scapegoat

The cold air struck, and in the blink of an eye, City C in late October seemed to have entered the beginning of winter.

For a long period of time, Lang Zhongming was very busy. Hongsheng was planning to launch a new wave of real estate before the year. It was still early before the Chinese New Year, but preparations had already begun.

In contrast, Xiao Yang is much more relaxed, and even started to improve the data organization system he is using now.

However, Lang Zhongming was the year of the tiger and wolf after all, and he thought badly after not touching meat for more than a week.

It just so happened that his college roommate Qiu Ran returned to China, and both of them were unwilling to be lonely, so they made a date with some friends for wine and meat, and they were ready to make a fuss.

This Qiu Ran has a strong background. Within three generations of his family, he was either rich or noble. Everyone in the circle buys him face, and people before and after call him "Young Master Qiu".

Qiu Ran is a person who can play well, and as soon as Lang Zhongming mixes with him, he can easily take off his pretentious disguise and completely become a playboy who can be called a social cancer.

This day Qiu Shao and Lang Zhongming played a game together and went to a high-end club to have fun.

Qiu Shao brought a new "little sweetheart" here, and Lang Zhongming dragged Xiao Yang along, thinking that he hadn't played for a long time, so it happened to be fun together today.

During the banquet, a few young people got drunk and started to jump up and down to mess around.

That Young Master Qiu played with the person he brought with him until he knelt on the ground and couldn't get up. You didn't feel that it was enough, so he yelled to call MB.

Lang Zhongming smiled: "Isn't there a ready-made one that hasn't moved?"

As he said that, he pulled out Xiao Yang who had not even touched a drop from the corner, and pushed him to the middle of the crowd, where the ball of light illuminated him the brightest.

What Qiu Ran did just now was irritating Xiao Yang, and he has been sensitive recently, and now he is stared at by a group of wolves, tigers and leopards, his heart beats wildly, and the tips of his ears are already red.

Lang Zhongming laughed: "Come on, drink, you have a drink, I'll give you 100, how about it?"

A group of people on the side booed: "Mr. Lang is too petty, how dare you take 100~"

Lang Zhongming waved his hand: "Then how about 100 for a drink from the front mouth and 1000 for a drink from the back mouth, with no cap?"

As soon as this remark came out, the whole place was jubilant, these were small money, but Xiao Yang had an obvious reaction when he heard Lang Zhongming say this, which made the restlessness spread in the crowd.

Only Xiao Yang's heart was as cold as falling into an ice cave.

The people who had drunk too much saw him standing still, and didn't care whether it was appropriate for the people brought by Mr. Lang to be handled by them, so they swarmed up to "help".

In the chaos, someone was pouring wine and someone was undressing him. Xiao Yang looked at Lang Zhongming, who gave him a comforting smile.

He knew he couldn't escape.

Xiao Yang was forced to down several glasses of wine, and he could vaguely hear someone counting the number of glasses.

What happened next got even more out of control.

Xiao Yang vaguely saw Lang Zhongming's happy smiling face, and didn't understand why this child who was like an angel at the beginning became what he is now.

Lang Zhongming deep in his memory is very soft-hearted, sensible and caring.

When did all this start to be different?

Sometimes Xiao Yang even felt that the little bit of affection he had for this person that he shouldn't have had led to today's bad results.

Otherwise, why let him bear all the pain?

He tried to relax himself, hoping to reduce the pain, but then he couldn't hold it anymore, and the wine he poured into the back began to spurt out reflexively, which was beyond his control.

"Mr. Lang, this brat is no good~"

Xiao Yang looks so young, I'm afraid this group of people can't see that he is already 30.

Lang Zhongming came over with a strong sense of oppression: "I never liked □□, it's better to have the original taste. Besides, it's obvious that the way you feed it is wrong, how can you blame him for being ignorant? Let me do it."

Xiao Yang's whole body was shocked, and all his muscles were tensed.

There was not much wine left, and it was quickly drained amidst everyone's cheers.

Lang Zhongming happily took out his wallet, and stuffed all the cash in it into Xiao Yang's messy pocket.

"Turn around and order, I'll make up for what's missing. Be good, sit down and drink."

Xiao Yang was supported and sat back in his original position, and continued to be given alcohol.

He has a good capacity for alcohol, and Lang Quan also intentionally trained him to protect his son from alcohol when he was in Lang's family, and the amount of alcohol they use to play with him now will certainly not make him lose his mind.

But his sober consciousness made him feel his own shame even more.

Xiao Yang was so tormented that he was about to die. After the alcohol came up, his whole body was limp and weak, so he could barely lean on the sofa.

Lang Zhongming started playing again. He sat there alone, watching them singing, laughing and cursing, drunk with money, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his consciousness began to blur.

In the end, Xiao Yang was dragged out with Lang Zhongming's arms around his waist, and returned to the car.

Xiao Yang could no longer control his tear glands, and his wet face was begging pitifully, wanting Lang Zhongming to let him go.

Lang Zhongming was still in high spirits, how could he pity him?

The coaxing tone magnified infinitely in the narrow space in the car, and the ambiguity made Xiao Yang even more unbearable, and he couldn't stop moving his body.

Lang Zhongming chuckled helplessly: "You... If you can't help it, you can solve it by yourself first, and don't get it on the car."

The obviously malicious pampering in his tone made Xiao Yang blush, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Xiao Yang's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he barely endured the trembling, and finally reached the outside of Lang's house.

Lang Zhongming couldn't bear it anymore, he picked him up roughly, walked into the house without even locking the car, and didn't care that Lang Zhongjin and Xiaofeng were still talking in the hall, just walked straight through and entered his bedroom .

"Uh-"

The uncontrollable cry disappeared into the apple that Lang Zhongming stuffed into his mouth.

"Take it easy, don't disturb Grandpa again."

The saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth and the muffled sound seemed to add to Mr. Lang's enjoyment, until Xiao Yang's jaw, which was sore from biting the apple, could no longer bear it, and the apple fell to the ground with a bang, and the sweet water smelled of alcohol The stain soaked through the neckline and front of the chest.

"You performed well today. Everyone had a good time. You are also tired. Let's do this first. If you want to continue tomorrow." Lang Zhongming "considerately" put on his suit pants and zipped them up again, "Today Sleep in my room tonight, don't go back."

How could Xiao Yang dare to stay in the devil's territory, he stood up with force, and walked out with the help of the wall.

At this moment, he didn't care about Shanglang Zhongming's ugly face because of his disobedience, and only felt admiration for his growing endurance.

Back in his warm room, Xiao Yang went into the toilet to flush, but the smell of alcohol was so strong that he couldn't flush it clean for a while.

Just like the dirty things on his body, they are washed away by water on the surface, but they are actually embedded in the skin, and will haunt him for a lifetime.

While the steam was rising, he caught a glimpse of the ugly gash on his face in the mirror, which had become a firm scar.

"It's ugly..."

Xiao Yang thought, in the eyes of others, he was probably just an ugly person doing mischief.

As a result, he really didn't want to look at himself in the mirror anymore.

In the past, I had no chance to see my own appearance in prison, but now I face the mirror every day, and every time I see myself, I feel embarrassed and unfamiliar.

Xiao Yang turned his gaze away, unwilling to stay on this face for a moment.

After Lang Zhongming waited for Xiao Yang to leave, he called Xiaofeng to clean up the mess in the house.

The wine stains and water stains all over the floor and the strong smell in the air all reveal what happened just now, Xiaofeng blushed to clean up, even embarrassed to lift his head.

Lang Zhongming was also a little embarrassed, after all, no matter how he played outside before, it was all because of your love and I would like to have fun, and he had never been so presumptuous at home.

At this moment, he could only call Qiu Ran to pretend to report his safety, and walked to the balcony instead of looking at the mess in the house.

"Young Master Qiu, are you home yet?"

It was a bit cold on the balcony, Lang Zhongming wrapped his coat tightly.

Qiu Ran's voice on the phone was still full of excitement: "It's early, your kid is really nice~ I just talked all the way like this, didn't I cause trouble for you?"

Lang Zhongming smiled: "What a kid, he's older than me!"

Qiu Ran was surprised: "Huh? Can't tell...but he looks good. I thought the scar on his face was ugly at first, but I didn't expect him to be really emotional, but it's a bit tasteful~"

Lang Zhongming: "However, I overplayed my game today, thanks to him holding on..."

Qiu Ran booed: "Oh Yo~ My heart hurts~?"

Lang Zhongming smiled and changed the phone to his left hand: "Where, I just think he is so tolerant, but it's a bit boring, I want to stimulate him again."

Qiu Ran suddenly became interested: "Hey, let me tell you, didn't I go to the gymnasium to attend a class last time? The instructor there said that if you want to stimulate a person, you can't just start with the body, you have to break him first. psychological defense."

Lang Zhongming was helpless: "Then what's your opinion, Teacher Qiu?"

Qiu Ran: "Hey, what can I do well? You brought this guy today, except he's a little shy. There's nothing to break through...Oh, by the way, how about letting him do it in front of the mirror? It must be very exciting!"

Lang Zhongming smiled: "I've done something more exciting than this before~ okay, I'll hang up first, you should rest early."

But after Qiu Ran mentioned it, Lang Zhongming thought of another "exciting" way to play.It is probably suitable to deal with Xiao Yang's self-esteem that cannot be erased in his bones.

Lang Zhongming entered the room, took out his video camera and other equipment calmly, and directed Xiaofeng: "After tidying up the house, move these into the back seat of the car for me."

Xiaofeng was taken aback: "Huh? Do you want to take the head outside?"

Lang Zhongming smiled: "Take it to the company and use it for Xiao Yang, he likes to play like this."

In fact, Xiaofeng secretly guessed what happened in the house, but when he thinks about it now, his scalp tingles.

In the past, he just hated Xiao Yang, but now he feels that he is a shameless waste.

Lang Zhongming kept his mouth shut, and casually applied color to Xiao Yang, but he himself didn't care, whistling, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

Xiaofeng stared blankly at the camera, completely unaware of how there could be such a... heavy-tasting person like Xiao Yang in this world.

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