It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wen Ai chuckled in his heart, and when it was over, Xiang Ning dug out their underground love. Wen Ai was anxious, turned around and slid over the back seat, holding something in his arms before feeling a little more at ease: "My mom and What did you say? Did she give you a check to let you leave me?"

Lan Ting stared ahead, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, do you guess how much she counted?"

"Am I still in the mood to guess this!" Wen Ai hugged the small pillow tightly and asked anxiously, "How did you answer? Didn't you agree?"

At the crossroads, Lan Ting shifted gears and waited for the red light. He took the time to turn his head and looked at Wen Ai with a smile and a smile: "If I agree, what would you do?"

When Wen Ai heard it, he was irritated: "Then I will lock you up! You are not allowed to go anywhere in the cage! Teach you every day!"

Lan Ting made an exaggerated expression: "So cruel?"

Wen Ai has always regarded Xiang Ning as an uncertain factor, fearing that he and Lan Ting would be separated by a stick. Now he is in a mess, and he didn't realize that Lan Ting was teasing him, so he went up and searched his body, both hands hurriedly roared. Touching everywhere, it turned out that I found a brand new check from my trouser pocket. When I saw the word "Xiang Ning" in the payer's column, Wen Ai went black and almost fainted.

At the end of the red light, Lan Ting followed the car in front. He wanted to tease the child again, but when he looked to the side, Wen Aimo cried silently, tears pattering on the check.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Lan Ting hurriedly pulled over and stopped, unfastened the seat belt and leaned over, hugged Wen Ai who was pumping and pulling his back, and apologized, "I'm kidding, my aunt didn't let me leave you. , She talked to me to make sure if I was a scumbag, and if I really treated you."

Wen Ai pressed her little red nose and curled her mouth and said: "Then why does she pay you back? I don't believe it!"

Speaking of this, Lan Ting was also a little embarrassed: "Your mother thinks I am poor, and is afraid that you will be wronged with me. This money is mainly used for you."

When Xiang Ning took out a pen to write a check, Lan Ting refused very much in his heart. He had a strong self-esteem. He usually had nothing to do in front of Wen Ai, but he immediately showed it when he met others. The child is delicate and expensive, and it costs money to feed it well. Although his current economic level is not as good as that of a child’s family, he is willing to spend all the money on the child and will never treat him badly. He didn't plan to accept this check, but Xiang Ning forced it to him.

Wen Ai grabbed the two corners on the top of the pillow, blinked with tears, doubting Lan Ting's explanation.

"Baby crying broke my heart." Lan Ting gently helped Wen Ai wipe the tears, then put the check into Wen Ai's pocket, "take it back and return it to Auntie, I can afford you."

Porsche was back on the road, and the red in Wen Ai's eyes was gradually dissipating. He looked at the scenery flashing outside the window and felt that happiness had come too suddenly, making him a little bit unable to touch the north, and he couldn't even believe it was true.

After thinking about it for a long time, he simply sent a text message to Xiang Ning and said without covering up: [Mom, I have a date today, and I will go home after dinner. 】

Xiang Ning only returned: [Get home before 8:30. 】

Wen Ai squeezed the phone and looked at it several times, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and all the complex emotions in his heart were instantly cleared.

"Is this letter?" Lan Ting gave him a smile, parked the car in the underground garage of the mall, and took Wen Ai to the top floor for lunch. Wen Ai felt hungry when he smelled the scents wafting from various restaurants. In addition, he was in a good mood. The meal was stunned by a third of its usual amount, and his stomach bulged out.

The two went to the cinema. The tickets they booked before were too early. It is estimated that the eggs are all gone, so they went to the ticket counter to get tickets for the next show. The box office situation of "Dragon Race" is very good, almost full of seats, like Wen Ai and Blue Ting who bought tickets half an hour in advance, it is lucky to have a side seat.

After checking the ticket and entering the screening room, the two sat down in the leftmost position of the first row and looked up for 120 minutes. From time to time, Lan Ting rubbed Wen Ai's neck intimately, fearing that he would always look up. Comfortable.

Wen Ai didn't watch the plot very much during the whole process. When Lan Ting appeared on the scene, his eyes stopped on him, and when he didn't, he looked for him everywhere on the screen, and didn't even notice the little scene in which he played a guest.

At the end of the reaction, the audience returned the 3D glasses and left. Wen Ai was drinking water. Lan Ting suddenly stabbed him and tilted his head back, motioning him to listen to the people behind.

"I also think that the stall owner who sells won stew is so cute! The eyes really speak! Where did the crew look for the dragon set, if he set up a stall downstairs, I can eat four meals a day! The male number three is good too Su, my former classmate Amway, I watched his "S File", but I still refused. I will make up the show when I go back tonight."

"The stall owner is really cute! I thought he was so cute when I watched it at the time! When I laughed at the camera, my heart! Let my sister love you!"

Lan Ting laughed in a low voice: "I'm a fan, little cute."

Wen Ai's ears turned red when she heard it, and she tugged at Lan Ting's hem, and whispered: "Let's go faster."

Going to the second floor to pick up the car, Lan Ting took Wen Ai back to the school. The sports meeting was nearing the end. Wen Ai entered the school gate alone, and Lan Ting went home to cook first.

It’s not just Wen Ai who took the opportunity to sneak out. There are also a few girls in the class to watch the movie. Wen Ai is sitting in the stands waiting for the roll call. The girls ran over and asked excitedly: "Jing Huan, you are Didn’t you go to "Dragon Race" as a group performer? We saw the individual, really like you! No, it's you!"

Wen Ai admitted embarrassedly: "I just made a cameo."

Several girls gathered around him asking for an autograph, making him blushing, half embarrassed, half at a loss, and finally the squad leader rescued him: "Zhang Qingwan, Xu Yuanyuan, Song Li, what are you three doing, I It's time for a roll call!"

It wasn't until 5:30 that Wen Ai finally ended school affairs, crossed the road and went home for dinner, and when he walked to the door, he took out the key to open the door very naturally.

"I'm back!" Wen Ai threw the schoolbag on the sofa, turned around and ran into the kitchen. Without seeing what Lan Ting was doing, he rushed over and carried it.

Lan Ting was caught off guard and was hit by him. The kitchen knife almost slashed his fingers, frowned and said, "Careful, what if I don't hold it firmly, what should I do if I am not sure about you?"

Wen Ai rubbed his head against his back and acted like a baby: "Don't talk about me."

"I'm educating you, you are still young, no matter what you are wearing is easy to get into trouble." Lan Ting shook his body and motioned Wen Ai to let go, "Go to watch TV for a while, dinner will be a while."

"No." Wen Ai arrogantly refused. Anyway, after Xiangning's pass, the two of them are settled now, and he tossed them more freely, "What are you cutting? I want to cut too."

"Do you play as a family?" Lan Ting turned around and scratched his nose, "What do you do if you cut your hand? Want to hurt me?"

"Does it hurt me to cut it?" Wen Ai blushed and arched to the cutting board, picked up the kitchen knife and gestured, "How many pieces of this tomato?"

His thin white arms were holding a large kitchen knife. The contrast was strong and trembling. He felt that he was about to let go in the next second. The blade was still scratching and pulling on the bare tomatoes. Lan Ting was frightened, so he quickly took the knife. Hold it with your hands, stand behind him, and cut him hand to hand.

There are still eggs in the refrigerator, and Lan Ting plans to bake a carrot omelet tonight. After finishing the tomatoes, he starts cutting carrots. Wen Ai basically didn't play any role, Lan Ting's right hand wrapped his hand holding the handle of the knife, and his left hand passed through his waist to press the carrot, completely holding him at work.

Look at this child who has added a mess.

Lan Ting's knife skill is first-rate, and the speed is very fast. The blade keeps falling on the cutting board, and the stacked carrot slices turn into filaments. Wen Ai looked at it from close range and was still focused. In the quiet kitchen, only the sound of "Dangdangdang" cutting vegetables can be heard.

Lan Ting looked down at the cutting board, his right cheek pressed against Wen Ai's left cheek, and the two bodies were close to each other. Wen Ai suddenly murmured, "Hard."

Lan Ting: "I put it in the refrigerator before, of course it's hard."

"It's not a carrot." Wen Ai wanted to move forward, but it was already on the kitchen counter, there was no room to move, but the thing behind his **** was getting harder and harder, "I'm talking about...you."

Lan Ting didn't say a word, but the speed of shredding became faster and faster, and the force on the kitchen knife was getting stronger and stronger. The cutting board was smashed and trembling, and many carrot shreds were bumped up. Lan Ting's hands moved heavily, and his body swayed back and forth, gradually increasing in amplitude. The thing that stood up straight was directly embedded in Wen Ai's buttocks, bumping lightly and squeezing into it.

Wen Ai whimpered slightly, and Lan Ting's hot temperature was clearly transmitted through the thin trousers, and he was about to burn a long red mark on his ass.

"Blue Ting..." Wen Ai called to him with a flushed face, "Stop cutting...I won't cut..."

With a "Bang Dang", the kitchen knife was thrown on the chopping board, Lan Ting smashed Wen Ai's chin firmly, kissed his lips hard, and his tongue rushed straight into the hot and humid mouth, wrapping his soft tongue.

The two are usually tired of playing and kissing, but in fact, Lan Ting rarely sticks out his tongue because it is easy to kiss hard. But now that it was hard, he no longer had any scruples, a hot tongue kiss, so intense that the whole kitchen reverberated with blushing water.

Wen Ai was looted by Lan Ting and was unable to stand, leaning on his chest and slid down softly. As a result, Lan Ting grabbed his waist with one hand, and pressed back badly, his little **** was forced to follow Lan Ting’s big guy. Playing, was pitifully hit and rubbed.

There was chaos in Wen Ai's brain, and he had long lost the ability to think and could only rely on Lan Ting, holding Lan Ting's hand around his waist. Lan Ting posed his waist, and moved back and forth with Wen Ai, back and forth, just like the scene.

The **** rose, and the hair was out of control. When Lan Ting put his hand into Wen Ai's clothes, Wen Ai trembled a few times, and everything he wanted to say was blocked by Lan Ting's tongue. The tone sounded like rejection. , And like a well-behaved obedience.

The gun in Wen Ai's buttocks was about to go off fire, and a series of doorbells rang in their ears, like a cold stream, rushing into the hot kitchen.