cry that scum

Chapter 21

Caught off guard and took a mouthful of dog food, Lan Jing was stunned, then smiled, "Did he promise you?"

"If you promise, you won't be called your sweetheart anymore." Cong Lang said.

Right.

Lan Jing nodded and said, "Then you go on," then turned around and found a seat to sit down.

Cong Lang also looked away from the screen and asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

"Just the cake you gave me earlier." Lan Jing said, the blueberry cheese flavor is delicious.

Cong Lang said, "That will have to wait a while."

He took out a box of cookies from the fresh-keeping cabinet, put them on a plate, and brought them to Lan Jing, and ground him a cup of hot coffee, "Eat something first, and I'll make it for you."

Lan Jing was a little surprised, "You did that?"

Cong Lang blinked and smiled, "What do you think? Do you want to come and watch me do it?"

Lan Jing thought for a while, took a piece of coffee in his mouth and followed Cong Lang to the back kitchen.

He leaned against the door of the kitchen, and felt a little novel when he watched Cong Lang fasten his apron and start getting materials.

When Cong Lang was cooking food, his appearance was different from his usual appearance, as if the apron had completely concealed all the evil spirits in his body, and there was a different kind of gentleness in the lowered eyebrows and eyes.

He skillfully put the biscuits into a food bag and crushed them with a rolling pin, set up a pot to melt the butter, and quickly started making sour cream while waiting...

A certain string of Lan Jing couldn't help plucking lightly.

From his point of view, he can see the opponent's slender legs, thin waist, steady and powerful arms, and the graceful neck above...

Lan Jing's gaze moved upwards slowly, swept across the other's slightly pursed lips and the bridge of the nose, and then stopped on the tear mole under the corner of the eye.

In his eyes, Cong Lang has always been a dangerous, frivolous and very unscrupulous dandy, but at this moment he suddenly felt that the man in the apron under the kitchen light... had a different kind of charm.

"Am I pretty?" Cong Lang suddenly turned around and smiled.

Lan Jing suddenly came back to his senses. He was a little surprised that he had such an idea just now, but his face remained calm, and he just said, "Is it good to eat? I'm very hungry, hurry up!"

This cover-up is actually not very clever, at least with Cong Lang's keenness, he can see it.

But Lan Jing didn't give him a chance to tease him, so he turned around and left the kitchen.

The cake was ready in 10 minutes, and after another hour in the refrigerator, Cong Lang said it was ready to eat.

He specially made a creamy and creamy fat cat for it, lying lazily on his stomach with his beard curled up, his appearance is very vivid.

He was just about to say to Lan Jing, "Does this one look like you?"

Before the words could be spoken, Lan Jing bit off the cat's head with a very heroic groan.

Cong Lang, "..."

When eating the cake, Lan Jing didn't use a spoon at all, just like in the bar, he just caught his mouth when he held it, but his eating image was not ugly at all, on the contrary, he felt that the food in his hand tasted very delicious, which made people look at it Everyone is hungry.

There was cream on Lan Jing's lips, Cong Lang couldn't help reaching out to wipe it off with his thumb, this action was too intimate, both of them were startled after doing it, and then Cong Lang sucked the cream into his mouth as if nothing had happened.

Lan Jing's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips slightly. He didn't say anything, just lowered his head and continued to eat.

Cong Lang found out that Lan Jing liked and could eat sweets, so he was about to finish eating a large piece of cake, so he touched Lan Jing's waist with his hand as if consciously, and then mouthed Asked, "You eat so much, how do you maintain your figure?"

He happened to touch the sensitive spot on Lan Jing's waist. Lan Jing's body froze suddenly, and then he glared at Cong Lang coolly, "Is there no one to treat you because of your habit of using hands as soon as you talk?"

Cong Lang shrugged innocently, then sighed pretentiously, "I have my own thoughts with my hand, and when I see someone I like, I can't help but want to flirt."

Lan Jing, "...Chop it up, I don't like it."

"No way," Cong Lang blinked ambiguously, "You were so hard when it touched you that day."

This bastard always likes which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted. Lan Jing's face darkened instantly, but he burst out laughing after a few seconds. His voice was obviously mocking and asked Cong Lang, "Hey, aren't you Do you have a sweetheart? Are you still teasing others like this? "

"It's not that I haven't caught up yet," Cong Lang said with a smile, "If I haven't caught up, he and I are two free individuals, we can do whatever we want."

"Besides," Cong Lang tilted his head back, leaned back on the chair and sighed, "I've been chasing him for ten years, and I haven't made any progress yet."

"It deserves it." Lan Jing snorted.

After eating, it was almost dawn outside, Lan Jing stretched contentedly, and told Cong Lang that he was leaving.

Cong Lang said, "I'll see you off."

Lan Jing refused, saying that he wanted to go for a run to exercise his body.

It's quite a distance from the south of the city to the north of the city, but Cong Lang didn't insist. He just sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his hands on his chin, and looked at the back of Lan Jing who was about to leave. Think less, follow me, and I will talk to Boss Lei."

When Lan Jing heard this, he didn't look back, he just smiled and raised the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and waved it, there's no way to stop thinking about it.