cry that scum

Chapter 39

Feeling that Young Master Cong was starting to make waves again, Lan Jing stopped in time and did not follow the poor-mouthed Cong.

"It's okay to hang up." He said lazily.

"When I come back, let's compete." Cong Lang said.

"Okay." Only then did Lan Jing see a hint of excitement in his eyes.

In the next few days, Lan Jing will go to the old highway in the suburbs to run-in his new car, so that the car will be in the best condition when he competes with Cong Saobao.

But a phone call once again extended the game indefinitely.

When he saw Lin Shao's caller ID, Lan Jing froze for two seconds before answering.

After so many days of no contact, he almost forgot about his nominal parents.

"Boss, what's the matter?" He sat comfortably in the car and lit a cigarette.

Lin Shao's voice came in a low voice, "Lan Jing, I want to leave City C, do you have a way?"

"Ah?" Lan Jing almost thought he didn't hear clearly.

"I'm in this apartment in the city center. Brother Dong has someone watching me. I want to leave here," Lin Shao said slowly, "Can you help me?"

Lan Jing, "..."

Is the boss finally done with his ex-boyfriend?

Lan Jing wanted to ask, but hearing that Lin Shao was in a low mood, he didn't dare to speak, and said directly, "You stay here first, I'll find a way."

Lan Jing drove to Lin Shao's apartment, and sure enough, as Lin Shao said, there were a few people downstairs who were obviously watching the guard.

Depend on!

That bastard Shang Shaodong dared to do this illegal imprisonment!

By the way, forgot to say.

Shang Shaodong is Lin Shao's ex-boyfriend.

The grievances between these two people, the entanglement of love and hatred, it is true, there is no end to it in an hour.

In short, in Lan Jing's eyes, Lin Shao is a good young master of the rich second generation, but because of this bastard surnamed Shang, his whole life is capitalized two words: miserable.

However, people live in this world, each has its own way of life, and each has its own unspeakable secrets. Lan Jing feels that he has no room to comment on others.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Lin Shao.

"Come downstairs, the white Toyota next to the garden." Lan Jing said.

Five minutes later, Lin Shao appeared downstairs, and Lan Jing frowned at that thin figure that seemed to collapse in a single blow.

He opened the door and got out of the car.

The few people who seemed to be walking around immediately surrounded Lin Shao vigilantly.

Lan Jing twisted his neck, walked over, and moved his hands without even saying hello.

Those who monitored Lin Shao didn't have good fist and kick skills, and they were almost crushed by Lan Jing unilaterally.

When those people were thrown to the ground and temporarily lost their mobility, Lan Jing dragged Lin Shao into the car, and then drove away.

After Toyota merged into the huge traffic flow, Lan Jing slowed down.

He glanced at Lin Shao next to him, and asked in the same casual tone as usual, "You look so bad? Has the surname Shang sucked your energy?"

Lin Shao didn't speak, and looked at the road outside with a gray face.

Lan Jing closed his mouth and looked ahead, and asked after a long time, "Are you really planning to leave?"

Lin Shao was born and grew up in C City, where all his pain and laughter are carried, as well as his most important people.

Lan Jing knew that Lin Shao would never leave here unless it was absolutely necessary.

But Lin Shao nodded, and then closed his eyes.

"Okay." Lan Jing also nodded.

He didn't ask Lin Shao why he was leaving, he just kept driving in silence.

From the day Lan Jing knew Lin Shao, he knew that Lin Shao had been living in the double torment of depression and pain, and he was not surprised that the other party would make such a choice today.

Just like the original self, if I can't hold on somewhere, maybe the only thing I can do is run away.

"Give me your phone number." Lan Jing suddenly stretched out his hand.

Lin Shao stared at the silent incoming calls one after another on the screen, and his fingers holding the phone turned white.

Lan Jing didn't urge him, but said, "If the phone is not turned off, he will be able to find us soon."

Lin Shao gave him the phone.

Lan Jing took it over and turned off his and Lin Shao's mobile phones.

Shang Shaodong and Cong Lang are friends, and he will definitely ask each other for help.

With Cong Lang's ability, it is easy to find someone with some extraordinary means.

So Lan Jing was extra cautious.

He thought for a while and threw the phone in the back seat of the car.

"Forget it, don't want it."

Lan Jing drove the car to the underground parking lot of a shopping mall, and then walked away with Lin Shao. He asked a passerby to borrow his mobile phone and called Mu Zixing, asking him to open a room in the hotel and get two IDs. certificate.

Shang Shaodong and Cong Lang must be frantically looking for them all over the city at this moment, Lan Jing is not in a hurry to leave, he settles down in Linshao, and quietly goes to the "Anxin" nursing home in the south of the city.

"Mr. Lan, you are here." The medical staff greeted Lan Jing politely.

Lan Jing leaned against the door of the ward, looking inside.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was lying on the hospital bed. If it wasn't for the ups and downs of the normal electric waves on the heart rate monitor, which showed that he still had signs of life, he would have looked so quiet that he was almost dead.

"How is he?" Lan Jing asked.

"Your brother's current physical indicators are normal, but there is still no sign of waking up." The medical staff regretted.

Lan Jingjing nodded, leaning against the door and watching the nurse help the boy on the hospital bed clean up carefully.

"Would you like to come in and see him?" the nurse straightened up and asked after cleaning up.

Lan Jing didn't move, and stood outside the door silently for a long time, then said, "Please take good care of him."

After all, he didn't have the courage to go in, and left the nursing home hastily after giving instructions.

Every time he came here, he had to experience a painful pain like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

Lan Jing stood under the bus stop sign with shaking hands and smoked a cigarette, then returned to the hotel by car.

Not long after he left, Cong Lang rode his motorcycle to the nursing home.

Cong Saobao never expected that as soon as he returned to City C, he heard the news that his girlfriend had kidnapped his good brother's wife.

This Lan Xiaojing is really courageous.

Shang Shaodong made it clear that he put down his harsh words, and when he caught this kid, he wanted to break his legs. Cong Lang didn't know if he would plead for mercy with this bastard because of the fact that he had slept together.

He clicked his tongue again and again as he walked inside, and unsurprisingly, he was a step late.

Afterwards, Shang Shaodong and Cong Lang used all their connections, but they still couldn't stop Lan Jing. The other party was like a slippery fish. No matter how they cast a net, Lan Jing still found a gap and ran away.

Shang Shaodong was furious like thunder, and his whole body exuded a low air pressure that would freeze people to death every day.

This result was also within Cong Lang's expectations. As far as he knew, Lan Jing had been in the army for several years and performed well. He had performed many missions and was quite capable of anti-reconnaissance.

But he also doesn't want to spoil his prestige by letting other people's ambitions destroy his prestige, so he can only persuade his brother with nice words, "Don't worry, there is always a way."

Shang Shaodong asked, "What way?"

Cong Lang then said, Lan Jing has relatives in City C, if it's really not possible, he can use them as bait to force them to come back.

It was too low-handed to do this, and both of them were silent. In the end, under the constraints of the bottom line of morality, they did not do it.

In the end, Shang Shaodong just gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Give them three months, if they don't come for three months, don't blame me!"

In fact, they didn't wait for three months. After more than two months, Lan Jing took the initiative to contact Shang Shaodong.

Because Lin Shao's condition is very bad.

Cong Lang and Shang Shaodong drove there. It was a relatively remote and quiet town not far from City C.

The two ran from morning to afternoon and arrived.

Lan Jing was squatting at the intersection, waiting for them with a dog's tail grass in his mouth.

"What about Xiaoxiao?"

Before the car stopped, Shang Shaodong rushed over and tore Lan Jing's clothes, and asked sharply.

Lan Jing unhurriedly pulled the collar back from his hand, then raised his chin, "By the lake."

Shang Shaodong ran over without saying a word.

Cong Lang got off the car, looked at Lan Jing standing there for a while, and laughed, "Long time no see."

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked in with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Cong Lang caught up and walked side by side with him.

"What, have you played enough escape games?" he asked.

Lan Jing didn't explain anything, but said, "Lin Shao's condition is not very good."

Cong Lang paused, and looked at Lan Jing thoughtfully, "You mean, if there is no problem with Lin Shao, you don't plan to go back to City C?"

Lan Jing hummed.

"But your brother, your grandparents are all in City C." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing couldn't help but look at Cong Lang, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The investigation is quite clear, Mr. Cong."

"It's easy to say." Cong Lang blinked.

Lan Jing said, "There's no need to go back, they don't need me."

If he hadn't met Lin Shao in City C, he might have left there long ago.

This was a bit too cold-blooded in Cong Lang's ears. The Lan family went bankrupt, his parents died, and his younger brother became a vegetable. It is the only spiritual comfort left.

And his younger brother who is in a vegetable state may be waiting for his elder brother to wake him up.

But Lan Jing said they didn't need him.

The family and the beautiful young master Cong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and his eyes darkened.

When Lan Jing brought Cong Lang into the other courtyard that he and Lin Shao rented, the smiling expression had returned to Cong Lang's face.

He stood at the door and looked around, appreciating, "The environment is good."

"Lin Shao likes this place very much, I rented it for a while longer." Lan Jing said.

As he spoke, he went upstairs, took off the clothes that Shang Shaodong tore, and prepared to change into a new one.

Cong Lang, who was following up, hugged him from behind, put his lips next to his ear and smiled softly, "Honey, seduce me when we first met, are you in such a hurry?"

"Trick me!" Lan Jing jumped away, stared at Cong Lang with squinted eyes, and said, "What? Without me, you will be suffocated to death, Mr. Cong?"

"Don't say it, it's really a bit." Cong Lang said with a smile.

"That's fine," Lan Jing moved his wrist, "It's agreed before, let's have a fight, come on?"

Cong Lang laughed, "Do you still remember?"

Lan Jing snorted, and his stance was already in place.

Cong Lang had no choice but to sigh, to fight first, and then eat Lan Xiaojing.