cry that scum

Chapter 27

The man's tone almost made Lan Jing think that he met another Cong Lang, who was also glib and annoying.

His face was indifferent, and he turned his head, completely ignoring the invitation of the person in front of him.

The man didn't back down, instead he took a step forward, passing Lan Jing's safe distance all at once.

Lan Jing's eyes suddenly sank, and just as he was about to make a move, he bumped into a person unexpectedly.

The man's reaction speed was very fast, and he quickly dodged to dodge, but the large group that bumped into him couldn't stop due to inertia, and fell straight to the ground in a daze.

"what--"

The man waved his arms in a hurry, hugged the waist of the person closest to him in a hurry, and then knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Huh, it's so dangerous..."

Fortunately, fortunately, it didn't ruin his tens of billions worth of face.

Yan Kun heaved a sigh of relief in shock, his whole little heart was beating non-stop.

"Let go."

Suddenly, a cold but somewhat familiar voice sounded from above his head.

Yan Kun jumped again in fright, raised his head subconsciously, and was about to say, "I'm sorry!" But suddenly his nose touched something, and the words he had just spoken stopped abruptly.

When he hugged Lan Jing because of conditioned reflex, he held him tight. When he raised his head, his face next to Lan Jing's thigh immediately rubbed against his crotch.

When Yan Kun realized that the soft spot his nose just touched was which part of the other party, he was so nervous that he blushed now.

He jumped up from the ground like a ignited kicker, and then ran out of the crowd in a panic.

"Are you okay?" the man asked.

Lan Jing had the same expression from the beginning to the end. He cast a cold glance at Yan Kun who had fled, then turned his head and glanced at the person standing next to him again, and then left the edge of the dance floor with an indifferent expression.

Xia Yin stood where he was, looking at Lan Jing's back, his deep-set eyes were shining with hunting light.

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After the dinner, Nuo Da's Lei House fell into silence again.

Lan Jing sat across from Lei Shao, a palm-sized cake and two bowls of longevity noodles were placed on the table between them.

The happy birthday song was played in a loop in the room, the rhythm was very light and soft.

Lan Jing remembered that it was the same situation last year, and he felt that this was not in line with Lei Shao's style.

But tonight he probably understood that someone must have prepared all this for him on Lei Shao's birthday, and after the other party left, Lei Shao still kept this habit.

The man who lives in memory is the most pitiful.

But Lan Jing felt that Mu Zixing who stood silently in the shadow of the light was even more pitiful.

Having known Mu Zixing for three years, he can still see the forbearing love in the other's eyes. He doesn't believe that Lei Shao, who brought him by his side since childhood, can't see it.

But this is a matter between the two of them, Lan Jing consciously has no position to comment.

"Eat noodles." Lei Shao said.

Lan Jing smiled and asked the same question as last year, "I eat too?"

As expected, Lei Shao still didn't answer. Some things were secrets between him and his old friends, and he might not want to share them with others.

But Lan Jing still asked, calmly reminding Lei Shao that although he looks similar to a certain person, he is not that person.

Lei Shao should also understand this, and he emphasized it again, "Eat noodles."

He needs Lan Jing to be silent, only when he lowers his eyebrows and eyes in silence, he looks like another person in his memory.

After eating the longevity noodles, Lei Shao cut the cake, he and Lan Jing shared half of it.

Lan Jing held the cake, and opened his mouth to bite, which is his habit all along, but Lei Shao handed him a silver spoon.

Lan Jing said no.

Lei Shao's eyes darkened imperceptibly, but he didn't say anything.

A simple birthday celebration finally came to an end after half an hour. Mu Zixing turned off the music and asked someone to remove the cups and plates from the table.

Lan Jing was full, he casually loosened his neckline, thinking that it was time for him to leave.

But before he opened his mouth, there was a sudden hotness in his body.

Having been immersed in sensual venues for many years, Lan Jing immediately knew what his body's reaction represented.

His eyes changed a few times, and finally stood up abruptly, his lazy demeanor suddenly changed, and he stared coldly at the human being in front of him, "Mr. Lei, is it not kind to do this?"