It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Since Lan Ting moved into this house, the guest room hasn't been used much, but there are part-time workers who often clean it. The house is very clean and you can move in with your bags.

Lan Ting helped Lan Yu lift up her luggage, took her into the guest room, and turned on the light: "You can clean it yourself. The sheets can be changed. There are new ones in the closet. If it is rough, just sleep like this."

"No, I can't live for a few days anyway, it's easy!" Lan Yu jumped around the room, opened the heavy curtains, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows excitedly, "The night scene in the city is different. There are densely packed lights everywhere."

Lan Ting walked over and tightened the curtains tightly: "Don't open the curtains casually. The building opposite can be seen clearly on our side."

"I see, guard against paparazzi." Lan Yu nodded, and winked at Lan Ting. "If you send your sister-in-law back later, remember to take security measures."

"Human spirit." Lan Ting shook his head and walked out of the guest room. He didn't find Wen Ai in the living room. After a little thought, he raised his foot to the kitchen, and found Wen Ai, bending over to smell a bag of mung bean crisps on the kitchen counter. , A ghostly look.

"Cough cough." Lan Ting deliberately reminded, Wen Ai froze for a moment, quickly straightened up, and stood straight with his hands on the seams of his pants: "I didn't steal it!"

What an overshadowed one.

Lan Ting was amused, walked over and hugged Wen Ai, and gently scratched the bridge of his nose: "The little mouse who stole the food, I want to quibble."

"I didn't! Look!" Wen Ai pointed at the corner of his mouth, and raised his face so that he could see more clearly, "Clean, right? I just smelled it."

"It's useless to look outside." Lan Ting lowered his head and kissed Wen Ai's lips, rubbed it left and right after pressing tightly, half-coaxing and half-commanding, "Open it, let me go in and check."

Wen Ai opened himself obediently, and Lan Ting swept his mouth with his tongue, carefully scanning every place, and after checking it all over, he reluctantly let him go.

Wen Ai panted, "Did I not steal it?"

Lan Ting clasped the back of Wen Ai's head, pressed his forehead to his forehead, and applauded: "Well, the baby is very good."

Wen Ai hummed a little, and caused grievances: "You have wronged me, you have to make up for it."

He curled his mouth and looked at Lan Ting with Lingling eyes. Lan Ting's heart softened to him, and his heart said how could this kid be so cute? I really want to rub him into a small ball, always holding my hand with pain.

"Okay, make up." Lan Ting kissed the tip of his nose indulgently, "What do you want?"

A trace of success flashed across Wen Ai's face, and his hand pointed to the plastic bag: "I want to eat mung bean crisp!"

"Waiting for me here!" Lan Ting couldn't help but flicked his forehead in Wen Ai, helplessly and amused, "I can only eat one piece, and the filling and seasoning inside is too heavy. You can't eat more."

The mung bean pastry is made by Lan Ting's mother. With a light touch, the puff pastry on the outside will fall down one after another, and the fried bean paste filling is even more delicious.

Lan Ting packed some in a lunch box and stuffed it into Wen Ai's schoolbag: "Take it back and give it to Auntie. If you want to eat it yourself, you can eat up to one piece a day, do you hear?"

Wen Ai was squatting on the shoelaces of Xuanyi, buried his head and did not respond, Lan Ting came over with his schoolbag and kicked his ass: "Pretend to be deaf and mute? Did you hear what I said? You can't eat more mung bean crisps. "

Wen Ai clutched his **** and stood up: "You are always aiming at my ass, and you have hatred against you!"

Lan Ting raised his eyebrows secretly, threw the car key and walked out the door, thinking that he would teach you what to target your **** in the future.

Before leaving, Lan Ting shouted into the room: "Lan Yu, I want to come back later. If you are sleepy, go to sleep by yourself."

"Okay!" The door of the guest room opened, Lan Yu poked his head out and waved at them, "Goodbye, brother and sister-in-law."

There were surveillance cameras in the elevator. Although Lan Ting was wearing masks, the two stood apart from each other in a proper way. When approaching the negative first floor, Wen Ai suddenly leaned against Lan Ting and said in an unclear mood: "I haven't stayed at your house before..."

Lan Ting was taken aback, just about to say something, but the elevator door opened and two people were still standing outside. Lan Ting had to go out one after another with Wen Ai.

There was a blue Porsche parked not far away. The two got into the car and fastened their seat belts. Blue Ting held the steering wheel and did not start the car for a long time.

Wen Ai urged: "Go on, if Qingyu's viaduct is blocked, I might not be able to keep up with the 8:30 curfew."

Lan Ting turned his head and looked at him with interest: "What do you mean by what you just said? You also eat Lan Yu's jealousy?"

"I just said that." Wen Ai grabbed the key in his hand, inserted it into the keyhole and turned on the engine, "Quickly turn on, I told my mother that I was out on a date, and I will be back later. Now, she must be unhappy."

Lan Ting stepped on the gas pedal as he wanted, drove out of the underground garage, and shuttled through the bustling night scene of the city.

At 8:25, Porsche stopped in front of the manor in time, and Wen Ai said to Lan Ting not to get off the car. As a result, there were four "clicks" and the door was locked by Lan Ting.

Before Wen Ai turned around to question, Lan Ting dragged him over and put him in his arms, scratching his chin like a cat, and chuckled: "Don't worry, there are five minutes left. Let's drink you. Make it clear about the vinegar."

Wen Ai tried to avoid it twice, but finally he was scratched out of temper, and said with a dumbfounded: "It was a fact...I have been to your house so many times, and I haven't had a night before, but Lan Yu Live directly..."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Lan Ting would feel stingy, so he took the initiative to hug Lan Ting’s neck and whispered softly: "I’m not jealous of Lan Yu, I just want to live with you and sleep in a bed... I can see you every morning as soon as I open my eyes."

Like in previous lives, they stick together for 24 hours, and will not separate even if they sweat.

Lan Ting saw the loss from Wen Ai's face, and even missed and regretted.

"Forget it, I don't want so much." Wen Ai obediently gave Lan Ting a kiss, "Good night."

After Wen Ai got off the car, Lan Ting sat in the driving seat and pondered for a long time. In fact, he always felt that the child’s feelings for him were not the same as his feelings for the child. He was in love at first sight, and the child may just be out of The adoration mentality approached him, even simply looking at his face, seeing that this elder brother looked like an appetite, so I wanted to get close and communicate with him.

Anyway, in Lan Ting's thinking, Wen Ai is still an immature child, and the chances of really liking him are small. It doesn't matter, he can wait, guard the child to grow up, and let the child truly admire him.

But Wen Ai's expression just now made him overthrow his previous speculation, children like him? What kind of love for men?

Lan Ting's mind was about to explode when he thought about it, and he scratched his hair irritably, fearing that he expected too much, and finally fell too hard.

"Master." The butler opened the door and saw Wen Ai respectfully saying, "You are back."

Wen Ai entered the door, put his school bag on the sofa, unzipped the zipper, and asked, "Where's mom?"

Steward: "Madam is in the study."

"Okay, don't tell her that I'm back." Wen Ai took out the lunch box from his schoolbag, ran into the kitchen, sized mung bean crisps on a delicate plate, pondered and heated up a bowl of chicken soup, and gave them together. Xiang Ning took it up.

"Mom!" Wen Ai stood in front of the study, carrying plates in one hand and chicken soup in the other. "Open the door, I have no hands!"

"Why—" Xiang Ning was taken aback when he opened the door, and quickly took the plates and bowls and put them on the desk. Seeing Wen Ai's fingers were red, she frowned, "I don't know how to take one if it is so hot. The food tray was silly with his hands."

"It's okay." Wen Ai rubbed his fingers and pushed the mung bean cake in front of Xiangning like a treasure. "Mom, try it. Lan Ting's mother made it. It's delicious!"

Xiang Ning glanced, "What's the matter with the chicken soup?"

"Just eating the shortbread is so dry, it's not easy to choke on the soup." Wen Ai looked proud, his tail straight up, "You see how thoughtful I am."

Xiang Ning nodded his head with a finger: "I haven't seen you so thoughtful, but now I'm here to show my courtesy."

"No." Wen Ai hugged her and acted like a baby. "Thank you Mom, thank you for agreeing with me and Lan Ting."

Xiang Ninghui hugged him, exuding the unique gentleness of his mother: "Silly son, if you are not grateful, you are not healthy enough, it is mother's fault, as long as you can be happy, nothing else matters. "

Wen Ai's eyes are a little wet.

Xiang Ning patted him on the back: "I have sent someone to North America to find a heart. I will definitely find a suitable fit. Relax, you will surely live a long life."

Wen Ai nodded and responded. He knew that Xiang Ning was actually the one who needed to relax. She had been worried about her illness too much.

Lan Yu only stayed at Lan Ting's for two days. After visiting the few scenic spots in the city, he took his suitcase to the next tourist destination.

Lan Ting first became popular with the "S File", and now that "Dragon Race" is released, his popularity has once again pushed his popularity to a new peak, and his popularity has also risen, making him the hottest actor of the year.

Blue Ting became a hit, and various brands and companies threw olive branches to him and invited him to endorse their products. After the agent helped Lan Ting choose, only some high-quality advertisements were left, so that the price would not be dropped when they were shot.

Lan Ting was so busy flying all this time, he basically didn't touch his home, and rushed to the announcement in the air. Wen Ai took the summer vacation and wanted to stay with Lan Ting. This time he had to be away from home for too long. He couldn't help her uncle. Wen Ai could only go to Xiang Ning to plead with him. After a week, Xiang Ning finally compromised. : "Go ahead, run around as you love, don't come to me and cry when you are sick."

Wen Ai jumped up with joy, and gave Xiang Ning a mouthful: "Thank you Mom! Lan Ting will take care of me!"

In the hot summer, the media found that there was a small assistant beside Lan Ting, the popular young student, and the eyes exposed outside the mask were particularly beautiful.