cry that scum

Chapter 80 Jealous

On the day Lei Shao sent someone to send invitations to Cong Lang, Lan Jing happened to bring someone to Lan Ye.

He said that Young Master Cong stayed at home every day, afraid of getting bored, so he took him out to let the wind go.

But Cong Lang felt that it was fake for this kid to let go, and it was true that he deliberately made fun of him.

Because that bastard Lan Jing pushed his wheelchair to the door of the bar and left it alone, walked in and sat at the front desk by himself, but he was surrounded by a group of hollers.

"Young Master Cong, what happened to your leg?!"

"Wow, will Young Master Cong stand up in the future?"

"Woooooo, whoever broke my husband's leg, I want my dad to kill him!"

"It's okay. Husband's left leg is disabled. As long as the middle leg is fine, I can sit on it and move by myself."

……

Cong Lang rubbed his temples, his brain hurt from being quarreled by a group of boys talking nonsense, and he didn't know that he was so popular among them if he didn't get hurt.

"It's not broken here," Cong Lang said with a smile while avoiding a hand touching his crotch, "the leg is not broken, it will be fine in a few days, thank you for your concern, and," he pointed to the front desk, " My wife is over there, don't bark."

"Who?!" All the little zeros turned their heads and stared at the front desk. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but someone actually gave a compliment to Mr. Cong, who was handsome, flamboyant, handsome, and looked like a scumbag ?

How can this be tolerated?A group of Xiaolings were full of resentment and anger, their eyes were like little fire-breathing monsters, as if anyone would admit it, they would pounce on them collectively and tear them apart.

Cong Shao belongs to everyone, why should you monopolize it!

Lan Jing, "..."

He suddenly regretted leaving him there.

Lan Jing silently put down his cup, intending to run away first, but the voice of young master Cong came from behind very clearly, "Lan Xiaojing, you broke my certificate and even wore my ring. Now I'm disabled. You don't care about me anymore?"

How aggrieved and aggrieved the voice is.

Everyone, "..."

who?Who did Young Master Cong call just now?

Lan Jing turned around stiffly, and saw the gazes of a group of Xiaolings turn from anger to shock, from shock to indescribable, and finally they all came back to their senses, the expressions on their faces ranged from jealousy to numbness. , Some are picky, some are crying...

Lan Jing was afraid that someone would rush up to fight him in the next second, so he hurried over and pushed Cong Lang over under the gaze of more than a dozen X-ray-like eyes.

"What are you shouting for?" He lowered his voice and shouted at Cong Lang.

Cong Lang turned his head and kissed him on the cheek.

Someone behind saw this scene and burst into tears, and ran out of the bar wiping away tears.

"Are you satisfied now?" Cong Lang asked with a smile, the two were very close to each other while talking, and their warm breath caressed each other's face.

Lan Jing's ears were hot, and he didn't dodge it. In full view of everyone, he pressed his face to Cong Lang's and said, "What am I satisfied with?"

Cong Lang stared at him, smiling without saying a word.

Feeling that his thoughts were seen through by the other party, Lan Jing's eyes wandered and he did not meet his gaze.

"In the future, if you are jealous, tell me directly. How long have you been bored? This is sour." Cong Lang said with a smile.

Lan Jing snorted, but said nothing.

The two walked to the innermost booth, Cong Lang pulled the handbrake to fix the wheelchair, and then pulled Lan Jing to sit on his lap.

"Hey!" Lan Jing struggled, but did not dare to sit down, "What kind of trick are you playing? What if you crush it?"

"No, you're the only one who weighs."

Cong Lang smiled and told him to sit down, then stared into Lan Jing's eyes and asked, "Are you jealous?"

Lan Xiaojing has always liked hard-talking ducks, but in the face of being exposed, she will admit it generously.

"You have too many people thinking about you." He said sullenly for a long time.

"I have nothing to do with those people, and that Xiao Rui who snatched from you before, I didn't really like him, just to tease you." Cong Lang said softly.

"I know." Lan Jing said, but he just felt uncomfortable.

In the early days, Cong Lang was not a frequent visitor to this bar, he only came here for a drink with Shang Shaodong occasionally, and later he found Lan Jing very interesting, so he often came here to sit for a while.

He has an outstanding appearance, and even if he doesn't deliberately show off, he can make people see that he has a rich family at a glance, so he has attracted the attention of many small zeros.

At first, many people came to his side, secretly wanting to have sex with him or develop a romantic relationship, but Cong Lang looks romantic on the surface, but in fact he doesn't like to flirt with people.

However, every time he refuses, it doesn't make the Xiaolings retreat. On the contrary, his popularity in the circle is getting higher and higher, because he has brought out his scumbag qualities to the fullest, and the rejection and rejection make people feel like a spring breeze, and life is not good. complain.

There are even quite a few people who are devoted to him because of this, desperately waiting for this scumbag to look back at them.

Cong Lang may not know that there is also his fan group here, and the two male waiters from the Blue Night Bar are inside.

Lan Jing accidentally caught a glimpse tonight, and their group name is very simple and rude: Pajama Cong Shao!

The vests of the group members are even more eye-catching, such as "I untie the belt for the sake of the younger brother", "Mr. Cong played 69 with me", "Hold the X of Mr. Cong"...

If it was Lan Jing before, when he saw these things, he would definitely send them to Cong Lang with great interest, and then tease him with sarcasm, but now the relationship between the two has changed, and he felt inexplicable when he saw these things. It's a little uncomfortable.

My man, why are you so lewd.

Lan Jingqi ordered two of his employees to quit the group with a humming voice, and deducted 100 yuan from each of them for not doing a good job while playing on their mobile phones at work.

After abusing the boss's monopoly, not only was he not relieved, but the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. Lan Jing poured down two big cups with a dark face, and there were several little friends at the next table discussing why Cong Lang hadn't come all this time. I really want to talk about him and things like that.

Lan Jing put the cup in his hand heavily on the table, got up and left the bar.

When the feelings for a person change, the position in the heart also changes.

He used to think that Cong Lang was so romantic, he didn't know how long he could be with him, and he was ready to lose him at any time.

But now, he didn't dare to think what would happen to him if Cong Lang left him one day?

Want to monopolize that person, want to hide that person, want to lock that person up.

Lan Jing didn't know when his possessiveness became so terrible, he walked slowly from the bar to the door of the house, his face was still gloomy, and he had to lean against the wall to smoke a cigarette first.

Then he rubbed his face, put away his unhappiness, walked in and said very happily to Cong Lang who was chatting with people on WeChat, "Lan Ye is very lively tonight, I will push you to go out for a while."

He just wanted to see if Cong Lang would be able to appease everyone with ease in the face of the many peach blossoms who threw himself into his arms, but the other party's reaction was completely beyond his expectations.

He just announced their relationship so generously.

"So, are you satisfied with my performance today?" Cong Lang asked with a smile in his eyes.

Lan Jing curled his lips and said proudly, "It's not bad."