It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Lan Ting just wanted to scare Wen Ai, he didn't really plan to take a mandarin duck bath, but when Wen Ai relentlessly sprayed the bathroom with a shower, he still felt a little regret.

Wen Ai came out of the shower. Lan Ting was standing at the door of the room talking to someone. Wen Ai wiped his hair and sat on the mattress. When Lan Ting closed the door, he asked casually, "Who?"

"It's An Li." Lan Ting raised the plastic bag in his hand, "I asked her to bring something over."

The heating in the room is very sufficient. Wen Ai only wiped a half-dry and dried the still-branched hair there. He leaned on the bedside and watched TV. He couldn't pick out the best program. Holding two hundred remote control handles. The channel clicked again and again, and finally stopped to watch "SpongeBob SquarePants" on the children's channel.

Wen Ai was fascinated, but didn't notice Lan Ting coming out of the bathroom. He turned his head slowly until a box of pure milk stuck to the tip of his nose.

"Children must have a box of milk every day." Lan Ting put in a straw and handed it to him, "Drink, I've burned it for you."

"This is what you just asked An Li to send?" Wen Ai took a couple of mouthfuls of milk, suddenly remembering that this room is not equipped with a kitchen, and wondering, "What do you use for heating?"

Lan Ting: "I put it in the bathtub when I took a bath."

Wen Ai immediately vomited milk: "Isn't that just the bath water! Did you warm me the bath water?"

Lan Ting closed the collar of the bathrobe: "I can't get the bath water through the milk carton."

"That's disgusting thinking about it!" Wen Ai threw the milk into the trash can with disgust, "I don't drink it."

Lan Ting caught it quickly with his eyes, smiled and sat on the bed, and put the straw into Wen Ai's mouth: "Take you, I took a plastic bag of hot water and put it in the bag."

Wen Ai sucked the sweet milk, expressed dissatisfaction in his mouth, and reached out to pinch Lan Ting's waist.

Lan Ting not only did not hide, but greeted Wen Ai with his arm without the milk box, "I'll change it to a milk bottle next time."

How cute it looks.

After the broadcast of "SpongeBob SquarePants", the children's channel began to show some small trains. Wen Ai watched for a while and happily said, "Thomas? This train also has a foreign name!"

Lan Ting was memorizing tomorrow's lines, and took the time to say: "It was originally a European and American cartoon."

"You're looking for my fault again!" Wen Ai turned over and sat on Lan Ting's lap and retorted: "Teletubbies are also from Europe and America. Why are they called Lala Xiaobo!"

Lan Ting planed him forward: "The green one is still called Di Xi, how do you explain it?"

Wen Ai couldn't tell him, and blamed him indiscriminately: "You are arrogant!"

Lan Tingle made a sound, and then planed him forward a little bit, straightened up, and crotch to crotch with him, chest to chest: "Is it shameful because of his young age?"

Wen Ai blushed a little by his hot body, groaned imposingly, propped his shoulders and wanted to move back. Lan Ting held down his back, but instead pressed him tighter.

At this moment, Wen Ai was sitting on Lan Ting's lap with his legs wide open, his posture was extremely indecent and the scene was extremely erotic.

"You let me go..." Wen Ai twisted unfaithfully, rubbed his crotch, irritated Lan Ting, and pressed his own chest.

Wen Ai felt that it was difficult to breathe, and raised his head to stare at Lan Ting, but finally met his deep eyes and clearly saw the desire to rise under his eyes.

Lan Ting's gaze fell on Wen Ai's lips, his head tilted slightly, and he was about to kiss.

Centered on them, the ambiguous atmosphere spread in all directions, quickly filling the room. It's a pity that a cheerful ringtone broke all the charm. Lan Ting let go of Wen Ai as if he was waking up from a dream. Wen Ai hurriedly climbed out of the bed with his hands and feet. When he answered the phone, his voice was still a little trembling.

The call was from Xiang Ning. She was in a foreign country. Every day she checked the post on an international long-distance call. Asking this and asking that, she was afraid that Wen Ai would not be obedient to do anything aggravating her condition. Wen Ai was able to deal with it easily and let Xiang Ning hang up safely. Drop the call: "Then you take a break early, and mom will be back in five days at most."

Returning to the bedroom from the balcony, Wen Ai didn't say a word or watched Lan Ting, and lay silently on the bed. Lan Ting also looked attentively reciting the lines. Both obviously didn't want to mention the matter. But it doesn't mention it on the surface, what you think in your head depends on the individual.

Lan Ting was rather annoyed. In the situation just now, if he really kissed and stretched his tongue out, he might not be able to hold it. The child is still under adult, and his health is not good enough. Lan Ting now felt a sense of fear of reining in the precipice, and it disturbed him not to read a line.

Wen Ai was mainly embarrassed, his small hand gripped the quilt, and the tighter he gripped it. Just now a hard object was against him.

Wen Ai couldn't sleep, so he played on his mobile phone and turned on QQ, and a bunch of "ding-ding" popped out.

Lan Ting leaned forward curiously after hearing the sound, "Who sent you so much news?"

Lan Ting was sitting, Wen Ai was lying on his side with his back to him, and he could see the content on the screen with his head down casually. Wen Ai didn't have time to cover it, so he was amazed: "Global Support Club? Is this my fan base?"

Wen Ai immediately snapped the screen, doing the last struggle: "It's not yours."

Lan Ting asked in his spare time, "Whose is that?"

Wen Ai babbled casually: "Kobe."

Lan Ting laughed, turned off the lights to sleep, hugged Wen Ai from behind, and said in his ear: "I like basketball too, let's talk about it?"

Wen Ai recognized it quickly, turned over, his hands, feet and limbs were wrapped around Blue Ting, and said depressed: "I don't know basketball, I want to know about Blue Ting."

Lan Ting put his hand under Wen Ai's neck so that he could pillow himself intimately: "I am here, open, and you are welcome to explore at any time."

Wen Ai fell asleep in sweet words, and it is estimated that all her dreams tonight are pink. Lan Ting helped him tuck the quilt. Seeing that his mobile phone was still on, he picked it up and wanted to turn it off. He accidentally saw the conversation between fans.

[Finally finished homework! By the way, why the Reuters of the Dragon Race hasn't come out yet, what are you doing? 】

[Just a day after starting...]

[This movie has great potential, my idol is going hot! 】

[Hey, I don't know what the male **** is doing now. 】

Lan Ting thought for a while, then returned from Wen Ai's perspective: [Beside me, I was about to sleep with me. 】

The administrator quickly came out: [This is the official support group, do not accept any **** YY! Send you a plane ticket regardless of group rules. 】

In this way, Wen Ai's trumpet was kicked again.

Wen Ai stayed with Lan Ting for a few days in the crew. At the invitation of the director, he also played a small role. Then he rushed home non-stop, pretending to be cute before Xiang Ning returned to China.

It has been a while since the last time I fell ill, and Wen Ai has been in a relatively stable condition recently and returned to school after taking leave. He was only a freshman, and he was not under great pressure to study. He held his mobile phone and chatted with Lan Ting on WeChat during class. Lan Ting figured out his work and rest patterns, and took out his mobile phone every time the get out of class was over. If he couldn't walk away while filming, he must find time to call back afterwards.

Although Lan Ting only played the male No. 3 in the movie, the scene runs through the whole drama. He followed him throughout the filming process. It was not until the whole group was finished that he finally returned home with his suitcase.

The brokerage company arranged for him a new residence, an exquisite apartment in a prosperous area, with a beautiful environment and friendly neighbors. With the full experience and insights gained from filming, Lan Ting bid farewell to the shabby rental house and began a new life.

Lan Ting's new home is very close to Wen'ai's school, just across the road, and standing on the balcony can hear radio gymnastics music.

Wen Ai knew that it was arranged by his uncle, so he was so happy that he thanked his uncle for half an hour and patted the horse's **** swollen.

After school at noon, Wen Ai ran away from the crowds that swarmed to the cafeteria, and walked briskly towards the school gate. The phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, and it was a call from Lan Ting.

Wen Ai swipes to answer: "The get out of class is over. I will be back in five minutes. You prepare the dishes and wait for me."

Lan Ting's low smile came from the other end: "Looking at you, I came out to make a copy of Dou Hua. Now at the school gate, you can see me in 30 seconds after walking."

We will see each other tomorrow. It is obviously only the difference between five minutes and thirty seconds, but Wen Ai is still about to jump up in joy, involuntarily speeding up his pace, and finally almost jogging out.

"It only took twenty-three seconds!" Wen Ai stood in front of Lan Ting, panting slightly, "I've counted!"

"Who told you to run?" Lan Ting frowned, his eyebrows exposed outside the mask, patted him smoothly, "Is my heart uncomfortable? You kid, how many times can I remember to pay attention?"

Wen Ai smiled at him: "It's not uncomfortable, let's go home."

Lan Ting led him across the road, walked slowly into the community, and continued to educate: "If you say you are anxious, I'll just wait there. I'll wait no matter how slow you are, and I can't run."

Wen Ai said confidently: "I just thought you were waiting for me, so I wanted to hurry up, I didn't even notice that I started running."

Lan Ting didn't say a word, and tolerated until he entered the house, he took Wen Ai to his arms and gave him a good kiss, making his cheeks blush, showing how hard and intense it was.

Lan Ting whispered softly: "Baby."

"Huh?" Wen Ai just wanted to make sure that Douhua was still alive, and glanced at Lan Ting's hand, "Where is Douhua?"

"Don't worry, don't worry about it." Lan Ting raised a bag of intact bean curd from behind, and the hand circled on Wen Ai's waist slid down and patted his butt. "Wash your hands and eat. I'll give you some condiments and dipped them in. "

There are three dishes and one soup on the dinner table, plus a bean curd, enough for the two of them. Wen Ai likes Lan Ting's meal, and he hasn't gotten tired of eating it for a few lifetimes. Lan Ting also spent a lot of thought to ensure balanced nutrition and lightness. The most important thing is that it must be delicious so that the little ancestor who picks the mouth is willing to open his mouth.

After eating, Lan Ting cleared the table, took a few oil bowls into the kitchen, Wen Ai rubbed his stomach, followed up, and hugged Lan Ting from behind without speaking, just holding it like this, using it from time to time. Rubbing his head twice, coquettishly silently.

Blue Ting cleanly washed the dishes: "Go to bed for a while, not sleep at noon, collapse in the afternoon."

"Together." Wen Ai looked at the foamy sink, "You don't have to be so tired if you have a dishwasher."

Lan Ting: "No need, neither of us can use a few bowls for a meal."

Wen Ai cuts first and then plays: "But I have already bought it, and it is estimated to be there tomorrow."

Lan Ting was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "Only then can I really feel that I am taken care of by you."

After a short nap, Wen Ai was picked up from the bed by Lan Ting, picked up his appearance, and crossed the road back to school.

Lan Ting sent him to the school gate: "Go, I'll make you a lotus custard tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow." Wen Ai took a few steps forward, then turned back, and when there was no one around in class, he pulled Lan Ting's mask down a bit, and drank water on his lips.