It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Lan Ting finally coaxed Wen Ai with the remaining half box of fried chicken. While Wen Ai was sitting on the bedside and chewing happily, he approached him and hugged him, and asked, "Why was I unhappy just now? What did I commit? Wrong, you said I will change it."

Wen Ai chewed the crispy chicken with relish, and didn't even look at him directly.

"Say, baby." Lan Ting used both hands together, rubbing Wen Ai's small waist, "I can avoid it next time I know."

"Don't mess with me." Wen Ai twisted his body impatiently, his waist freed from Lan Ting's hands, "Can you play your own way? I just want to have a quiet midnight snack."

Lan Ting was choked and blocked his throat. It was especially uncomfortable if he didn't get up. You said he provokes this little ancestor, and he was fine before entering the bathroom. He clung to him and hugged him. How to wash After a shower, the world has changed a lot!

Lan Ting did not dare to disturb his little ancestor eating, holding him motionless, Wen Ai didn't push him anymore, pretending to be unpleasant, but he was still very comfortable, leaning in Lan Ting's arms, with a big appetite Kill the fried chicken by opening the ground.

"Come on, wipe his mouth." Lan Ting helped him clean up, stuffing the oil-absorbed paper ball and the disposable gloves he took off into the fried chicken box, temporarily putting it on the bedside table, and finishing the series During the action, Lan Ting put the tip of his nose on Wen Ai's lips and sniffed, and said, "The baby's mouth is so delicious, let her husband taste it."

Wen Ai tilted his head, avoiding Lan Ting's lips in time, and dismantled the platform uninterestingly, "Don't you just taste the fried chicken? You can lick the box if you want to taste it."

Lan Ting pouted persistently and ran after him: "I just want to lick you."

"Are you annoying!" Wen Ai raised his voice and shouted, pushing hard against his chest, too hard, and fell on the bed first. He simply got into the quilt to hide, "I take advantage of me every day. Enough, I want to say'no' to you!"

Lan Ting froze for a moment, then laughed, and squeezed the ball across the quilt as Wen Tuantuan: "Do you want to make trouble with me for this?"

Wen Tuantuan moved aside: "If you know the reason, you still touch me. Is it possible to stay away?"

"Good, good." Lan Ting was afraid that the little dumpling would explode, so he moved a few times in the opposite direction, his buttocks hanging halfway outside the bed, crying and laughing, "Is this going down? Come out soon, don't hold back. ."

Arched high and moved by the group, Wen Ai poked his head out from underneath like a snail, and after making sure that Lan Ting was too far away, did he slowly sit up under the quilt.

Lan Ting stared at him for a while, and said seriously: "Baby, I am not taking advantage of you. I like you and want to hug you. This is normal. Don't you often pester me to kiss you?"

"That was before." Wen Ai looked away proudly, "I don't like it now. You can't touch me without my permission."

Lan Ting didn't believe that such a clingy thing like Wen Ai could change as long as it was said to have changed. Lan Ting raised his eyebrows and said readily: "Okay, you have the final say."

Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Wen Ai felt a little disappointed in his heart. He made this request because he wanted to respond to Lan Ting, but he died first. Before the response was over, he saw Lan Ting getting out of bed, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you going?"

Lan Ting went to the closet to find the quilt, hugged it back to the bed, and said with a faint smile: "Don't you let it be touched? Score the quilt to sleep."

Turning off the lights, the two lay on a bed each. Wen Ai was used to falling asleep in Lan Ting's arms. Suddenly lost that warmth and sense of security. I really couldn't sleep, but for the final victory, all difficulties can be overcome. .

Lan Ting silently listened to Wen Ai's tossing and turning, and the corners of his mouth rose up quietly, small things, see how long you can hold on.

Lan Ting waited and waited with his eyes open. He never waited until Wen Ai came to surrender. He was wondering, but suddenly there was a small snoring next to him, which appeared particularly clear in the dark and quiet room. He gritted his teeth and turned Wen Ai, who was lying on his side, over, and patted his face a few times. He didn't get the slightest response. Not only was he asleep, but he was asleep!

Lan Ting was so angry that his head was smoking, his hands were in front of Wen Ai's face for a long time, and he was not willing to awaken people. He grabbed Wen Ai's quilt and lifted it directly under the bed. Obviously he had a stomachache. The fire vented on the quilt.

Lan Ting pulled Wen Ai into his bed, slapped him on the **** twice, and said viciously: "He was heartless, he let out his temper, and even put your man to sleep on the side."

Wen Ai snored completely unaffected, and slept under Lan Ting's eyelids with an innocent and harmless face, as obediently as a little doll. Lan Ting looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed, kissed his eyes, nose and mouth one by one, and put his arms around him to sleep.

Lan Ting originally thought that Wen Ai was arguing with him as a child's temper, and he would soon return to normal. He didn't expect that this sad night was just the beginning. Wen Ai began to pick up various things, find bones in the eggs, and there was stubbornness. If you don't have a problem, you have to find a point to embarrass him, and say that you will not touch anything. You must obtain permission in advance if you hold a hand, or you will be able to shout at you on the street.

Wen Ai is a small firecracker right now. It can explode if it doesn’t go well, and the temper cannot be coaxed. Lan Ting tries his best to follow him, but no matter how fast he admits his mistakes, no matter how good his attitude is, Wen Xiaojiao does not even see it. The same, how to make trouble, how to make trouble, it is unhappy to find him hard.

"Blue Ting!" Sitting in the living room, Wen Ai yelled at the kitchen fiercely, "Didn't you ask you to increase the temperature! I'm cold!"

Lan Ting ran out in a hurry, still holding a frying spoon in his hand, and apologized: "I was busy cooking just now, I forgot."

The remote control was actually resting on the coffee table, and Wen Ai could reach it with a little stretch of his hand. Lan Ting took the remote control to increase the temperature, and went back to the kitchen without saying a word, wearing an apron like an aggrieved little wife.

Until the dishes were served, Wen Ai still tugged at the matter reluctantly: "What is your memory? I think you did it on purpose. You can memorize such thick lines. Let me tell you a word. You forget when you turn around?"

"I really forgot." Lan Ting added a piece of braised pork to him and said in kindness, "This meat is fresh, baby, please try it."

Wen Ai picked up the braised pork from the bowl and threw it on the table without mercy: "It's so fat, I won't eat it."

Lan Ting sighed secretly. He had clearly called for a meal before, but now he changed his taste abruptly in order to get angry with him.

Wen Ai held his chopsticks for a long time without falling down. After watching the four dishes and one soup on the table, he threw the chopsticks directly: "Except for braised pork, it's all vegetarian. In winter, it's still vegetarian. Can't you get some calorie meat? "

Seeing Wen Ai's chest rising and falling with anger, Lan Ting immediately got up and walked to his side, squatting halfway to help him rub his heart: "It's me who is not good. I will give you some chicken thighs as compensation later, but don't make yourself angry. Up."

"I'm healed! It's not a heart attack! Don't treat me like a patient!" Wen Ai asked angrily, "Are you afraid that I would die?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Lan Ting said with a solemn expression, and his tone was very strong, "You are not allowed to put this word on your lips!"

Wen Ai's little heart trembled, and he was almost bluffed by Lan Ting's expression. However, he has been playing bad temper every day during this period. He has already had experience. As soon as his acting broke out, he jumped directly from his chair and took his phone. Go to the door.

"Stop!" Lan Ting yelled behind him. Seeing that his pace was quickening, he immediately caught up with him and caught him. "Why are you going? The meal has not been finished yet."

Wen Ai glared at him, "I'm not happy to stay, I want to go home!"

On Friday and Saturday, Wen Ai usually sleeps here at Lan Ting. Today Lan Ting also just returned from a business trip. The two have not seen each other for a whole week. Lan Ting dreams about Wen Yai every day, but finally reunited. It took less than two hours to get together. To leave, Lan Ting's heart was really a little uncomfortable now.

He adjusted his breathing and said softly, "Let's go after eating. I'll send you off."

"No!" Wen Ai opened his hand vigorously, pushed the door decisively and left.

Lan Ting broke down and grabbed his hair, took off the coat on the coat rack and ran after him.

"Don't turn off!" Lan Ting made a short sprint, and managed to squeeze in before the elevator doors closed. He pressed the small circle button on the first floor, turned his head and said to Wen Ai, "I will send you back."

Wen Ai grabbed his arm and didn't speak. The elevator descended to the first floor. As soon as the door opened a wide slit, Wen Ai ran out immediately. Lan Ting raised his hand to pull him, but only pulled the button on the sleeve of his coat. Come down, let him slip away successfully.

Lan Ting chased all the way to the main road outside the community and pressed Wen Ai's hand to stop the taxi, "Let me see you off, OK?"

Wen Ai did not turn his head, looked at the traffic flow, and categorically refused: "Not good."

"Baby..." Lan Ting broke his face to face him, looked at his eyes and pleaded, "Don't fight with me, can you tell me what I did wrong?"

Lan Ting didn't care whether there was ambushing paparazzi around, moved up and touched Wen Ai's forehead, nose to nose, and murmured: "Don't torture me anymore...What can we do to be like before..."

This wounded tone made Wen Ai's heart tighten, and his eyes were instantly wet. How sad Lan Ting loves him now.

"Let go." Wen Ai couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed Lan Ting softly, and his voice softened, "Don't delay me going home."

Seeing that he wasn't as angry as he was just now, Lan Ting boldly pressed a kiss on his forehead: "Okay, I'll call a car for you."

This is a prosperous area, with cars coming and going, and soon an empty car drove up.

"Call me when you get home." Lan Ting bent over and leaned on the door of the car, and after instructing Wen Ai, he repeated the address with the driver again, "Master, you drive slowly."

The car started and Wen Ai waved to Lan Ting through the window glass.

Lan Ting took down the license plate number and stood by the side of the road. He turned around and walked back until the shadow of the car was no longer visible.