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South Cemetery.

It was raining lightly under the gray sky, Nan Jing was standing in front of Grandpa Nan's grave, and Ting Lang was helping him hold the umbrella.

Ting Lang looked at Nan Jing's side face and said nothing.

After everyone else left the cemetery, Nan Jing still didn't move. Seeing that Nan Jing didn't leave, Ting Lang naturally didn't leave either.

It wasn't until the rain became heavier and wet Nan Jing's shoulders that Ting Lang said, "Xiao Jing, let's go, the rain is getting heavier."

"Ah."

Nan Jing took the black umbrella from Ting Lang's hand. He held the umbrella in one hand and put his arms around Ting Lang's waist in the other. The figures of the two gradually drifted away in the cemetery.

After getting in the car, Ting Lang took a clean towel and helped Nan Jing wipe the rainwater off his clothes, and wiped Nan Jing's hands by the way.

At this moment, Nan Jing's hand was a little cold, so he held Nan Jing's hand to help him warm it.

"Is it warmer now?" Ting Lang covered his hands while blowing, and even helped Nan Jing rub his hands, he thought it would make his hands warmer faster.

"Ah."

Nan Jing looked out the car window, the rain had blurred the street view, and the lights could not be seen clearly.

"Xiao Jing, are you hungry? Do you want to go home to eat or eat out?"

"I do not want to eat."

"But if you don't eat, your stomach will feel uncomfortable. Be good, just treat it as something to eat with me."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, Ting Lang's cell phone rang suddenly.

Since Nanjing no longer locked him up, Ting Lang regained the right to make friends freely, and returned his mobile phone and communication tools to him.

When Nan Jing heard the ringtone, he looked at Ting Lang with vigilant eyes.

When Ting Lang saw Yanqin displayed on the phone screen, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He didn't want to tell Nan Jing, but he promised Nan Jing not to lie anymore, so he told the truth.

"It's Yanqin's call. If you don't want me to answer it, I won't answer it."

"Take it."

"okay."

Ting Lang answered Yanqin's call in front of Nanjing, this was the first time Tinglang talked to Yanqin in a long time.

"Little Lang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

"You can get through the phone, does it mean that Nan Jing is no longer pestering you?"

Ting Lang glanced at Nan Jing, and then said to Yan Qin: "I'm going to marry Nan Jing soon, from now on, let's not contact each other again."

Yanqin asked in disbelief: "What did you say? You want to marry Nan Jing?! He treats you so well, yet you still marry him?! Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy. I think very clearly. I will never leave Nanjing again. In this world, no one is more suitable for me than him."

When Nan Jing heard what Ting Lang said, he immediately held Ting Lang's palm.

When Ting Lang felt the warmth of Nan Jing's palm, he returned Nan Jing with a reassuring smile.

"Yanqin, forget about me, I'm sorry for you, I'm the one who hurt you, but I..."

"You chose Nan Jing, right?"

"Well, I think...he must be the one."

After Ting Lang hung up the phone, Nan Jing stared into his eyes and asked, "Did you just tell the truth?"

Ting Lang pursed his lips and smiled, "Maybe it's more because of the 100 billion. No one will give me 100 billion except you."

As soon as the words fell, Nan Jing kissed Ting Lang's thin lips. This kiss was full of strong love and the warmth of melting glaciers.

……

In a few days...

Ting Lang told Nan Jing that he had a surprise for him, and it would take a few hours, so Nan Jing had to wait patiently.

Nan Jing obediently waited for the surprise that Ting Lang said in the office of Nan's Group all day long, but he was still scared in his heart, afraid that what Ting Lang would give him was not a surprise but a shock, for example, he ran away.

However, Nan Jing didn't ask someone to follow Ting Lang, nor did he call to ask questions. He just stood in front of the French window holding his wine glass and waited.

Just when night fell, his cell phone on the table rang, and he saw that it was Ting Lang's call.

"Brother Lang."

"You turn on the TV."

After Nan Jing picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, he didn't expect that the scene of Ting Lang standing on the stage popped up.

"Brother Lang?" Ting Lang on the other end of the phone didn't answer, but Nan Jing didn't hang up either.

Nan Jing looked at Ting Lang on the TV with his mobile phone, and saw Ting Lang standing in front of the microphone and saying: "I'm very sorry for taking up everyone's time, I only need a few minutes, I want to confess to someone, I want to help him Sing a song, this person is Nan Jing, the heir of the Nan Group, and also my Ting Lang's boyfriend.

Nan Jing, I love you. "