It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wen Ai followed Lan Ting, completely making trouble. He couldn't help anything, so he dangled in front of Lan Ting, causing Lan Ting's eyes and heart to follow him, and the notice was distracted. Wen Ai was originally from the wealthy young master. From time to time, he needed someone to wait for him. Assistant An Li took care of him and Lan Ting at the same time. The workload suddenly increased, which made her miserable.

After Lan Ting learned about the situation, he specially asked Wen Ai to take care of Wen Ai, an assistant named Assistant. When Yu came to apply for the job, she was quite confused. He said that the appearance of big stars is different, and the assistants are all double layers. However, he realized after a while that Wen Ai’s identity was not what he claimed to the outside world. Which assistant can stay out of office all day long and dare to make trouble with celebrities when he has a temper?

The relationship between Wen Ai and Lan Ting is by no means simple, but less than the assistant's insistence on professionalism. When they interact with each other, they watch their noses and minds, and only do their job well.

In the studio, the shutter sound continued, and Lan Ting was dressed in an expensive suit, standing handsomely in front of the white curtain, and raising his hand casually was a handsome and photogenic Pose.

"Okay! This set is almost done!" The photographer took away the camera attached to his face, stood up straight and gave a thumbs up to Lan Ting. "It's in very good condition. It's a pleasure to work with you."

Lan Ting nodded and smiled: "Thank you, you are also very professional."

After coming and going to the courtesy, Lan Ting was planned to go to the dressing room to change clothes and make-up. He was invited to shoot the cover for the magazine this time. It was originally scheduled to be tomorrow, but for some reason, he had to advance, the person in charge of the magazine. I apologized to him several times, but it was not easy to come out to make money, so he finally agreed.

After tossing and repainting the makeup, Lan Ting walked into the changing room with the clothes, and dragged Wen Ai in.

Wen Ai was originally chatting with Brother Zi, and was interrupted by him. He raised his head and looked at him unhappily: "What are you doing?"

"Don't do it." Lan Ting lifted his cheek and kissed him, "I want to be alone with you."

"A lot of staff are outside." Wen Ai helped him unbutton his shirt. "Change quickly."

Lan Ting took off his clothes cooperatively, revealing his sturdy chest, Wen Ai leaned too close, his vision was filled with the two large pectoral muscles, and his face suddenly became hot.

Lan Ting deliberately straightened his chest, his **** almost poked Wen Ai's face: "Are you breastfeeding?"

Wen Ai's cheeks instantly burst red, and he concealed backwards reflexively. Lan Ting refused to let him, and put his arms around his waist, pushing him against his chest in a gesture, and asked badly: "Can you eat?"

"Don't eat!" Wen Ai pressed his hands against Lan Ting, his face was about to turn to his back, "Don't play, how can you take pictures when you react later!"

"The little thing is quite clever, knowing to use this to block me." Lan Ting rubbed Wen Ai's cheek, retired to the side and changed clothes quickly, before going out, he pulled Wen Ai to her and kissed her little mouth. : "Sorry, you still have to work with me on your birthday. I vacated my time ahead of time, but this magazine temporarily rescheduled... Don't be angry with me, okay?"

Wen Ai pursed his mouth and grinned: "It's okay, anyway, you are almost finished filming. I just heard that the planning sister said it was the last set of pictures."

Wen Ai behaved so well-behaved and sensible, Lan Ting's heart crawled for a while, only to feel that there is no such intimate little padded jacket in the world, half moved and half ashamed, said: "Go home and compensate you well."

After finishing work, Lan Ting removed his makeup and changed back to his normal clothes, covered half of his face with a hat and sunglasses, and drove away from the magazine with Wen Ai. He had planned to take Wen Ai to French food, but Wen Ai clamored to go to KFC and wanted to eat junk food that was over fried.

Taking into account the principle of the greatest birthday, Lan Ting still turned around and went to the nearby KFC. When he got to the place, he got out of the car and helped Wenyila open the door. Seeing his bright eyes, he bounced his forehead amusedly: KFC is so excited? How old are you?"

Wen Ai proudly said: "Anyway, younger than you."

Lan Ting smiled: "Then I will order you a children's meal later."

It is now half past five and there are many people in KFC. Seeing that the line is a little long, Lan Ting said to Wen Ai beside him: "Baby, go find a seat and rest."

In public, Wen Ai didn't dare to get too close with Lan Ting, so he could only shake the corner of his clothes and blinked and said, "I will queuing with you."

How could Lan Ting stand him being so coquettish, he could only nod his head and say good things.

The ordering team wriggled forward slightly, Wen Ai took out his mobile phone and swiped WeChat, and received a lot of birthday wishes. After replying one by one, there were two people in front. Wen Ai looked up and looked at the menu board on the ordering table. When he saw the Big Mac Burger, he suddenly felt his neck tightened, making him unable to breathe. Wen Ai hurriedly lowered his head, but the situation did not get better, and his heart began to ache.

"What's the matter?" Lan Ting asked nervously when Wen Ai was rubbing his heart, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Ai lined up in front of him, shook his head with his back to him: "I'm just bored, just rub it."

When it was their turn to order, Wen Ai's heartache symptoms had subsided, and he was greatly relieved. Fortunately, it was not serious. He didn't want to have a restless birthday.

Lan Ting did what he said. He ordered a children's set meal for Wen Ai, and ordered a family bucket, packed all of them, and went home to eat slowly.

"Go wash your hands." As soon as Lan Ting entered the house, he urged Wen Ai, "Squeeze more hand sanitizer."

Just like a kid, Wen Ai went into the bathroom. Just as he wet his hands, Lan Ting also came in. He squeezed a large amount of hand sanitizer on his hands. Put a small hand in the palm and rub it gently.

Wen Ai leaned comfortably in Lan Ting's arms, enjoying his service comfortably, and hummingly commanded: "Use a little harder... rub the back of your right hand again... well... lightly!"

Lan Ting was about to catch fire by his soft sound, and he pushed his hips forward with a hint of meaning, and gritted his teeth and said, "Is it under-cleaned?"

Wen Ai said confidently: "I'm only 17 years old, you dare not clean me up."

Lan Ting gave him an angrily smile, sniffed the tip of his nose all the way down his neck, and finally buried it in his collar and took a deep breath, threateningly said: "There is still a year, not far away."

Wen Ai's body trembled, and immediately fell silent.

KFC included a small toy in the children's package. It was a red convertible car with a small yellow man standing on the seat. Wen Ai sat on the sofa, slid the toy car on the coffee table in one hand, and nibble on the hamburger in the other.

Lan Ting sat next to him, dipping the hot fries with tomato sauce, feeding him one from time to time.

"You get more sauce," Wen Ai said dissatisfied with chewing on the fries, "wrap the whole piece, don't just touch your head."

Lan Ting wiped the bread crumbs from the corners of Wen'ai's mouth with his thumb: "According to your request, a pack of medium potatoes must be accompanied by four bags of ketchup, and the standard package is only two bags."

Wen Ai pushed the car forward, hitting Lan Ting's hand on the coffee table, and retorted, "According to your dipping method, a bag of ketchup can't be used up!"

"The refutation is invalid." Lan Ting put away the car and stopped playing with him. "Eat well."

"Don't do it!" Wen Ai stretched out his hand and grabbed it. He was not as skilled as the others, and nestled in the sofa angrily. "You always care about me, do you treat me as a son?"

Hearing this, Lan Ting only glanced at him faintly, making the soles of his feet cold.

There is no need to clean up after eating this meal. The garbage is stuffed directly into the bucket of the family. Wen Ai squinted and stretched. Suddenly, his body lightened and Lan Ting grabbed him.

Lan Ting purposefully threw him on the big bed, bullied his body, kissed him viciously, and pulled his clothes and trousers halfway up by the way, exposing large areas of white skin.

"Do you still think I treat you as a son?" Lan Ting looked at Wen Ai condescendingly, with a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, showing a messy sexy, "Isn't my lover who kissed you?"

Wen Ai was softened by his aggressive eyes, sobbed and shyly covered his eyes with his arms.

Lan Ting leaned down slowly, fingers wrapped around Wen Ai's hair, entangled in an unhurried manner. The gentle movement involved Wen Ai's scalp, giving him a subtle itching sensation, which itch all the way to his heart. go with.

Not only that, Lan Ting also slowly breathed into Wen Ai's ears, stimulating his sensitive ear nerves.

Lan Ting did not make any skin contact with Wen Ai, but only with these two movements, Wen Ai's body was trembling slightly.

"Baby." Lan Ting took away Wen Ai's hand that was blocking his eyebrows, and caressed him through his clothes. The hot palms clearly contained power, but only touched him with the most gentle force. The thrill of an itchy boot made Wen Ai. Can't help but rub his legs, but still can't quench his thirst.

"Woo..." Wen Ai opened his eyes trembling, beautiful eyes filled with spring water, with the crimson at the end of the eyes, innocent and seductive, Lan Ting's heart was rippling, he took off his pants, and buried his head in Between his legs.

Wen Ai was stunned by Lan Ting. At the moment when the peak came, his heart suddenly wringed a familiar pain.

On this seventeenth birthday, Wen Ai had a very miserable life. She hid with her boyfriend at home to help each other, but fell ill in bed and was pushed directly into the operating room.

To make matters worse, at the same time, an entertainment newspaper known for its paparazzi team revealed that Lan Ting was close to him, entering and exiting multiple times, and stayed in a hotel room when he was out of town.

All of a sudden, the relationship between Lan Ting and the "assistant" went viral on the Internet, and the major media even wrote announcements overnight, vying to guess how long the two had been in the dark, and also dug up the previous image data. Whenever they catch the clues, they will go wild. Report.

The speech outside turned uproar, but Lan Ting couldn't tell the least, sitting on the cold bench in the hospital, staring hollowly at the word "in operation" with the red light on.