It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wen Ai was anxious, and the phone was squeezed tightly: "You are still happy! Very happy, right?"

"I'm happy because of you." Lan Ting's voice was full of smiles, "because of you little jealous jar."

"I'm jealous." Wen Xiaojue said in an upright manner, "I tell you, I am not feeling well anywhere and now, if you laugh at me, go online and hack you! See you on the forum!"

Lan Ting calmly asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Wen Xiaoju: "You have promiscuous sex!"

"Okay." The smile on Lan Ting's lips continued to expand: "I will provide you with some video materials."

WeChat rang, Wen Ai took down the phone and took a look. Lan Ting sent him a photo, which was probably taken while he was taking a nap. In the photo, he was lying on his back on the bed with Lan Ting propped on top of him, pressing positively. Kiss him with a face. His face was blushing, his hair was messy, and he closed his eyes and accepted Lan Ting's kiss. If you just look at pictures and writing texts, you might want to write what is forbidden.

When Wen Ai faced the photo, his brain automatically wrote a small composition, making himself ashamed of writing. He put the phone to his ear again and asked, "What did you take without telling me?"

"It's too much, but I won't give it." Lan Ting suggested sincerely, "Just post this to the forum and say that I am gay, and I hooked up with a minor and made a boyfriend."

Wen Ai choked with him: "Don't you think I dare not, I have the title in mind, it's called'Popular Little Fresh Meat Hot Bed Photo'!"

The title was so explosive that Lan Ting couldn't say coherently with his laugh: "Yes, you go, I'll hire the navy to help you post it."

Of course it is impossible for Wen Ai to really rush to post, think about it, and feel that he has to ask his uncle about the kissing scene.

Xiang Shugang came back from a business trip and was sleeping. After being awakened by Wen Ai, he listened to him in a daze, and replied: "Hey, this is the matter. Go talk to the crew and give a sponsorship fee, what? Questions are easy to say, and I will help you when uncle wakes up."

Wen Ai rejected his kindness, thanked him and hung up. Lan Ting was raised by him, how could he make Uncle pay?

There was only one bank card in Wen Ai's wallet, and the shiny golden one was Xiang Ning's secondary card. He directly withdrew money from it, and smashed a large amount of money to the crew. The director immediately asked the screenwriter to change Lan Ting's kiss scene.

After the matter was settled, Wen Ai made a special call to Lan Ting, proudly showing off: "I pinched your kiss scene!"

"Applause." Lan Ting took the mobile phone in his left hand, and patted his left wrist with his right hand. "The baby is really capable, come on, I will give you the kiss next week."

He pointed at the phone’s talking hole and simulated the sound of a kiss. Wen Ai's ears were crisp, and he felt like he was kissed by Lan Ting: "You don’t want to give your first kiss on the screen in this life. Can't make intimate scenes."

"So possessive." Lan Ting said amused. "What if you meet a director who is unwilling to change the show?"

Wen Ai recalled his uncle's experience and replied: "Can you find a substitute, is there a kiss substitute?"

"Okay." Lan Ting readily agreed, "You will replace me in the future, and I will only shoot **** scenes with you."

He was very serious, but the content was a little bit colored, and Wen Ai was so confused by him that he only hummed.

Lan Ting knew he was embarrassed, so he didn't continue to tease him: "I won't go back this week. The crew is going to hurry up and finish next week."

Wen Ai responded with disappointment.

There were only two episodes left in the first season of "S File". The whole crew worked overtime to complete the final filming, which was successfully completed. They used to see each other once a week, but this time they didn't see each other two weeks later. Both of them missed each other a lot, so Wen Ai went to the airport to pick up people.

Lan Ting came out from the exit port wearing a mask and sunglasses, and saw a cute child jumping in front of him, so he pretended to ask, "Is there something wrong?"

Wen Ai took out a notebook and pen from his bag: "I am your fan, please sign me."

"Yes." Lan Tingguang agreed but did not accept the pen and paper. He pulled Wen Ai into the toilet, closed the cubicle door, and took off his mask a little eagerly. He buckled the back of Wen Ai's head and kissed him. After the kiss he went down again Pecking his cheek, whispered, "I will sign you more."

Wen Ai pushed his waist: "Whoever wants such an autograph can't be kept for long."

Lan Ting held his face and smiled: "According to your standards, my mouth has to stick to your face all the time."

The two went back to Lan Ting's house together. They hadn't seen each other for so long. They were so tired all afternoon. They hugged each other on the sofa. When they remembered, they played kisses. After dinner, Wen Ai still didn't want to leave, she kept drilling into Lan Ting's arms: "I want to sleep here, you hold me to sleep."

"Don't move." Lan Ting burst into flames as he rubbed his stomach, "I dare not sleep with you."

If I get to the bed and rubbed by you, something shouldn't happen, the police uncle will have to come and take me away tomorrow.

Hearing his refusal, Wen Ai was immediately unhappy. As soon as he lifted his leg and rode on him, his small fist hit his chest fiercely: "Why don't you sleep with me, I am—"

"Gold Master, you are the Golden Master, I know." Lan Ting preempted to make up for this sentence, holding Wen Ai's **** with both hands, and putting him on the sofa cushion next to him, "Your mother didn't let you go home before half past eight. Hurry up and put on your shoes. I'll see you off. We can stay in the car for a while."

Blue Ting's income has surged recently, and he bought a Porsche, the color is still the beautiful dark blue chosen by Wen Ai.

Porsche drove through the bustling streets and drove all the way to the manor. After the two said goodbye, Wen Ai entered the door and wanted to quietly return to the room, but Xiang Ning was caught in front of him: "How come back, it's already eight o'clock. Forty."

Wen Ai didn't have the confidence to look at her, and looked at the ground with a guilty conscience: "There was a traffic jam." In fact, Gu was stuck with her boyfriend and wasted time.

How could Xiang Ning not understand his son, did not reveal his lie, and asked, "Did you have fun with your classmates today?"

"Yeah!" Wen Ai nodded repeatedly, his eyes lit up, "Extremely happy! It's fun to stay with him, I can do everything."

When describing Lan Ting, Wen Ai was like a small seedling bathed in the sun, bursting with vitality and vitality. Xiang Ning glanced at him deeply, sighed silently in the bottom of his heart, reached out and rubbed his head: "Okay, go back to the room to wash, and I will definitely be tired after playing all afternoon. Go to bed early tonight."

Xiang Ning returned to the study room, the book case was covered with photos, each with Wen Ai and a man's figure, his actions were intimate. Xiang Ning stared at one of them, and Wen Ai leaned against the man's arms, smiling brightly and happily. Finally, Xiang Ning collected the photos one by one in the large envelope.

In mid-May, "Dragon Race" is about to premiere. On that day, Wen Ai was not in class. The school held a spring sports meeting. The school was very loosely controlled. Students were allowed to scurry around and only called once in the morning and evening.

Wen Ai and Lan Ting made an appointment to watch a movie together. The tickets were all bought. After finishing the order in the morning, he pretended to stay in the stands for a while, then found a chance to smear the soles of his feet and slipped out of the school gate.

It’s ten o’clock. Lan Ting announced yesterday that he could only come at ten thirty. Wen Ai picked a milk tea shop in front of the school. After connecting to the Wi-Fi, he checked Weibo. It lasted for 40 minutes. Passed.

Wen Ai shut down Weibo and called Lan Ting, intending to ask him about the problem of being late. He listened to the ringtone and organized language in his heart.

The sound of music in his ears stopped abruptly, and Wen Ai was still a little stunned at first, but it took a long time to realize that he was hung up. He guessed that Lan Ting was shaking his hands and pressing the wrong one, and then hit him again, but he was still hung up.

Wen Ai looked incredulous, and said: "Okay, Lan Ting, you can."

Just when Wen Ai was considering whether to be angry, Lan Ting sent a message, the content was concise, just two words: [etc.]

He didn't even hit the punctuation marks, which was not in line with Lan Ting's previous style, and it seemed to be posted in a hurry. Wen Ai decided not to be angry for the time being. Lan Ting should have been caught by something, so wait and see.

After another class, Wen Ai's mobile phone ran out of power, and sat boringly, with his chin resting on the mouth of the glass, staring at the table in a daze.

The top of his head was suddenly covered by a hand, Wen Ai turned his head to look aside, his chin almost turned the cup over, but fortunately, Lan Ting helped him to stabilize in time, the water in the cup swayed and made a sound.

"Drinking a drink again." Lan Ting flicked Wen Ai's forehead again, "It's all additives. Drinking it is not good for your health."

"I ordered milk!" Wen Ai took a gulp and took a big sip, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and said aggrieved, "You just say me when you come, I haven't said anything after waiting here for so long!"

The corners of his eyebrows and mouth drooped, and Lan Ting immediately felt distressed. The child was really pitiful waiting here by himself: "Hey, wait until you get hungry, let's go to lunch first."

Wen Ai let out a "hum" from his nose and turned his head out of the window, obviously irritated. Lan Ting dialed on his chin, but didn't dial it back, and then softened his voice, his mouth was a little dry and it still didn't work.

Lan Ting touched Wen Ai's belly: "It's all so deflated, and you can't starve yourself if you are angry with me."

Wen Ai slapped him away: "I'm not hungry!"

The voice declined, and a short cooing sound came out of his stomach, embarrassing him, and he couldn't get angry anymore!

Lan Ting quietly curled the corners of his lips, pressed it down quickly, and said solemnly, "I'm really not leaving? I'll hold you out if I don't leave."

Wen Ai didn't worry about his words at all. In the crowd, he, a star who hides his identity by mask, dares to hold anyone casually?

Wen Ai sat still as steady as a mountain. Lan Ting didn't say much when he saw it. He bent over and hugged the princess, holding Wen Ai's back with one hand, and stretched the other hand toward his knees. Wen Ai was surprised, like a spring. He jumped up and said in a low voice: "You are not afraid of being seen! How many people are sitting there!"

Lan Ting smiled and said: "You can get up, I thought your **** stuck to the seat."

It was difficult to find a parking space at the school entrance. Lan Ting stopped directly by the road before. After a while at the milk tea shop and Wen Ai, the blue Porsche was patronized by the traffic police.

"Parking illegally." Lan Ting pulled out the ticket that was caught behind the wiper, and said to Wen Ai while watching, "You are too expensive. Talking to you for ten minutes, 200 yuan is gone."

Wen Ai took care of himself and got into the co-pilot: "I blame you for bad luck."

"No, I'm very lucky." Lan Ting got into the car from the other side and leaned over to fasten the seat belts to Wen Ai. Their faces were very close. After Lan Ting got the seat belts, he pulled off the mask and kissed Wen. Ai's face.

Wen Ai pushed him aside, his eyes widened: "Are you crazy? There are so many people in front of you! Don't go on Weibo hot search at night!"

Lan Ting saw that he was thinking about himself. When his affection surged, he leaned forward and kissed him again. This time he still picked up the kiss: "I made you wait for a long time, but I wronged you. I did wrong, these two kisses. I am sorry for you."

Wen Ai: "You follow me."

Lan Ting: "Are you still angry now?"

Wen Ai reached out and pushed him: "Don't be so close to me, I will be photographed later!"

"If you don't answer, you're still angry." Lan Ting lowered his head and pressed his lips to Wen Ai's face. While kissing, he kept asking him if he was still out of breath, obviously until Wen Ai forgave him.

Wen Ai was pressed on the leather chair and felt that Lan Ting was different from the last time they met. They had been walking in the underground love style, and dating always covered up. On the one hand, it was because of Lan Ting’s star status and on the other hand, Wen Ai. I'm afraid my family will know. But today's Lan Ting was late, and he was still bullish. When the car parked on the side of the road, he dared to make out with him, for fear that the paparazzi would not catch him.

Wen Ai was worried about Lan Ting's future, and quickly begged for mercy: "I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore, you get up."

Lan Ting was satisfied now, leaned back in the driving position, and started the car with his mouth.

"You haven't explained it yet." Wen Ai asked, "Why are you late?"

Lan Ting turned the steering wheel on the road and drove out for a while before saying, "Your mother is looking for me."