It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

The lighting in the bedroom is in a comfortable warm tone. Wen Ai is sitting in the middle of the big bed, crossing his legs and hugging a square pillow. The scene is homely and cozy. Lan Ting almost forgot that this is a hotel, so he threw away the iron bar and walked over to sit by the bed , looking at Wen Ai leisurely: "My child, why are you here?"

"I'm not a child!" Wen Ai retorted unhappily, took out a document from under his butt, and showed it to him, "Did you see it? It's clearly written in black and white, you can't let it go!"

The paper was crumpled, Lan Ting glanced at the title at the top, and burst out laughing: "Nurture agreement?"

"Hmm!" Wen Ai glanced at him triumphantly, pointing to the terms and conditions of the agreement, "I am Party A, and you are Party B. During the duration of the relationship, Party B cannot establish a romantic relationship with others, let alone have intimate contact. The itinerary is reported in real time to meet the needs of Party A at any time."

Lan Ting was delighted to hear this, and looked at it all the way with the corner of his mouth tilted up. Finally, he stretched out his finger and tapped on the signature: "This is Wang Zhen's name, you are here to keep it." It's him, go find him to fulfill his obligations."

"He's your manager. He takes over the work for you. You have to do it." Wen Ai thought for a while, raised his buttocks, then took out a pen, stuffed it into Lan Ting's hand, and grabbed his hand in his hand. The agreement was signed, two crooked words, if you didn't read carefully, you wouldn't know that it said "Lan Ting".

Lan Ting let him fiddle with it without any resistance, and when he was finally finished, he grabbed his thigh and lifted his ass up.

"What are you doing!" Wen Ai yelled, smashed Lan Ting away with a pillow, sat back covering his buttocks, and his face was a little red.

"See if you have anything hidden under your butt." Lan Ting said with a smile, "A4 paper, gel pen, why do you put everything there?"

Wen Ai hesitated and couldn't answer, at first he waited alone in the room, when he heard the movement at the door outside, knowing that Lan Ting was coming, he became more excited and nervous, and for some reason he hid the thing under his buttocks.

Lan Ting saw that Wen Ai's face was blushing because of being teased by him, and his heart was itchy as if being scratched by a dog's tail grass. He took the agreement from him, looked down at Party A's signature: "Jing Huan?"

Wen Ai responded: "What?"

Lan Ting leaned over, put his hands on his side, and slowly approached him: "Speak, what do you want to do?"

Wen Ai looked at his ever-enlarged handsome face, and asked in confusion, "What?"

The corner of Lan Ting's mouth hooked into a smile, and his voice was low: "Don't you want to meet your needs at any time? Ask me to come to the hotel, what do you want to do?"

The two of them were almost face to face. After Wen Ai understood the twist in Lan Ting's words, her cheeks became ripe instantly, but she was not willing to admit her cowardice, so she bit the bullet and said fiercely: "I want to sleep with you! Give me a bath go!"

Lan Ting put her head on his shoulder and laughed for a long time, then she got up and walked into the bathroom: "Okay, just wait for me."

Hearing the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, Wen Ai picked up the square pillow and embraced it again, thinking about it and looking forward nervously, and finally buried her flushed face in the pillow.

Lan Ting came out wearing a bathrobe, with a loose belt around her waist, and the two strong calves exposed at the hem when she was walking were particularly sexy.

Wen Ai hugged the square pillow tightly, pretending to be calm and directing: "Close the curtains."

Lan Ting went to the window and drew the curtain, and turned off the lights when he came back. The sun had not set after five o'clock, and the faint light came in, making the room dim.

Wen Ai felt the mattress tremble twice, and his heart beat rapidly. Lan Ting moved over to hug him, and took off his clothes while kissing...

Just when the entanglement was getting intense, all the erotic images suddenly disappeared.

Wen Ai opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, he was in a daze for a while.

"Are you awake?" Lan Ting's voice came from next to him, Wen Ai looked sideways, Lan Ting was wearing a bathrobe leaning against the head of the bed, looking at him with a half-smile: "Aren't you going to sleep with me? Come out after taking a shower, You should go to bed first."

Wen Ai was in a daze, with a pinch of dumb hair upturned on the top of her head, looking a little cute.

Lan Ting twitched the lock of hair, and asked while stroking, "What did you dream about? You keep whimpering."

"I want you to take care of it!" Wen Ai felt that it was embarrassing to have a dream, so he slapped his hand away angrily, and sat up hugging the quilt, "Why didn't you call me!"

"Why didn't I call you?" Lan Ting raised his eyebrows, "I yelled and yelled, I shook and shook, and I almost threw you into the bathtub."

In fact, he wasn't telling the truth. At that time, seeing Wen Ai sleeping so soundly, with a small red face sunken in the pillow, he was cuter than any other child. He was afraid of waking people up, so he carefully moved him into the bed, and then Afraid that it would be unsafe to leave the child here alone, he kept him sleeping without complaint.

Wen Ai slept for two hours this time, and it was almost 07:30, the two called for dinner.Lan Ting ate quickly, Wen Ai was still eating the chicken wings, and he had already changed his clothes.

"Why are you going?" Wen Ai was like a vigilant animal, "Don't go, stay with me tonight."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Otherwise, we will pay liquidated damages! Three times!"

"Don't go." Lan Ting helped him wipe off the oil stains around his mouth, leaned on the dining table and smiled at him, "I'm going to buy a condom and lubricant."

Wen Ai was almost caught by a chicken bone, pinched his neck and coughed hard, his face flushed from coughing.

"Look at you, you can't even eat anything." Lan Ting patted Wen Ai's back, and then comforted him when he calmed down, "I'm just kidding, how old are you? I'm going to jail. I'm going home, and I'm not finished with the script."

"Can't you watch it here?" Wen Ai's eyes were wet from coughing, with a very aggrieved expression, "You signed the agreement, you have to obey me."

Lan Ting has always felt that his heart is hard, and he has decided to be what he is. Anyone who intercedes and threatens is useless. At the beginning, his mother was not optimistic about him entering the showbiz, and after chasing him to the train station, he failed to persuade him to go back, but now Wen Ai With such a grievance, her rock-solid heart immediately softened into dough, and she changed her mind as soon as she changed her mind.

Lan Ting pulled out the chair and sat next to Wen Ai, put on gloves to help him peel the crayfish, "You stayed out overnight, did you say hello to home?"

Wen Ai lacked confidence: "My uncle knows."

Lan Ting heard the loophole, and asked while feeding him: "What about your parents? Do you live with your uncle?"

With a guilty conscience, Wen Ai chewed on the lobster meat without answering.Thinking about it with his toes, he knew that Xiang Ning would not let him mess around outside, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask, so he slipped out when Xiang Ning was not in the country.

Lan Ting frowned, making a good guess: "You sneaked out? I'll take you back later."

Wen Ai intended to refute, but the words were blocked by the stuffed shrimp meat, Lan Ting speeded up the shelling: "Hurry up, do you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Wen Ai explained vaguely: "I'm on sick leave! I won't return!"

"You still have the strength to come out and run around when you're sick?" Lan Ting thought that Wen Ai had lied to the teacher, and taught him, "You can't do well in your studies, and you still pretend to be sick to skip class, you are so capable."

"Who's pretending!" Wen Ai took his hand, took off the gloves soaked in spicy oil, and pressed her heart, "I fell ill here a few days ago, and I took a long vacation."

Lan Ting frowned: "Heart disease?"

Wen Ai nodded: "When I'm sick, it hurts, like a knife is stirring inside! Sometimes I can't breathe, I almost suffocate."

Listening to his description, Lan Ting frowned more and more.

Wen Ai sold out miserably, and looked at him pitifully: "I'm already like this, and you're still talking about me."

Lan Ting gently rubbed his heart for him, and coaxed him in a soft tone: "Hey, don't be angry, I shouldn't say you."

Wen Ai climbed up the pole, hugged his arm and asked expectantly: "Do you love me?"

"Well, it hurts." Lan Ting kissed his oily little mouth very naturally, "My heart hurts."

Wen Ai pursed her lips subconsciously, and blushed after thinking about it.

Lan Ting pinched his face: "Is that embarrassing? Why don't you faint from shame when you share the same bed later?"

Wen Ai was taken aback for a moment, then hugged him happily: "Aren't you going to send me back?"

Lan Ting looked at his smiling eyebrows, his eyes softened unconsciously.