President, open your mouth and take your medicine

Ms. Wen choked on the "mother-in-law" that Bai Lang called, feeling like she had a mouthful of old blood in her chest, but now that she had opened the conversation, it's better to explain some things clearly, "Xiao Lang, the wound on your face Did Xiao Ran do it?"

Berang: "..."

Wen Ran turned her head to look at the wound on Bai Lang's face, and she also understood: "..."

Seeing that the two were silent, mother Wen understood, coughed awkwardly, and changed the subject, "Xiao Lang, do you... really like Xiao Ran and want to be with him?"

"Yes! I love him! I want to marry him! I want to give him an unforgettable wedding!" Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Lang replied solemnly.

Mother Wen: Why is it that every time I talk to this dead child, I always get choked up and never want to say another word to him again!

Wen Ran's face was paralyzed, her ears were flushed red, and she wanted to pull her hand out of Bai Lang's hand in embarrassment, but Bai Lang's hand was like a pair of fiery pincers, and she couldn't break free no matter what.

Wen Ran: "..."

Wen Ran let him hold her hand as if resigned to his fate, and with a slumped face, he began to be in a daze openly.

For him, these things that are happening to him now are inexplicable and extremely strange!

He didn't expect that he would suddenly travel to another world, he didn't expect that he would have such an embarrassing family, and he didn't expect that he would accept a man as his lover and partner so suddenly and naturally...

Not noticing that her son was distracted, Mother Wen coughed while suppressing Father Wen who couldn't calm down with one hand, and carefully observed Bai Lang's expression, trying to find any clues that could prove that "he is lying", but stared at Bai Lang. That handsome face, which looked terrible at the moment, only found the traces of "the boy from the Bai family seems to have injured his nose and seems to have nosebleeds", and there was no trace of fakeness in the serious and quiet expression.

"Xiao Lang." Mother Wen sat up straight and said earnestly, "Do you know that Uncle Wen wants Xiao Ran to be the heir of the Wen family?"

"I don't need it!" Before Bai Lang could speak, Wen Ran retorted anxiously, "I don't need it, and I don't want to be that so-called 'heir'!"

The anger in Papa Wen's chest dissipated in an instant, followed by a sense of frustration as if a pot of cold water had been poured into his head. At that moment, his heart felt cold.

He suddenly realized that he was wrong!How wrong!This is not an equal and suspense-free negotiation, his authority, his planning and calculations used here will only make Wen Ran - his second son farther and farther away from the Wen family!Moreover, he obviously has no position and no right to point out Wen Ran's life, because, a long time ago, as parents, they really owed a lot to this child who was always expressionless and cold-tempered!

Mother Wen's eyes widened in shock from the similar "declaration" that she didn't want to have anything to do with them, and her whole body slumped like a deflated balloon.

Seeing the momentary stiffness of Wen's father and Wen's mother opposite, Wen Ran realized that his tone might be too cold, so he managed to soften his tone and explained: "It is enough for me to have a superliar, and Wen's will definitely be busy." But come on, heir or something, I think... the older sister and the younger—(Fuck, what’s the brother’s name? Okay)—the younger brother are both suitable!"

He didn't sacrifice anything because of Bai Lang's relationship, but such a family, a huge family business and too many interests involved are not what he wants, what he wants is nothing more than a simple, ordinary and comfortable life.

Wen's father and Wen's mother breathed a sigh of relief looking at Wen Ran, Wen Yun and Wen's younger brother looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Wen Ran quietly observed the reactions of the four people facing him, frowned secretly, and suddenly felt that he was still a bit out of place with that harmonious family of four.

Bai Lang's hand was held backwards by Wen Ran, and it was so strong that it ached a little. He could feel Wen Ran's depressed mood and some overwhelmed fatigue, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Xiaoran has just been discharged from the hospital and still needs to rest. Uncles and aunts... let's go back first. I am here to take care of Xiaoran." Bai Lang sensed Wen Ran's exhaustion and grabbed Wen Ran's shoulders so that Wen Ran could rely on her. On himself, he couldn't help but opened his mouth and issued an order to chase away guests.

……

Obviously, this "family reunion" broke up unhappy.

After Wen's father and mother left, Wen Ran and Bai Lang nestled on the sofa next to each other.

It's rare for Bai Lang to see Wen Ran in such a fragile state: he no longer refuses his hug, and curls up in his arms with his eyes closed tightly like a child, not knowing how to move for a long time.

And Bai Lang was rarely serious in front of Wen Ran and didn't say anything. He just quietly stayed by Wen Ran's side, held him tightly with open arms, and kissed Wen Ran's hair lightly over and over again without any desire. top.

"...Barron"

"Ah."

"Let's just keep going like this, shall we?"

"……it is good!"

"Brown."

"Ok?"

"Bai...Alang."

"……Um!"

"Will you always be with me like this?"

"meeting!"

"...Take out your claws!" Wen Ran opened his eyes suddenly, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out someone's restless claws that had stuck into his clothes with a dark face.

Bai Lang felt awkward, such a good atmosphere, why is my daughter-in-law so awkward!

Rubbing his hands together, the dissatisfied Bai Lang blinked, and suddenly a "tiger preyed on his food" pressed Wen Ran into the gap between the sofa and him, his brows were narrowed, and he kissed all over the world with vicious kisses. Hit Wen Ran.

"Bai... um!" The unfinished words were forced to be swallowed back into the stomach, and the domineering tongue rushed into Wen Ran's mouth and swept away thousands of troops while his lips and teeth were slightly parted. With the strength left to grunt and chirp, he couldn't think of any more stern resistance.

Bai Lang's eyes are as bright as a donkey pulling a mill that suddenly eats a carrot hanging in front of him. A prairie fire is burning inside, wishing to swallow the person under him immediately, but there are too many people who are ignorant of the scene and have no eyesight , just as Bai Lang lifted up Wen Ran's black T-shirt, and was about to make persistent efforts to untie his belt and take off his pants, Wen Ran's phone vibrated vigorously in his trouser pocket.

Bai Lang raised his head viciously, and Ma Liuer was about to take out his phone, wanting to get rid of it quickly, but Wen Ran, who was panting like a doge, took the first step.

Wen Ran stared fiercely at Bai Lang, who was about to snatch the phone, and looked at the caller ID. It wasn't a familiar number, but he still had a little impression, but he really couldn't remember who it was, so he pressed the connect button.

"...Hi," a familiar female voice said hesitantly on the other side of the receiver, "Do you...know...'Wen Ting'?"

Wen Ran froze in place, the mobile phone in his hand slipped onto the sofa, and then onto the clean marble floor reflecting his astonished expression, making a crisp sound.