not far from Lan Ye, and they didn't drive when they came here.

"How did you talk to Lei Shao? Did he really let me go in the future?"

"Well, I said that Lan Xiaojing is now a man in his own right, a married man, with my Cong family's cub in his stomach, no matter how entangled he is, it won't sound good to the public.

Cong Lang said solemnly, "Boss Lei thought that he couldn't afford to wear such a high hat, so he gave up."

"Crap," Lan Jing snorted, "Mu Zixing told me, he said you messed up Lei Shao's business, and Lei Shao had no choice but to bow his head to you."

"It's not me who messed up his business, but my cousin. I just asked him for a favor." Cong Lang laughed.

Lan Jing took out an apple from the teahouse and took a bite out of his pocket, then handed it to Cong Lang, and asked curiously, "What exactly does your family do?"

He seemed to have found a very powerful backer for himself by mistake.

All Lei Shao's overseas business has been destroyed in such a short period of time. The relationship in this person's hands is really...

Lan Jing clicked his tongue twice, Master Cong was indeed a rich and powerful second generation, and he couldn't be offended.

"You want to know when I'll take you home to see." Cong Lang smiled as he took a bite of an apple in Lan Jing's hand.

Lan Jing didn't make a sound, chewing on the apple with puffy cheeks, and said after a while, "I still won't go."

"Huh?" Cong Lang looked up, glanced at Lan Jing, wiped off the apple juice from the corner of his mouth, sucked it in his mouth, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, my family is very good, they will like you very much .”

"Really?" Lan Jing was a little unconvinced, "You fucker, they don't want to break your legs and mine?"

Lan Jing pointed to himself and Cong Lang, "Most families don't like children like this, right? Besides, your family seems to have mines and a 'world' to inherit. I will let you die, but your family still treats me good?"

Cong Lang was amused by Lan Jing's look of you just telling me you're lying, he propped his forehead and smiled for a long time before saying, "I didn't expect you to be quite conservative."

"My family has known my sexuality for a long time. Grandparents and grandparents don't mind if I marry a man or a woman home, even if it's a transvestite, as long as I like it."

"What about your parents?" Lan Jing asked.

Cong Lang was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head to avoid Lan Jing's gaze and said, "My dad is gay himself."

Lan Jing opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Ah? Then you are..."

"Surrogate pregnancy," Cong Lang said, "my dad was not interested in women by nature, but when he was young, he had a brain twitch, and seeing children was fun, so he found a beautiful Asian woman to carry a surrogate, and when I was born, he Only then did I realize that the children who had fun were other people’s children, while my own was crying and making noises, and I couldn’t bear it at all, so I was left to be raised by my grandparents.”

Tsk tsk, it turns out that he is also a child who has neither father nor mother love, Lan Jing's sympathy suddenly overflowed, he patted Cong Lang's head, "Be good, my brother will love you from now on."

Cong Lang laughed and let him mess up his hair. In fact, besides not being able to raise children, Lao Shu treated him very well and was a competent and good father, but he enjoyed the way Lan Jing cared for him and comforted him. Neither was explained.

"Hey, your hair is so easy to touch." Lan Jing scratched vigorously again.

Cong Lang sighed, pulled Lan Jing over, and buried his face in his stomach.

For a moment just now, he really wanted to tell Lan Jing who his father was.

But reason still suppressed this impulse.

He clearly knows that the more he hides this hidden danger, the more uncontrollable it may become when the truth breaks out in the future, but he has no choice. Up to now, he still doesn't dare.

Every time Lan Jing wakes up from a nightmare, he can clearly see the pain and helplessness in the eyes of the other party, and he can also see the deep hatred surging.

The longer the time, the more he knew, and the deeper his relationship with Lan Jing, the more he couldn't speak, and he couldn't stab the bruised Lan Jing again.

Lan Jing is so afraid of losing himself, he hugs himself so tightly in the dark night, how dare he?

"Hey, isn't it, are you going to cry?" Seeing that Cong Lang didn't move for a while, Lan Jing asked with some uncertainty, and then hurriedly said, "Let me tell you, I don't know how to coax people, and I didn't bring any Paper."

Cong Lang said nothing.

Lan Jing was a little panicked, "Are you really going to cry? Well, I'm to blame for this. If I had known that your background was so pitiful, I shouldn't have exposed your scars."

Lan Jing touched his pocket, and there was nothing but a cigarette case and a lighter, "But I really didn't bring any paper, why don't I cry when I don't get home? Otherwise, you will have snot and tears later, and there will be people coming and going on the road." In the past, it will damage the image of your Young Master Cong."

"Lan Xiaojing, shut up." Cong Lang couldn't help but raised his head, the haze that was originally full of sorrow and lingering in his heart was washed away by this kid's gag.

Seeing that there were no tears on his face, Lan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "You didn't cry, you scared me."

"I'm not the one who likes to cry." Cong Lang said with a pointed smile.

"Get out!" Lan Jing snorted.

He pushed Cong Lang to continue walking, the main road came and went, and the pedestrians on the side of the road either walked in a hurry or took a stroll in the courtyard and passed them.

Occasionally, one or two eyes would quickly pass over them.

Lan Jing smiled, he used to walk alone among the crowds, watching them cry, laugh, see the various expressions on their faces, see their ups and downs.

He envied that everyone's steps had a final destination, but he didn't.

At that time, he was a ghost wandering in the complicated world.

And Cong Lang pulled him back to the world.

"What are you thinking?" Cong Lang asked suddenly.

"I was thinking, you're a fucking angel."

Cong Lang, "...are you scolding me or praising me?"

"Praise," Lan Jing pushed the wheelchair forward, then put his hands on his mouth and shouted, "Master Cong is a cute little angel."

Passers-by looked over one after another.

Cong Lang controlled the wheelchair running forward, and was about to turn around to ask Lan Jing what he was going to do, when he heard this sentence, he was choked to death by his saliva.

Lan Jing ran over happily after shouting, like a child.

Facing the sideways glances of passers-by, he grinned very calmly and explained, "My brother, silly, just kidding him."

Cong Lang, "..."

They were so good looking, they turned out to be a fool. Under several regretful eyes, the two walked away slowly. The streetlights stretched their shadows for a very long time, and finally overlapped.

A firework suddenly exploded on the huge LCD screen of a high-rise building in the distance, and the words "Wish you all a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance" immediately jumped on it.

Lan Jing and Cong Lang couldn't help but pause when they were joking. He raised his head, looked at the festive red eyes, and murmured in a low voice, "It's Mid-Autumn Festival."

And the death day of his adoptive parents is the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival.