When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan has seen how fierce Wen Lang's fights are.

He doesn't like fighting, and he finds it annoying to gossip, so he said that he wants to fight quickly. After this fight, let the other party remember it for a lifetime, and he will never provoke him again.

Although I don't know the relationship between this group of people and Wen Lang today, nor why they are fighting, but judging by Wen Lang's current mood, if he doesn't stop him, something will happen.

Liang Yan was so anxious that he couldn't care about anything, only Wen Lang's back was in his eyes, he ran over and grabbed Wen Lang's wrist tightly: "Wen Lang, don't!"

Wen Lang subconsciously wanted to shake off the hand that was grabbing his wrist, but the strength in his arm was completely released when he turned around.

Behind him was a little rabbit with red eye circles and teary eyes. His eyelashes were wet with tears. He was worried and anxious, and called him with a soft cry: "Wen Lang..."

Wen Lang stared at the tears that were about to fall on Liang Yan's eyelashes, his Adam's apple slipped, and he couldn't take any steps.

Liang Yan was so anxious that he couldn't care less about crying: "Calm down, Wen Lang, calm down..."

Being begged by him like this, not to mention angry, even if he got angry, he would not get rid of him.

The chair in his hand had just been picked up heavily, but now he put it down gently, careful not to scare a little rabbit with crying red eyes.

Wen Lang held Liang Yan's hand back, instead of holding his wrist like him, but with his fingers intertwined in his hand: "Don't cry." He cried so much that Wen Lang didn't know what he was doing here.

Wen Lang's palm was very warm, Liang Yan curled his fingertips, let him hold it obediently, his wet eyelashes trembled slightly, looked at him, nodded, but tears still slid down the corners of his eyes.

Wen Lang regretted that he shouldn't have brought him here, clasped his shoulders to make people sit down, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his knuckles: "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it."

Turning around and walking into the chaotic crowd, a steel pipe flew from nowhere and hit him head-on.

Liang Yan took a breath in fright: "Be careful!"

On the side of Wen Lang's shoulder, he easily dodged it.

The steel pipe fell to the ground and made a series of loud clangs. At the same time, Wen Lang raised his arms, grabbed one of the people by the back collar of his clothes, and tore apart the two fighting each other in front of him.

The two struggled cursingly at first, but when they turned their heads and saw Wen Lang's face, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, they immediately dared not move again, and one of the boys called Lang brother tremblingly.

The other people who were tearing up suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and looked towards them.

It all stopped immediately.

Wen Lang's cold eyes swept over everyone present, and finally fell on a bald boy: "Aye, where are you?"

Ah Ye's eyes flickered, and with a panic that was too late to hide, he tugged on his collar that was pulled away, and bowed his head in response: "Boss, I..."

"Don't talk." Wen Lang glanced at the others, pointing to a boy wearing glasses: "Xiao Wen, tell me."

The boy named Xiaowen is as the name suggests, gentle and gentle, he looks very young, about fifteen or sixteen, looks at Wen Lang with a face of embarrassment, and his voice is like a mosquito: "Brother Lang, I... I didn't Fight, I'm fighting."

Wen Lang stepped across the mess with his long legs, and stopped in front of him, blocking his sight: "Tell me, what's going on."

Xiao Wen Chui was digging at the line of his trousers with his knuckles on his side, struggling for a long time: "Brother Lang, I...I don't know."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't you really know? Huh?"

Wen Lang was obviously smiling, and his tone was casual and casual, but it just made people feel uneasy, and even felt oppressed.

Xiaowen lowered his head, his lips were almost bitten, and from Liang Yan's perspective, he seemed to be about to cry.

"I don't have time to spend here with you." Wen Lang glanced at A Ye beside him from the corner of his eyes, his tone was a little colder than before.

A Ye was forced to take a step back by his gaze, and turned his head away.

Ah Ye looked away, and Xiaowen's tense back relaxed a little: "Brother Ye and Cong Jing had a bar in the afternoon training, but they were persuaded by the manager to leave, and then...Brother Ye brought someone over at night, and... ...and that's it..."

"Aye, bring people to the base to make trouble? It's promising." Wen Lang took a step back and stood in front of Aye.

Ah Ye lowered his head so much that he quickly shrunk his clothes collar, not daring to say a word.

"From tomorrow onwards, A Ye and Cong Jing will be relegated to the fourth team, and the contract will not be renewed next year when the contract expires." Wen Lang's voice was not high, but his words were forceful, and his gaze caught A Ye's eyes: "This is the last time that outsiders come here." base, no next time”

Ah Ye's body stiffened into a plank, and his hanging hands trembled slightly.

Wen Lang turned around and glanced at the boys A Ye had found: "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."

Several people looked at each other for a while, and walked away dejectedly.

Wen Lang looked at the messy ground, and there were a lot of damaged chairs and equipment: "Make a list of the broken things, and Ah Ye will compensate you according to the price."

After finishing what should be said, Wen Lang walked back to Liang Yan's side: "Let's go."

Sitting back in the car again, Wen Lang was still staring at him.

At this time, his mood had stabilized, and he felt that he had lost his composure just now, and lowered his head to avoid Wen Lang's sight: "Why do you keep staring at me?"

But he forgot that Wen Lang is a nuisance, and wanted to avoid him but refused to do so. He stretched out his hand to pinch Liang Yan's chin, and faced him: "Your eyes are still red, are you scared?"

Liang Yan looked at him awkwardly for a moment, then quickly lowered his eyes: "I'm not afraid of them fighting, I'm afraid of you."

"fear me?"

Liang Yan nodded seriously: "Well, you are scary when you fight." Leaning on the back of the chair resentfully: "I can't stop you, every time I watched you fight in high school, I wanted to avoid you, afraid When you get angry, hit me."

Liang Yan's words were silly, but seeing his earnestness with a slight grievance, he felt gentle and soft.

He took a breath, still feeling uncomfortable, stared at him for a long time, finally couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his soft hair: "I won't fight in the future, let alone hit you."

His tone was too gentle, with a low and weary ending, and he swept Liang Yan's heart lightly and lightly, and he couldn't help being stunned.

He has seen Wen Lang who is angry and angry, Wen Lang who is happy and complacent, and Wen Lang who is eccentric and angry. He thinks he has seen all of Wen Lang's appearances, but he has not.

Liang Yan has never seen such Wen Lang. When he speaks softly, his voice is pleasant to hear. Watching him with gentle and focused eyes, his heartbeat will speed up uncontrollably.

With Liang Yan's heart beating faster and faster, Wen Lang suddenly leaned forward, getting closer...

Liang Yan: "!!!" His breathing was messed up, and he instinctively put his hands on Wen Lang's chest, because his breath was unstable, the ending sound trembled: "Wen Lang, you..."

作者有话要说：呼噜呼噜毛儿，吓不着～感谢在2022-01-2920:33:32~2022-02-0420:46:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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