When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Wen Lang stopped, looked down at the hand on his chest, his voice was still gentle: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Liang Yan's heart beat faster, his Adam's apple slipped for a moment, and he suppressed his frantic heartbeat: "What... are you doing?"

Wen Lang looked at his panicked eyes, reached out and grabbed the seat belt behind him, and pulled it in front of him: "Pull the seat belt."

Liang Yan looked down at the strap across his chest, heaved an inaudible sigh of relief, and whispered: "Oh."

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do?" Wen Lang fastened his seat belt for him, but he didn't lean back, still staring at him: "Think I'm going to..."

"No!" Liang Yan blurted out, "I didn't think so." He lied, and the roots of his ears were red.

Wen Lang lazily leaned back to his seat, holding the steering wheel with his slender knuckles: "Think I'll be like some people, taking advantage of you when I get the chance?"

"I didn't think so!" Liang Yan became anxious again.

"Heh." Wen Lang glanced at the side-view mirror, drove the car away from the villa, and said in a cold tone, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you. In my eyes, you're just a child." Fluffy hair: "Stupid."

Liang Yan turned his head away from his hand and stared at him resentfully: "I'm not interested in you either, old man!"

Along the way, Liang Yan folded his arms and looked out the window without saying a word to him.

But it's only one year older than myself, who is it called a child!He is stupid and childish!

Not only did Liang Yan not talk to him that night, but he didn't bother to talk to him for the next two days.

**

On the way out of class on Friday, Fei Ziming danced with excitement: "Mr. Liang, are you nervous? I haven't slept well the past few nights!"

Is insomnia contagious?

The passing classmates greeted Liang Yan, Liang Yan responded with a smile, and then turned to look at him: "I'm fine, don't be so nervous, it will affect your rest."

Fei Ziming stopped and took a deep breath: "When I think that "Brave Forward" will be broadcast tonight, I am so nervous that I can hardly breathe." Fearing that Liang Yan would not believe it, he took his hand and pressed it on his chest: " You touch my heartbeat, bang bang."

Liang Yan patted his chest reassuringly: "Relax, don't be nervous."

Fei Ziming exhaled and took a few deep breaths: "I

In the past few days, I have traveled all over the men's dormitory, and I also asked my classmates for help in the women's dormitory, tonight!The entire Jingda ticket is yours! "

Liang Yan stopped and looked at him seriously: "Zi Ming, thank you."

Fei Ziming's carefree personality was not used to Liang Yan talking to him so seriously, so he grabbed his shoulders with a smile: "Actually, thanking me is very simple. Next time you go to record a show, get me a personal autograph from Wen Hao. How about it?"

Liang Yan nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Fei Ziming's eyes lit up immediately, and his other arm was excited: "That's a deal! Don't go back on your word!"

"Cuddling and hugging in broad daylight, let go of your hands!"

The sudden voice behind him made Fei Ziming tremble, and instinctively dropped his hand from Liang Yan's shoulder.

Liang Yan turned his head and saw Wen Lang, Wei Zhe and the boy Xiaowen he met at the training base that day.

When he turned his head, the three of them had already come to him. Wei Zhe squeezed sideways between him and Fei Ziming. The old cadre said, "You two pay attention to your image, what do you say?"

Liang Yan was squeezed into Wen Lang's chest, and glanced at him in disgust. Why is this man's chest so hard that his shoulder hurts.

Wen Lang just lowered his head and caught Liang Yan's small expression: "Stare at me?"

"Is it a stone man? The chest is so hard." Liang Yan rubbed his shoulders, and took a step back to distance himself from him.

"Heh, why don't you say you're soft?" Wen Lang disdainfully.

"Where am I being soft?" Even though he was naive, Liang Yan couldn't help but slap him when he remembered that he said he was stupid two days ago.

"How can you not be soft?" Wen Lang waved in twos and twos.

Liang Yan naturally wanted to argue to the end: "I'm not soft anywhere! I'm tough!"

"Come here and let me touch it." Wen Lang gestured and stretched out his hand.

"Stop! Stop it, both of you!" Wei Zhe called to stop urgently: "What are you talking about like tigers and wolves, and there are still children here!" After speaking, he said to Xiaowen Nunu: "He just turned eighteen, you two should restrain yourself."

Xiaowen was suddenly cueed, and lowered his head shyly: "Brother Lang, I'll go to Zuise to book a card first, and then I'll go back to the base to inform everyone."

Seeing Wen Lang nodding, Xiao Wen tugged at the strap of his backpack and hurried towards the school gate.

Fei Ziming lightly touched Wei Zhe with his elbow: "Brother Zhe, are you going to get drunk at night?"

These two people have obviously been in touch recently, and they have a very close relationship. Wei Zhe fiddled with the zipper pendant on Fei Ziming's backpack while walking: "Of course we have to go, we always..."

"Cough!" Wen Lang suddenly had an itchy throat and cleared it.

Wei Zhe almost bit his tongue: "We... decided to go a long time ago."

Fei Ziming's eyes lit up, he grabbed Wei Zhe's shoulders and said, "Let's go together!"

The premiere of Liang Yan's variety show, Zhou Yi will naturally not let go of the great opportunity to promote the bar

The red carpet with drunken flower baskets at the entrance, the banners and flags are even more spectacular than at the opening, and the stage where Liang Yanping performed was full of brilliance, and the ground was covered with petals.

Fei Ziming picked up two roses and teased: "Mr. Liang, brother Zhou has lost all his money today."

Zhou Yi, who was so busy over there, turned around and sneezed.

On weekdays, when Liang Yan stayed at the venue, it would be full of drunks every night. This time, the special meeting for the premiere of the variety show, the number of customers in the store soared by more than three times.

Liang Yan stood in the background, looking at the full card slots, curled up his knuckles hanging by his side, and held them in his palms.

The theme song of "Bravely Forward" sounded, and the noisy atmosphere was covered by the high-decibel music. Liang Yan stood in the middle of the stage stepping on the rose petals all over the floor.

The voice that had just been covered exploded the moment he stood in the middle of the stage.

Liang Yan was dressed in a white suit, standing under the light, with clear eyes and thin lips slightly pursed, looking at the passionate audience.

Tonight, everyone at the scene came for him.

He didn't need to sing tonight. Zhou Yi arranged a game session, in order to let Liang Yan interact with fans more and get closer. When the show officially starts, canvassing votes will be more confident.

In the second round of the game, he drank two glasses of wine whose name was unknown. It tasted sour and sweet, and it was delicious.

But the drink had a strong aftertaste. When the game was over and he stepped off the stage, his legs and feet began to work, and he always drew circles instead of walking in a straight line.

The footsteps drew arcs all the way, looking around in a daze, the lights in the bar were bright and dim, and dizzy.

He clearly remembered that Wen Lang had come, but why he couldn't find him?

Suddenly, a hand clasped his shoulder and pulled him into his arms.

Although Liang Yan was dizzy, his consciousness was still clear. He resisted and waved away the hand on his shoulder, and turned around and scolded: "Don't touch me!"

Under the flickering lights, Liang Yan's gaze met Wen Lang's cool eyes. Although it was frighteningly cold, Liang Yan was not afraid, and even felt at ease.

When he said, "It's me, there's no need to hide", the dizzy Liang Yan leaned back into his arms with peace of mind, and the drunk Liang Yan frosted off the emotions that usually floated on the surface, obedient and sensible, Don't forget to ask: "Wen Lang, I'm dizzy, you hold my waist."

Wen Lang rubbed his chin against the top of his fluffy hair, his hands were stiff by his sides, and he stared at him with lowered eyelids: "..."

Liang Yan thought that he couldn't find where his waist was, so he actively grabbed his big hand and pressed it on his thin side waist, not forgetting to pat it: "Here is the waist, have you touched it?"

Wen Lang's breathing suddenly became chaotic, and his arm muscles stiffened like cramps for a long time before returning to normal.

The other players on the card gave up their seats to their boss.

Liang Yan, with two pink clouds hanging on his face, sat in a row next to their boss like a small rice cake, and greeted everyone obediently, but he spoke a little slowly, with a sticky sound at the end.

On the main LED screen of the bar, there is the title of "Brave Forward" guests entering the group.

According to the coffee positions, several resident guests appeared first, followed by Liang Yan.

The atmosphere in the bar that had just calmed down caused waves again.

Barrage discussions are also lively and intense:

——Within 3 minutes, I want all the information of this little cutie, otherwise I will kneel down and beg you!

——It seems to be a new anchor of Cherry. If you want to know more, you can search this account '醉色@歌词梁延'

——The obedient and milky beautiful boy, my favorite!My sack is already hungry and thirsty!

The shots of other anchors began to play, and the barrage was still posting messages about Liang Yan.

At the end of the opening title, after entering the feature film, the avatars and vote counts of the four anchors appeared in the lower right corner of the screen, which also indicated that the popularity voting port had been opened, and the gap between the four anchors was not obvious at the beginning.

Liang Yan stared at the screen for a while, a little tired, mainly because of severe dizziness, picked up Wen Lang's arm and treated him as a human pillow without any politeness.

Wen Lang's eyes were still on the screen, his face was calm, and he let Liang Yan lean on him. In fact, his palms were so sweaty that he could raise fish.

It took two days and one night to record, but it took less than two hours to cut it into a film.

When the content of the program was broadcast to Liang Yan and Ye Weizhen arguing by the fish pond, the harmonious barrage just now lost control in an instant.

——Is this person seriously ill?

--【vomit】

——The little cutie's eye circles are red from his anger!I'm furious.

As more and more accusations against Ye Weizhen appeared in the barrage, Liang Yan's popularity votes leapt forward, leaving the other three behind.

Ye Weizhen's votes basically stagnated.

The program continued. By the end of the second mission, Liang Yan's support votes had far surpassed the other three, and there was no suspense about advancing to the next round.

When everyone was celebrating and cheering for Liang Yan, only Wen Lang remained silent with a cold face. Wei Zhe held up his wine glass happily: "Brother Lang! Come drink..." Halfway through speaking, he hurriedly stopped talking, and glanced at Wen Lang's cloudy eyes. face, smiled awkwardly: "Uh...I'll go find someone else to celebrate."

Wei Zhe was usually the closest to Wen Lang, and he was shut out, and the other team members didn't dare to come over, and fled to another table one after another.

The show played to the third segment, Wen Lang's face was darker than ink when he watched Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen circle around Liang Yan.

Coincidentally, there was a barrage of bullets at this time, three simple and straightforward words - I got it.

The barrage was quiet for two seconds, and then messages began to emerge explosively:

——Finally I have the courage to say it out. In fact, I just hit it in the first session, but I was afraid of being scolded and stupid, so I didn’t dare to say it [Grievance]

——[Shaking hands] Right, I found out early in the morning that Wen Hao's eyes on the little cutie were wrong.

——What Wen Hao?I beat Chu & Liang! ! ! !

——Smell & delay is the most fragrant! ! !

——I am an LSP, let me say it first, I am proficient in 'classical Chinese' [smile gradually BT]

Wen Lang grabbed the wine glass in front of him and took a long sip. He looked down and saw Liang Yanzheng staring at him with an upturned face.

Wen Lang frowned even deeper, and said coldly: "..."

The bar was too noisy, Liang Yan didn't hear a word Wen Lang said, only saw him staring fiercely at himself with a straight face.

Liang Yan wanted to know why he was so fierce, and stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

The cloud on Wen Lang's face was dispelled by his sudden movement, seeing the suddenly clear slender eyelashes and slightly parted lips, Wen Lang was thirsty.

But Liang Yan was so drunk that he didn't notice Wen Lang's Adam's apple swallowing unnaturally. He just leaned close to his ear and mumbled to him, "What did you tell me just now? Huh? I didn't hear clearly."

A light and shallow breath swept over Wen Lang's ears, and gently touched Wen Lang's heart, making him even thirstier.

But Liang Yan was still waiting for his answer, with his head tilted, his small and delicate ears waiting in front of him, indicating that Wen Lang would also put his lips to his ears as he did just now, and whisper to him.

In fact, Wen Lang just yelled at you for being so stupid, can't you see that others are plotting against you?

But looking at the person leaning obediently by his side, the words on his lips turned around: "The show is over, let's go home."

At this time, the alcohol was more intense than before, Liang Yan's legs were trembling weakly, and Wen Lang slipped through the drunken back door behind his back.

Liang Yan closed his eyes all the way, obedient and quiet, Wen Lang thought he was asleep, and when he got home, he gently put him on the bed, and helped him take off his shoes, socks and coat.

He wanted to wipe his face with a towel, but just as he stood up, a thin white hand grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly: "Don't go."

Wen Lang had no choice but to sit back on the side of the bed, pulled up the corner of his clothes, and found that Liang Yan was clenched tightly, his knuckles were already white, and he was about to break his hand, but held it lightly by a ghost: "You What's wrong?"

The author has something to say: this article will enter V tomorrow (12th), the update has been prepared, and I look forward to meeting the cuties ^O^/

感谢在2022-02-0420:46:13~2022-02-0722:07:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of fish jelly with rice;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!