When I was forced to become a crybaby...

"You haven't slept yet? Did I disturb you just now when I took a shower?" Liang Yan didn't hear the sound of the keyboard when he came out of the shower, thinking that Wen Lang had already fallen asleep.

"I'm upstairs, why bother me." Wen Lang's gaze fell on the milk in his hand, paused, and then turned elsewhere.

Liang Yan lowered his head and covered the milk cap while thinking about what he wanted to do with him, but couldn't figure it out for a long time: "Then... what can you do with me?"

"Didn't you just say you want to refund the money to me?"

"???" Liang Yan looked up at him blankly.

money back?give him?

His ignorant look seemed to have returned to his childhood, the kind of sweet little fool who could get it right away if he cheated.

So much so that when Wen Lang was a child, he was always worried that Liang Yan would be cheated away, and every time he went out to play, he took extra care to guard him.

Thinking about it, it was rare to show a little smile: "Haven't guessed it yet? So hard to guess?"

Liang Yan frowned and looked at him. After a while, his slender eyelashes trembled, his mind also turned around, and his eyes widened: "Are you that game anchor?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Lang casually knocked on the handrail with his long knuckles.

Thinking back to what happened on the Internet today, this is a big difference, okay? "Then why didn't you say it earlier? I know it was you, and I wouldn't reply like that in the beginning."

Wen Lang paused with his index finger, and then pressed his fingers between his eyebrows: "Then how will you reply? Thank you, I'll make an appointment."

What's the date?Who is going to tell him this?

Liang Yan drooped his shoulders, wiped his half-dried hair, bowed his head and said nothing.

After wiping for a long time, I raised my head again: "I will withdraw the money in the account and return it to you."

"You keep it. Go buy the live broadcast equipment tomorrow. I will give you a new job gift." After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Liang Yan trotted to catch up to the stairs: "I don't want it, I'll give it back to you."

"If you give it back to me, I'll go to your live broadcast room every day to do the top ranking." He said as he walked, and when he finished speaking, he had already returned to the room.

If the money was not returned, Liang Yan felt uncomfortable and didn't want to take Wen Lang's money for no reason, so he ran back to his room, grabbed his mobile phone and chased upstairs, stopped at the door of Wen Lang's room, hesitating not to enter.

Although they were already close to each other, Liang Yan was worried about his dislike of his own orientation, so he always paid attention to propriety when getting along with him.

Wen Lang was sitting in front of the computer. He knew he was coming, but he ignored him. He was staring at the replay of the live broadcast. He had to edit the video tonight and put it in the short video to be updated tomorrow.

Liang Yan waited eagerly at the door for a while, then knocked on the door with his fingers: "Wen Lang, I'm coming in."

Wen Lang withdrew his gaze on the screen, as if nothing happened, and even looked surprised: "What do you want from me?"

"Return the money to you." Too lazy to play with him, pretending to be stupid and amnesia, and cut straight to the point.

Someone pushed the mouse, raised his eyebrows and became impatient: "You don't have to pay back what you say."

"I don't want your money." Liang Yan said in a low-pitched but firm voice, even if the tenth-level wind blew.

In the past 19 years, he has spoken to Wen Lang in this tone countless times, but Wen Lang always has something to answer him: "If you don't want it, just take it out and throw it away."

"... Add me on WeChat, and I'll forward it to you." Liang Yan had a headache.

Wen Lang stretched out his hand and pulled off the rubber band tied on the top of his head, his knuckles inserted into his hair and trembled, the hair that was originally gathered together loosened, his forehead was covered by the hanging hair, and his eyebrows and eyes were also hidden by the way Most of it.

When his hair was tied up, it was rusty and wild, so cold that people dare not approach him, but when he loosened it, it was softer, and the ends of his bangs were just at the end of his eyes, showing a bit of laziness.

Liang Yan watched his movements silently from the side, and urged him: "Wen Lang..."

Someone stood up suddenly, grabbed the hem of the clothes and lifted them up, took off the clothes and threw them on the chair.

When riding the motorcycle, Liang Yan put his arms around his waist, guessing that he would have abs, but it was directly exposed in front of his eyes, Liang Yan was still very surprised, and hurriedly looked away.

Wen Lang has grown up, his previously immature body has become strong and strong, the muscles on his body are tight, and his beauty is just right.

"!! Why did you take off your clothes suddenly?"

"Taking a bath and going to bed." Someone dragged his tone lazily.

Liang Yan lowered his eyes awkwardly: "Don't take it off yet, I'll transfer the money to you."

Wen Lang grabbed his pajamas and walked to the door, and stopped when he passed Liang Yan: "Just treat it as if I borrowed from you, and I'll ask you for it when I need the money." There is no bathroom upstairs, so he has to go downstairs to take a shower.

Liang Yan looked at his back downstairs, and Liang Yan's eyes became more complicated: "Wen Lang! You don't need to pity me, I can handle everything well!"

Wen Lang stopped abruptly: "Am I pitying you?"

His words really provoked Wen Lang, and he retreated aggressively to his side: "Try to say it again." The atmosphere instantly became tense and depressing, and the oppressive feeling brought by Wen Lang enveloped Liang Yan's whole body.

But Liang Yan felt that what he said was right, and looked at him with a stiff neck: "Otherwise? You think that I have no parents and no family, and I still owe so much money. You pity me and want to give me alms."

The more I talked, the more excited I became, the nasal voice became more and more serious, and I was a bit crying: "But I don't need it! I can handle it well, and I can bear everything I have to bear! I can... um!"

Wen Lang covered his mouth with his hand, and the frightening aura just now was dragged away by Liang Yan's crying.

Liang Yan's face was originally small, and his hand directly blocked most of it, leaving only teary eyes looking at him with tears at the end of his eyes.

Wen Lang stared at the unshed tears in the corner of his eyes for a moment, then suddenly bent down and approached him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

After a whirlwind, Liang Yan was carried on his shoulders in the blink of an eye and walked downstairs.

Liang Yan: "!!!" Startled, his grievance and anger were distracted.

After being stunned for a while, he began to struggle: "Put me down!"

Wen Lang was walking on the stairs, and kindly reminded: "I'm going up the stairs, if you move around again, don't blame me for falling."

After speaking, he was afraid that Liang Yan would be restless, so he let go of his hand very considerately: "Hold me tightly, I didn't support you."

Being carried didn't feel safe at all, Wen Lang's hands were still loosened, and he stepped up two steps at a time, walking a little unsteadily, so frightened that Liang Yan didn't dare to move, his hands instinctively grabbed Wen Lang's back: "Wen Lang, you Slow down, what are you doing?"

"Send you back to your bedroom to sleep."

"You put me down, it's so uncomfortable to be head down, I'll go by myself."

Wen Lang snorted: "Pour your head down just to pour out the water in your mind, talk nonsense and make yourself cry."

Liang Yan was still pointlessly retorting: "I didn't cry, that's not crying."

"Oh! Isn't it crying? Is it still acting like a baby?"

Liang Yan lowered his head in resignation: "..." It's not coquettish, it's really wanting to be rude.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Lang shrugged and threw him on the bed.

Thinking that he would turn around and leave, he didn't realize that someone was still standing at the head of the bed, staring at him, Liang Yan half propped himself up, and stepped back defensively: "What else are you doing?"

After struggling just now, two of the buttons of his pajamas were undone, and the neckline was opened wide, revealing a large area of ​​skin under the collarbone. Wen Lang glanced at his neckline, avoiding it without a trace: "Have you drained the water from your mind?"

Liang Yan pulled back his skirt and buttoned it up: "I'm right, you are pitying me, but I don't need you to pity me!"

"It's hopeless! I'm so stupid with my brain soaked in water." Wen Lang was so angry that he turned around and left.

When he reached the door, he stopped again, closed his eyes and inhaled: "I'm so mad!" He turned around abruptly, threw the clothes in his hand aside, and glared fiercely at Liang Yan.

He looked so scary, Liang Yan wanted to escape, and retreated strategically: "What are you doing?" He couldn't beat him.