When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan waved his hand at the car, and the glass on the side of the driver's cab slowly lowered.

Wen Lang was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Liang Yan was dragging his suitcase and was about to go there when someone behind him called his name: "Xiao Yan!"

Tao Zi and Hu Yang walked towards him together, Tao Zi looked at the suitcase in his hand: "Xiao Yan, do you want to go back to Beicheng? It's just on the way, come with us."

Liang Yan pointed across the road: "Thank you Taozi, my friend has come to pick me up."

Tao Zi looked in the direction of his finger, but only saw Wen Lang's silhouette: "Oh, well, by the way, add a WeChat account, and I will keep in touch after returning to Beicheng!"

Hu Yang watched Taozi exchange contact information with him, his face was a little ugly, and he urged Taozi to get in the car.

Liang Yan had just put his cell phone in his pocket and was about to find Wen Lang, when a car pulled out of the homestay stopped in front of him, Wen Hao pushed open the rear door and got out: "Get in the car, Yanyan, I'm going to meet someone in Beicheng Friends, let's go together."

Liang Yan raised his finger and pointed at Wen Lang's car, before he could speak, he was interrupted by Chu Hanwen behind him: "Liang Yan, I'll take you back."

Liang Yan looked at the two people standing in front of him, pursed his lower lip, and completed what he hadn't said just now: "Thank you two teachers, but someone has come to pick me up."

The man had already got out of the car. He was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see his eyes clearly, but from the corners of his mouth that was drawn straight, he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The three of them watched Wen Lang striding towards the front, none of them said anything, but their expressions were different.

Especially Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen, their eyes gradually became deep, and even showed a bit of hostility.

Wen Lang stood beside Liang Yan, picked up his suitcase as if no one else was there, nodded to the other two as a greeting, and turned to Liang Yan: "Go home."

Liang Yan knew that Wen Lang had come over early and waited for a long time, so he was a little sorry that it was not good to keep him waiting, so he waved to Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen: "Goodbye, two teachers."

Before crossing the road, Wen Lang stopped and grabbed Liang Yan's wrist: "Follow."

Under the watchful eyes of Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen, Wen Lang led Liang Yan to the opposite side of the road, stuffed him into the co-pilot, and finally drove past.

The car disappeared, and the two people looked back and looked at each other, as if they had something to say.

But no one spoke first, and there was a stalemate for a while, and finally said goodbye without pain, and each got into their own cars.

Wen Lang drove a long way before taking off his hat and sunglasses, and handing them directly into Liang Yan's arms.

Liang Yan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, he glanced at him from the corner of the eye: "Help me put it away." Looking for something to say.

Liang Yan opened the storage box, found the glasses case and put away the sunglasses, and asked him casually, "Why did you come here so fast? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Wen Lang stared straight ahead, and said coldly, "No."

"You are in a hurry, I see you are not very happy."

Wen Lang turned his head and looked at him faintly: "I, Gao, Xing."

"Oh." Liang Yan didn't bother to argue, a neuropathy is a neuropathy, and the way of being happy is different from normal people.

As soon as Wen Lang stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the car was increased to another gear.

Liang Yan sat in the co-pilot in a muffled voice, and fell asleep before he knew it.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark. Wen Lang was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at his mobile phone. Seeing that Liang Yan had woken up, he turned to look at him: "Have you slept well?"

Liang Yan stretched his crumpled skirt and looked out the window: "What time is it?"

"08:30."

"08:30?" Liang Yan didn't expect to sleep for so long: "It's so late, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You haven't been sleeping well recently." Wen Lang put down his phone and held the steering wheel.

Liang Yan turned his head in surprise, he didn't tell anyone about the insomnia, except for the doctor, no one knew: "How do you know?"

"You drink milk before going to bed recently, you didn't drink it before."

Liang Yan did not drink it before. He didn't like the taste of milk, but insomnia was too much torment. He was willing to try any method: "Occasionally, I can't sleep well... I read on the Internet that milk helps sleep."

But Liang Yan didn't want to talk about his own situation. He didn't want to, and he wasn't used to showing his negative emotions.

"You must be hungry after waiting so late." Liang Yan began to change the subject.

Wen Lang turned his head and stared at him deeply for a while: "What do you want to eat?"

Suddenly remembered that there was something for Wen Lang in his bag: "Wait a minute."

Pull the backpack from the back seat, unzip it, and take out a transparent box.

Fearing that the little fox would be crushed, he specially asked the kitchen boy at the hotel for a packing box: "This is for you."

Wen Lang looked at the little fox lying in the box, a little surprised: "How do you have time to do this?"

Knowing each other so well, he could tell at a glance that Liang Yan made it himself.

Liang Yan opened the lid and moved the box forward: "I made it during the recording of the show, and I saved one to bring back for you. I even wrapped pineapple stuffing in it."

Although Wen Lang and Wen Lang had a bad relationship since they were young, they still know each other's preferences very well. Wen Lang likes to eat pineapples and doesn't like oranges, but he likes orange peels.

Because when the orange peel is pressed hard, the juice will burst out, which is particularly irritating to the eyes. When Wen Lang was a child, he would always bully him with the orange peel. Thinking about it, he thought it was disgusting.

"For me?" Wen Lang didn't answer, his eyes still resting on his face.

Liang Yan forgave him a lot for his wicked behavior when he was a child, but mainly because he didn't want to be angry: "Well, I wanted to bring it back to you when I did it."

I don't know if it was his illusion, Wen Lang's face that had been cold all afternoon finally turned cloudy, and he took the little fox, but didn't eat it.

Liang Yan watched him close the box and put it away: "Let's go..." Just halfway through speaking, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Wen Lang picked up the phone, but hung up without saying a few words, his expression became cold again, and in a blink of an eye, it became cloudy again: "I have something to deal with, and I don't have time to send you back, so you go with me."

Wen Lang drove to a villa, and Liang Yan looked at the villa through the car window: "Where is this? Your friend's house? Is it convenient for me to go in?"

Wen Lang has already unbuckled his seat belt: "It's not someone, it's the training base, get out of the car."

Liang Yan followed him into the villa, and was stunned as soon as he entered the door.

The villa has three floors, and the area is very large. The first floor is at least several hundred square meters. It is divided into two areas, half of which are equipped with various fitness equipment, and the other half of which are entertainment equipment.

But what surprised Liang Yan was not the equipment, but the crowd.

The scene was chaotic and violent, and the two of them didn't even notice when they entered the door.

Liang Yan pursed his lower lip and looked at Wen Lang.

Wen Lang didn't care about the chaotic crowd, but with a cold face, walked towards one of the boys who was recording a video with his mobile phone, leaned over to him, and said in a frosty tone, "Don't you think it's not embarrassing enough? Want to send it out to let more people know?" Anyone see these lunatics?"

The boy trembled, and the phone fell to the ground in fright, and he stammered, "Lang... Brother Lang."

Wen Lang squinted at the phone that fell on the ground: "Delete it, if I see anything about today on the Internet, I'll take you."

The boy nodded blankly, swallowed his saliva, picked up the phone and quickly deleted all the videos and photos he just took.

Only then did Wen Lang turn his gaze to the crowd who were fighting with each other, his eyes were ruthless, and he picked up the wooden chair beside him...

The author has something to say: Screaming Lang: He brought me a gift ^O^/, he misses me!