cry that scum

Chapter 46 do you like me

Cong Lang found Lan Jing on a bench in the bamboo forest.

The other party was lying on his arm, eyes closed, with a bamboo leaf in his mouth, lazily basking in the sun.

He approached and bent down, silently looking at Lan Jing.

"Stare at one hundred per second," Lan Jing opened his eyes, and said indifferently, "You're blocking my light."

Cong Lang immediately turned over [-] to Lan Jing.

"One hundred seconds first." He said with a smile.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, pushed him away, and sat up, "Are you bored again?"

Cong Lang sat down next to him with the corner of his mouth curled up, "I just came to see if Master Lan hid himself and cried secretly."

Lan Jing glared at him, and then laughed, "Are you leaving? Or is it time for dinner?"

"Second uncle's butler's craftsmanship is pretty good. Let's go after eating." Cong Lang looked at him and teased, "Have you finished crying? Let's go eat after crying."

"Get lost!" Lan Jing kicked him.

Cong Lang smiled and stood up, patted his pants, and walked away unsteadily.

"Hurry up, you'll have to lick the plate if it's too late."

Listening to his voice, Lan Jing folded his arms behind his head, raised his head and smiled silently at the blue sky above his head.

Cong Lang is indeed a good player in the game Huacong, and his EQ is not generally high.

He didn't specifically avoid mentioning what happened in the musical instrument room before, pretending that nothing happened, and didn't pursue it further.

Instead, he picked out the fact that he cried in a teasing way, and calmly helped him resolve the embarrassment and embarrassment in his heart.

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The four of them didn't leave the second uncle's house until the evening.

Cong Lang rode a motorcycle and took Lan Jing down the mountain first.

When he arrived at the city center, Lan Jing asked him to find a random place to put himself down.

Cong Lang didn't listen, he drove the car to a supermarket and stopped, then got out of the car and put his arms around Lan Jing's shoulder and said, "Wait, don't go."

Lan Jing shook off his hand, squinted at him and asked, "Why?"

"Buy a condom." Cong Lang smiled, let go of Lan Jing, and strode into the supermarket.

Lan Jing stood beside the locomotive, twitching the corners of his mouth speechlessly. He wondered if there was any serious business in Master Cong's mind every day besides the dirty stuff like Xiasanlu?

Cong Lang bought things very quickly, and walked out of it within a few minutes.

"Not the imported brand you like." Cong Lang shook the black box in his hand and asked Lan Jing, "Is this okay?"

There were a lot of people coming in and out of the supermarket, Lan Jing quickly grabbed the box and put it in his pocket, then lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy?"

"Anyway, no one knows us." Cong Lang looked around and said with a smile.

He handed the bag in his hand to Lan Jing, and then stepped onto the motorway, "Go, I'll take you to my house."

"Why are you going to your house? Find a hotel nearby..." Lan Jing said while looking into the bag. When he saw the contents clearly, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly. The words broke in his throat.

The bag contained potatoes, beef brisket, cabbage, flour, and various seasonings.

Lan Jing's heart beat faster uncontrollably, a guess was about to come out, he wanted to ask, but he held back.

"After leaving Lan Xiaojing, the traffic police uncle is coming to post the ticket." Cong Lang urged.

Only then did Lan Jing get on the locomotive.

When he got home, Cong Lang took out all the ingredients.

"I asked. The potato and beef brisket noodles you mentioned earlier are very good. When I make them, try to see if they taste the same as the ones you used to eat."

He was really made for me, Lan Jing thought to himself.

Then he thought, the taste must be different, he had already forgotten how he felt when he ate that bowl of noodles, but it was definitely different from this moment.

"Don't you know how to cook?" he asked, his voice tense.

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I have strong hands-on ability, so I can learn it."

He cut the beef brisket into pieces, soaked it in cold water according to the method taught by his aunt at home, then blanched it, added seasonings and stir-fried...

Like making desserts, Cong Lang cooks very fast, and he doesn't look like a novice at all.

When Lan Jing was staring at his busy back in a daze, he had already put the fried beef brisket into the casserole, and then turned on a low heat to simmer.

The strong smell of meat radiated from the kitchen, Cong Lang tasted the saltiness, covered the casserole, then cleaned his hands, and rushed over to pick up Lan Jing.

"Fuck!" Lan Jing was taken aback, and immediately said angrily, "Are you looking for a beating?"

"Baby, you will eat later, and now I will eat you."

Cong Lang smiled and threw Lan Jing on the single sofa.

Just as Lan Jing was about to turn around, Cong Lang held him down and ordered, "Kneel on top."

Being backward is a very shameful gesture, Lan Jing doesn't want to do it, but Cong Lang likes it.

Normally, one has to wait until halfway through the affair, when Lan Jing is completely dominated by desire, before she cooperates particularly obediently. .

But tonight, Lan Jing just glanced at Cong Lang, then reached out to take off his pants, unbuttoned his shirt, and knelt on the sofa obediently.

The white shirt slid down from his shoulders, revealing the beautiful lines from the nape of the neck to the shoulder blades. The hem of the shirt covered the heels of his legs, covering all important parts.

This instead makes him full of charm and enchantment.

Cong Lang licked his dry lips, and went to change the light in the room to a darker warm yellow.

Lan Jing's exposed white and delicate skin immediately looked like a well-painted glaze.

Cong Lang got close to him, sucked his earlobe and breathed hotly, "Baby, you are so sexy."

Lan Jing frowned, "Are you fucking coming?"

"Wait, I'm going to find something, I forgot to buy lubricant." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing knelt with his butt facing Cong Lang, and his surname Cong kept moaning, his ears were red, and he turned his head angrily, "If you talk too much, get out!"

Cong Lang smiled and said, "Then I'll come in."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lan Jing snorted.

Cong Lang patted his butt, "I just like the way Lan Shao speaks hard now, and then cries and begs for mercy later."

The ambiguous noise in the living room subsided after an hour and a half. Cong Lang hurriedly cleaned the battlefield, then went to the bathroom to take a combat shower, and then ran back to look after his casserole.

The brisket was almost stewed, and Cong Lang cut the potatoes into small pieces and put them in.

Then he scooped a bowl of wheat flour out of the flour bag, mixed some buckwheat noodles into it, and started kneading the noodles.

When Lan Jing packed up and sat down at the dining table, Cong Lang had just finished the first big dish he made by himself.

The rich flavor of potato sirloin is mixed with noodles soaked in gravy, just looking at it will whet your appetite.

Lan Jing just smelled that smell, and his nose felt a little sore. He held the chopsticks and paused for a long time before taking a mouthful of rice tremblingly.

"Is it delicious?" Cong Lang asked.

Blue Point nodded.

Cong Lang smiled and scooped the rest into a bowl for himself.

After eating, Lan Jing lazily leaned on the balcony and smoked while watching the night scene outside. Cong Lang also came over after washing the pot.

"Give me one."

"It's gone." Lan Jing threw the empty cigarette case that was crumpled into a ball to him.

Cong Lang directly took the cigarette from his mouth and took two puffs.

Lan Jing looked at him and suddenly called out, "Young Master Cong."

Cong Lang looked at him.

Lan Jing curled his lips, facing the cool night wind, he asked the question that he had been wanting to ask all day, "Have you fallen in love with me?"