When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan didn't answer Wen Lang, but just rubbed against Wen Lang's side, pillowed his leg, and buried his face under the hem of his clothes, so obedient that it made people feel distressed.

Wen Lang noticed that he was a little abnormal, and he brushed his fingertips on the back of his hand to comfort him silently, and it was rare for him to say softly: "Look up, let me see you."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he said that, Liang Yan buried his face even deeper, and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute, I can't watch it now."

"Why can't I watch it now?"

Liang Yan rubbed his cheek against the hem of his T-shirt, covered his face with his other hand, and said in a soft crying voice, "Because... I cried."

Wen Lang: "..." What he said made his chest a little tight, and his soft flesh was rubbed. He got up and wanted to get a tissue for him.

I don't want to let go of the hand completely, the little finger is hooked, and the thin white knuckles wrap his little finger. Liang Yan's palm is warm but softer, and the wrapped little finger is so crisp that he loses his intuition. He faltered and said a little: "I'll get you a tissue to wipe your tears."

"Don't go, let me hug you, I want to hug you for a while." His husky vibrato was more effective than the decree, Wen Lang felt that he had no legs, and he would not leave even if the world exploded: "If I don't go, turn around." Come here and wipe your tears."

Liang Yan raised his small face, looked at him with tears in his eyes, wept unsteadily, and gasped: "Wen Lang, I fell asleep on your back when I came back, dreamed... dreamed of my dad mom……"

It was Liang Yan who was crying and talking, but it was Wen Lang who broke the defense. Seeing the moment his tears fell, Wen Lang's heart throbbed with pain.

He pulled the little crying bag into his arms, slowly hugged him tightly, rubbed the top of his fluffy hair, and coaxed a child: "Cry if you want to cry, don't hold it in your heart."

Liang Yan wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning against his neck, tears streaming down one by one: "Wen Lang, I miss home and my parents."

Wen Lang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes lightly with his fingertips, nodded and pressed his lips against his forehead, comforting him silently. At this time, his heart was full of softness, and it was the first time he was so tender to a person when he grew up: "My home is your home, and I will protect you from now on."

Liang Yan nodded in his arms, but the tears still kept flowing.

After a long time, he barely stopped crying, glanced at Wen Lang's lapel, and it was wet by him.He hurriedly sat up straight, a little embarrassed: "Uh...you go and change your clothes, I won't cry."

Wen Lang glanced at him, seeing that after crying, he was in a much better mood than before: "Well, then take a shower, go to bed early, and call me if you need anything."

Liang Yan sat on the bed, listening to Wen Lang's footsteps on the stairs, his delicate brows gradually furrowed, did he feel too ashamed just now?

Hiding in the bedroom and listening for a long time, he made sure that Wen Lang was not downstairs, so he slipped into the bathroom with his pajamas in his arms.

After taking a shower and listening for a while, he made sure that the living room was quiet, so he came out of the bathroom with confidence.

Lying on the bed, taking out the mobile phone, the news of various APPs soared to 99+.

Maybe it was because of crying just now, or maybe it was because of drinking, Liang Yan felt a little headache, pressed his brows together, scrolled through the message list, and finally stopped on the chat box with Fei Ziming:

Fei Ziming: ——Mr. Liang, where have you been?

Fei Ziming: - Why didn't you answer the phone?Brother Zhou is looking for you too!

Liang Yan clicked on his number and played it, and it took a long time to get through: "Student Liang, Zi Ming is drunk."

Liang Yan pressed his temples. As expected of good friends, both of them can't drink as much, and they want to get drunk together.

Liang Yan heard the voice on the other end a little familiar, and tentatively asked, "Wei Zhe?"

"Well, it's me."

Hearing that it was him, Liang Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Where are you now, I'll go find you." He was worried that Fei Ziming was drunk outside.

"Don't worry about it in the middle of the night, I'll take him to the hotel."

"hotel?"

Maybe Liang Yan asked a little louder, and Wei Zhe hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't take advantage of others, I brought him to the hotel because he was so drunk that he couldn't remember his bedroom number, don't worry! I swear! I won't take advantage of him!"

"Uh..." Liang Yan was dumbfounded, and said for a while, "Don't get excited, I believe in you,"

Fei Ziming's intermittent voice came from the other end, and Wei Zhe responded, "Let's not talk for now, he's going to the bathroom." Before Liang Yan could reply after the briefing, Wei Zhe hung up the phone in a hurry.

Putting the phone aside, Liang Yan lay down with his eyes closed for a while, his headache got worse, and he curled up on the bed with his head in his arms.

If the pain continued like this, let alone sleep, he would be in so much pain that he might hit the wall.

After searching in the bedroom, he didn't have any medicine for headache.

Pressing his temples and hesitated for a while, he pushed the door and walked out of the bedroom, and went upstairs gracefully.

Seeing that the lights in Wen Lang's room were still on, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace.

Wen Lang is used to living alone, and he didn't have the habit of closing the door, so the door was left open. He didn't play games, but leaned on the chair, staring at the computer screen bitterly.

Liang Yan knocked on the door: "Wen Lang, you have..."

A certain person seemed to be struck by lightning, bounced up from the chair with a whoosh, his back straightened, and he clicked the mouse quickly, and the screen of "Bravely Forward" on the monitor suddenly turned and cut to the desktop.

Liang Yan didn't see the picture on the monitor clearly, but only watched his series of actions. At first, he was puzzled, but after a while, he turned to reason, and finally his ears turned red uncontrollably. Obviously his heart was beating in panic, but he pretended to be calm and persuaded Wen Lang. : "Don't panic, you're an adult. It's normal to see this."

Wen Lang: "???" He glanced up and down at him as if he didn't know him: "What are you thinking! I haven't watched that kind of video."

Liang Yan didn't really want to find out whether he had read it, so he hurriedly changed the subject: "I have a headache, do you have any medicine here?"

Wen Lang got up and touched his forehead: "Drink, don't take medicine indiscriminately, I'll get you some honey water, drink it and go to sleep, you'll be fine tomorrow morning."

Liang Yan followed Wen Lang downstairs like a tail.

Wen Lang made honey water and sent it to his bedroom. After drinking it, his headache seemed to be relieved, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

Wen Lang didn't leave, but sat on a chair beside him: "Lie down, I'll leave after you sleep."

Liang Yan lay sideways on the pillow, with his hand under one cheek, looking so obedient.

Wen Lang blinked his fingers and signaled him: "Eyes."

Liang Yan frowned: "I can't sleep, I close my eyes and feel flustered."

Wen Lang suddenly said, "Then let me tell a story?"

Liang Yan shook his head, his gaze resting on Wen Lang's sparkling earrings.

Liang Yan has a little habit, which he developed when he was very young.

Some babies lack a sense of security and will have some small habits before falling asleep, such as covering a fixed quilt or hugging a fixed doll to fall asleep.

Liang Yan is different from these. His habit of falling asleep is to pinch his earlobe, either from his mother or his father. He also occasionally pinched Wen Lang's a few times when he was a child.

Wen Lang knew his little habits, and when he caught his gaze, he could guess what he was thinking.

A little helplessly got up, walked to the bed and lifted the quilt: "Make room."

Liang Yan stared at him blankly, and stepped aside: "You..."

The mattress beside him sank, and Wen Lang lay down next to him, fiddled with his earlobe for a while, and took off the shiny earring.

Liang Yan half propped himself up, carefully watching his movements from the sidelines, and kept silent.

With a small click, Wen Lang put the earrings on the bedside table, and turned off the light by the way: "Sleep."

Liang Yan didn't lie down, but sat up straight: "You sleep here?"

It was so dark that Wen Lang's expression couldn't be seen clearly, and he sounded a little dissatisfied: "What? I pinch your earlobe, I can't sleep next to you all night."

Liang Yan: "Don't you mind me...wouldn't it be awkward for you to sleep with me?"

In the darkness, Wen Lang could only see the slender silhouette of Liang Yan sitting beside him, with a smooth and narrow waistline, wondering if it could be covered with one hand?

Wen Lang's thirst for knowledge has always been strong, so he put his hand on Liang Yan's waist, and hooked him in his direction. When he was pregnant with someone, he also had the answer in his heart.

The person is very light, and it doesn't hurt when it falls on the chest. The waist is also very thin, and it is easy to hold. It can be covered with one hand, but it seems easier to hold it with two hands.

Liang Yan was frightened to death by his sudden action, like a frightened little rabbit, obediently lying on the culprit's chest, he didn't dare to ask loudly, and tentatively asked: "What are you doing?"

"Actions will prove it to you."

Liang Yan avoided his chest and lay on the side: "Then why were you so angry at that time?"

Wen Lang turned around and lay on his side, took Liang Yan's hand and put it next to his earlobe: "Because you are stupid, and you don't know how stupid you are."

Liang Yan: "..." You are stupid, you are the only one in your family.

The fingertips placed next to Wen Lang's ear twirled, with a bit of restraint, but after struggling to the end, he still couldn't restrain himself.

Wen Lang's earlobes are not as cold and hard as others.

His earlobe is very soft and Q, waxy.

Liang Yan's small thoughts were satisfied, his slender eyelashes slowly closed, and he unconsciously rubbed against Wen Lang's arms.

The smell of the shower gel on Wen Lang's body trickled into his nose, and the refreshing smell of sea salt aroused his sense of greed, wanting to get closer and inhale more.

"Liang Yan."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Liang Yan's consciousness was a little sluggish, and he dragged the end of his voice lazily.

Wen Lang pressed down Liang Yanzhi's hair on his chin, and chatted casually: "I was really bullied by Ye Weizhen during the recording of the show, or should I follow the script?"

Liang Yan pinched his earlobe heavily.

"Hiss~ So I was really bullied." Wen Lang rubbed the hair on the back of his head.

"I don't know why, he always targets me." Liang Yan didn't understand why Ye Weizhen always had trouble with him.

Wen Lang's eyes turned slightly, and the floating emotions quickly disappeared: "How about the others? Wen Hao and Chu who are in the same group as you on the show... um..."

Liang Yan was sleepy, and his voice was soft and soft, with a trembling little ending: "Chu Hanwen, they are both very nice and easy-going, and they also took good care of me during the recording."

This time Wen Lang didn't just flicker, at an angle that Liang Yan couldn't see, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, but his tone was calm: "I'm curious about how Gu Shuo talks about taking care of you."

Liang Yan: "...that's fine." Liang Yan moved his body, rubbing his forehead against Wen Lang's collarbone: "I'm sleepy."

Wen Lang paused for two seconds, then straightened his arms: "I can sleep more comfortably with my pillow."

Liang Yan's sleepy eyes didn't want to open, and she obediently lay her pillow on Wen Lang's arm...

In the morning, sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, and the phone buzzed non-stop on the bedside table.

Liang Yan, who was in a light sleep, didn't wake up, turned over in Wen Lang's arms, and fell asleep again.

When Wen Lang was woken up by him, he touched the phone with his eyes closed, opened the screen and put it to his ear without looking at it: "Hello."

"Yan...Xiao Lang?" Qin Bei's uncertain voice came from the other end.

Wen Lang barely opened one eye, looked at the phone, accidentally scanned the person in his arms, pulled the quilt up, and suppressed his voice: "Mom, Liang Yan is still sleeping."

"Oh, let him sleep then, I'll talk to you for a while." Qin Bei didn't intend to hang up the phone at all.

Liang Yan frowned and moved, not sleeping well.

Wen Lang clasped the phone in his hands, and only dared to use a breathy voice: "Liang Yan is sleeping, talking on the phone will wake him up."

"Why did we wake up Yanyan when we chatted, you two didn't sleep together, don't make excuses to hang up on me." Qin Bei didn't react, and was still complaining about him.

"Who said we didn't sleep together, he was right next to me." Wen Lang gently put his hands on Liang Yan's ears.

Qin Bei self-servingly echoed: "Oh, it's good for you to sleep together, sleep together..." It was only when the words came out that she realized something was wrong: "Sleep together? Do you live in the same room? Didn't you love living together when you were young? Why now... ..."

"Ms. Qin, I'll call you back later." After finishing speaking, regardless of Qin Bei's still asking questions, she hung up the phone directly.

Wen Lang originally wanted Liang Yan to sleep a little longer, but his mobile phone was like a hotline, one call after another, but he had no choice but to wake him up.

Liang Yan was answering a call from the program group, informing him that the recording had been promoted successfully, that the remuneration for the first episode had been remitted to his account, and that he would join the group to record the second episode in a few days.

Liang Yan hung up the phone, Wen Lang had already got up and was picking up the earrings left on the bedside table.

Liang Yan hugged the quilt, with a bunch of tangled hair: "Yesterday...thank you."

Wen Lang twirled the earring needles before holding them in the palm of his hand, and looked back at him: "Does your head still hurt?"

Liang Yan pressed down some particularly curled locks of hair: "It doesn't hurt anymore..." Halfway through speaking, the phone rang again.

Wen Lang gestured for him to answer the phone, then turned and left.

After a busy day, Liang Yan had time to send Fei Ziming a message before going to the Drunken Show, asking him to have dinner after get off work, but Fei Ziming never replied.

At the end of the evening when he was drunk, Liang Yan's left eyelid twitched a few times for no reason, which made him feel a little flustered, and he called Fei Ziming to turn off the phone.

After thinking about it when I got home, I contacted other students in the class, and only said that Fei Ziming hadn't returned to the dormitory since last night.

Following the timeline, Liang Yan could only remember that Wei Zhe was with Fei Ziming in the end.

Grabbing the phone, he ran upstairs, and it blew towards Wen Lang like a gust of wind. He was so anxious that he spoke quickly, like jumping beans: "Wen Lang, tell me Wei Zhe's phone number, I have something urgent to do with him!"

Wen Lang's cell phone seemed to have a tacit understanding with him. Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang, and it was Wei Zhe.

Wen Lang showed him the screen, motioned him to wait, and answered the phone: "Hello."

I don't know what happened tonight, everyone was talking fast, and Wei Zhe was like a machine gun: "Brother Lang, help me! I'm in trouble, please help me!"

Liang Yan intuitively felt that Wei Zhe's troubles seemed to be related to Fei Ziming, so he poked Wen Lang anxiously, trying to grab the phone.

Wen Lang grabbed his finger, and his eyes signaled him not to worry: "What's the matter, please explain clearly."

"Brother Lang, I can't explain this in one or two sentences. You can ask your brother first if he can contact Mingming."

Wen Lang looked at Liang Yan blankly: "Who is Ming Ming?"

Liang Yan was so anxious that his palms were sweating, and he didn't care too much, taking advantage of Wen Lang's stupefied time, he grabbed the phone: "What did you do to Zi Ming? I couldn't get in touch with him, and my classmates said he hadn't returned to the dormitory. "

I heard that he couldn't get in touch with Fei Ziming either. Wei Zhe was like a deflated ball at the other end, unable to speak: "He didn't even contact you? Then what should I do!"

Liang Yan didn't want to be dumb, he just wanted to know what Wei Zhe did to Fei Ziming: "Tell me how you messed with him!"

Wei Zhena's avatar was offline, and there was no movement for a long time.

Liang Yan was furious: "Wei Zhe! What did you do to Zi Ming? Tell me quickly!"

"We...we fell asleep, and then he didn't want me anymore." Wei Zhe choked out this sentence and fell silent again.

Liang Yan was furious: "You bullied Zi Ming while he was drunk? You made a promise last night! You..."

Wen Lang saw that Liang Yan's eyes were red, and immediately snatched back the phone: "I'll give you 10 minutes, come to my house."

Liang Yan went mad with anger, and began to rummage in the room, apparently looking for someone to greet Wei Zhe later.

He thought of a kitten with a paw that slapped anyone who came near.

Wen Lang couldn't persuade him, so he could only press him on the sofa and hold his hands to prevent being scratched by the irritable kitten: "Liang Yan, calm down!"

"I'm not calm! I can't be calm! Wei Zhe is not human!"

"You wait for him to come first, and it's not too late to listen to him explain what's going on."

"You're still helping him talk, you're not a good person!" Liang Yan struggled desperately, pushing his knee hard.

"Ah!..." Wen Lang was kicked if he wasn't scratched by the cat.

He was so tall, he shrank into a ball in an instant, and the hand holding Liang Yan was released, and he fell on the sofa, hissing and sucking air, his face was so painful that he deformed: "Liang Yan, you want to destroy me..."

He looked really hurt, his lips were white, and Liang Yan knew in his heart that he had indeed exerted himself a little harder just now, and now his tears were scared away, and he was so panicked that he patted Wen Lang's back with his hands, and touched Wen Lang again. With his arm, he finally reached out to grab Wen Lang's belt: "Is it serious? Show me."

Wen Lang grabbed his paw, cold sweat broke out on his forehead due to the pain, but he was stunned and laughed angrily: "You have to look wherever you want, can you just look at it?"

Liang Yan didn't feel right when he said it. He just fainted from the panic and withdrew his hand, his ears turned red, "I was in a hurry..."

Knowing that he was worried about Fei Ziming, Wen Lang gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and only told him not to get excited when he saw Wei Zhe later, and listen to him explain things clearly.

Wei Zhe was also obedient, Wen Lang gave him 10 minutes, and he really arrived in 10 minutes.

It's just that Liang Yan was taken aback by his description when he entered the door.

Standing in the porch in a daze, with two dark circles under his eyes, his eyes are dull, haggard as if he just came back from a disaster.

Seeing Liang Yanshi's eyes finally brightened a little, but it was fleeting, and he said with a hoarse voice like swallowing sand: "Student Liang Yan, please help me!" shake his hand.

But in the middle of lifting the hand, someone stuffed a shoehorn.

Wei Zhe looked at the shoehorn in his hand: "..."

Liang Yan looked at Wei Zhe bent over and holding the shoehorn, bowing to himself: "..."

Wen Lang leaned against the shoe cabinet with one hand in his pocket, as if nothing happened, as if he wasn't the one who plugged the shoehorn just now.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Liang Yanxian broke the silence: "Wei Zhe, what's going on? What happened to you to Zi Ming?"

Wei Zhe respectfully returned the shoehorn in his hand to Wen Lang, and glanced at his boss's face before speaking pitifully: "Mingming won't want me if he gets me."

Liang Yan's expression was indescribable: "Did you bully him while he was drunk?"

"No, I swear! Absolutely, I would like to, we only got together after he sobered up."

Regarding whether Wei Zhe had lied or not, Liang Yan had reservations. The first thing to do was to find Fei Ziming.

His phone still couldn't get through, so the three of them had no choice but to go out. Liang Yan searched all the places Fei Ziming could go, but still got nothing.

In the end, a small stall in front of the high school became the last hope.

High school boys are still growing up, always hungry very fast, every evening class, Fei Ziming will hide on the side of the school wall, and make a ten yuan deal with the stall owner on the other side of the wall.

Wen Lang's car was parked by the side of the road, and the small stall was not far in front. The small chandelier on the stove and the tall street lamp reflected each other. Where the two lights overlapped, there was a foldable table. Beside the table was a thin boy Sitting on a Maza stool, I can bury my head and eat vigorously.

Following the boy's movement of swallowing the noodles, Liang Yan also swallowed his heart back into his stomach.

The refugee Wei Zhe's eyes were bright at this time, and he pushed the car door. Liang Yan wanted to stop him, but Wen Lang stopped him: "Let him explain clearly."

Liang Yan took a deep look at Fei Ziming, thinking about it was right, let the two of them have a good talk.He was obedient and sat in the car without moving, watching the two through the window.

When Fei Ziming saw Wei Zhe appeared, he turned around and wanted to run away, but Wei Zhe was in the air. Fortunately, the owner of the stall caught the fleeing customer and practiced a "shadowless hand". .

Liang Yan and Wen Lang sat in the car and watched them intently for more than ten minutes. Finally, when Wei Zhe went to hold Fei Ziming's hand, he was not thrown away again. The distance between the two became closer, even closer...

A big hand suddenly appeared in front of Liang Yan's eyes, and his eyes were tightly covered: "Don't look at it."

"I'm not a child." Liang Yan felt that he was unnecessary.

Wen Lang tapped his forehead with his index finger: "That's less to learn."

Where and where? : "I didn't learn!"

Wei Zhe outside the car waved to them both, and Wen Lang and Liang Yan got out of the car and walked towards them.

Except for Wei Zhe among the four, the three of them all graduated from this high school, and they all came here, always wanting to hold a handful of stalls.

Taking advantage of the waiting time, Liang Yan pulled Fei Ziming aside: "What's going on? Did you really do it voluntarily? Wei Zhe didn't force you?"

Fei Ziming looked back at Wei Zhe, it was rare to see him blushing: "I took the initiative, but I..." Fei Ziming sighed: "Forget it, you better don't ask, it's my fault anyway, but Now the misunderstanding is clear."

Although they are good friends, everyone has privacy, as long as they know that Fei Ziming is fine, Liang Yan didn't ask any further.

After all the tossing, it was already early morning when Liang Yan and Wen Lang returned home.

Tomorrow I have to get up early for class and go back to each room.

***

Liang Yan's popularity on Cherry is very high, but it's just a platform after all, and "Bravely Forward" has been promoted on the entire network. As a popular guest in the first issue, Liang Yan's popularity has reached a new level in an instant.

He has been promoted from a cutting-edge anchor on the Cherry platform to a popular anchor, and with the support of marketing recommendations from various channels, the number of fans has approached tens of millions in a blink of an eye.

After class in the afternoon, Liang Yan received a call from Cheng Min, informing him that the program team had an important dinner, and he had to attend.

The worker Liang Yan didn't dare to neglect, after all, they gave too much, and there were more episodes than the last episode, and Liang Yan was drunk for more than three months to record an episode of the show.

After returning home and changing clothes, when going out, Wen Lang happened to come downstairs, and the two met at the entrance.

In the evening, there was often a traffic jam, so Liang Yan was in a hurry to change his shoes and go out.

Wen Lang faced the mirror at the door, straightened his shirt collar, and stared at him from the corner of his eye: "What's the hurry, it's still early."

Liang Yan stopped tying his shoelaces, and a question mark rose in his head: "When is it too early?"

Wen Lang couldn't understand his expression: "Didn't the dinner start at seven o'clock?"

Liang Yan's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Wen Lang looked at him speechlessly for a long time: "Who is there at the dinner party, who agreed to go without asking? Are you not afraid of being betrayed?"

"I forgot to ask on the phone," he dialed, and the light bulb above Liang Yan's head lit up, "Is there you?"

With a stern face, Wen Lang grabbed the key and turned to go out.

The light bulb that Liang Yan just turned on turned off and the power went out. He must be a smart guy, so why be angry about it!As for throwing face?

When Liang Yan went out, the elevator just arrived, and there were other people coming in from the downward direction. The two were squeezed to stand at the two corners of the elevator.

Who doesn't know how to shake face, and who doesn't lose his temper?

After getting out of the elevator, there happened to be a taxi, so Liang Yan beckoned and got into the car.

Looking back, I saw that Wen Lang was also about to get into the car, and kicked him off mercilessly: "Don't take the car I ordered! Master, drive, I don't know him!"

The driver brother was very cooperative, Liang Yan kicked the ice cubes off, and immediately slammed the accelerator to the end. Wen Lang stood still, and the car had already gone a long way.

The address Cheng Min sent him was a restaurant on a cruise ship. The privacy of customer information is well protected, and there are no sneak shots. Many celebrities and Internet celebrities will choose this restaurant for gatherings.

When Liang Yan arrived at the pier, he checked the time. Seven o'clock was just right.

A yacht is parked in the port, magnificent and magnificent, and when the guests arrive, they will start to leave the port.

When he handed the invitation code to the welcome guest for inspection, he was lightly tapped on the shoulder.

Liang Yan turned his head and met a pair of affectionate and smiling eyes: "Xiao Yan, long time no see."

"Teacher Wen?" Liang Yan was really surprised to see Wen Hao here, as a teacher.Newly promoted to the top class, he can't wait to work 24 hours a day, so he even has time to attend the dinner.

Liang Yan's surprised expression was very useful to Wen Hao, he pointed to the restaurant, motioned for the assistant behind him to follow, and the two stepped onto the soft bridge: "I have been recording programs in Beicheng for the past few days. Director Yang said that you would come tonight, so I postponed my work tonight and came to see you specially." When Wen Hao said this, there was a warm spring in his eyes, Liang Yan was the only one in his eyes, very natural Lifting a hand to his shoulder.

When the fingertips were about to touch Liang Yanshi, the assistant who was walking obliquely behind him suddenly staggered and ran towards Wen Hao.

"!!!" The assistant was scared out of his wits.

Not only the assistant, but everyone else present turned into big-eyed meerkats instantly. No one expected such an accident. Wen Hao was hit hard by the unpreparedness. Under the impact of inertia, he didn't even touch Liang Yan's shoulder Touched, the person plunged toward the water.

In the blink of an eye, a tall figure walked towards him quickly, stretched out his long arms, grabbed Wen Hao by the back collar, and brought back Wen Yingdi who was about to swim in the water.

Wen Hao stood firm, breathed a sigh of relief silently, turned his head and looked gratefully at the person behind him, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you so much, if you hadn't just pulled me up, I would have fallen into the water now, thank you!"

Wen Lang waved his hand indifferently: "You're welcome, because I just bumped into you to be an assistant."

Wen Hao's smile condensed on his face, drawing a question mark on his face: "Uh..." He glanced at his assistant, but most of the corner of his eye was on Liang Yan who was silent, fortunately he didn't look at Liang Yan. The face fell into the water, and it was not a big problem to just hit it: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows, with a bit of sarcasm: "You guessed wrong, I did it on purpose."

Liang Yan looked at Wen Lang in disbelief. Did he forget to take his medicine when he went out today?

This time Wen Hao's smile couldn't be sustained anymore, and after being confused, he became angry: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Just kidding." Wen Lang looked at him with a half-smile.

In just a few minutes of meeting, Wen Lang completely controlled Wen Hao's emotions.From his eyes, Wen Hao can read dangerous information, this man is a crazy critic who is uncertain.

Taking a deep look at Wen Lang, and then turning his gaze back to Liang Yan, he crazily criticized how sweet desserts are: "Yanyan, let's go in."

Liang Yan's eyes were still wandering between the two, and he nodded for a while: "Okay."

With one hand in his pocket, Wen Lang watched Wen Hao and Liang Yan walk onto the cruise ship, with a smile on his lips, but hard eyes.

Liang Yan arrived at just the right time, and other people also arrived one after another.

Among the guests, not only Wen Hao was here, but Xiang Heng and Chu Hanwen were also present, as were several main creators in the group.

After a while of official pleasantries, everyone sat down.

Although Liang Yan participated in such a dinner for the first time, he also understood that he could not sit at random in his coffee table, so he obediently stood aside and waited for the arrangement.

Chu Hanwen looked at the wine on the table, his eyes sank invisibly, he moved to Liang Yan's side calmly, and stuffed a small glass bottle into Liang Yan's palm: "Drink the hangover medicine secretly later. "

In this kind of situation, drinking is inevitable, and it's still the kind that can't be done without drinking.

Liang Yan looked down at the small bottle in his hand, said thank you, and put it in his pocket carefully.

Everyone was seated, and the guests were Xiang Heng, Wen Hao, Chu Hanwen, and Liang Yan in turn. Later, Wen Haofei said that there was something wrong with the chair, and happily moved it from Chu Hanwen's left side to Liang Yan's right side.

After taking his seat, Liang Yan looked around without a trace, looking for someone.

After he and Wen Lang separated on the deck, he didn't see him again, and he didn't know where he went.

The producer and Wen Hao chatted enthusiastically, glanced at Liang Yan from time to time, and briefly mentioned it between words.

When Liang Yan swept towards the door for an unknown number of times, the door of the private room was finally pushed open, and Wen Lang arrived late.

All eyes fell on him, the latecomer.

Sun Fanbin, the chubby man sitting at the main seat tonight, waved at him: "Our busy man is here, come, sit here!"

He is the official representative of Cherry and the largest investment partner of "Bravely Forward".

Wen Lang and Sun Fanbin seemed to be very familiar with each other, so he was not polite, so he pulled out a chair and sat beside him.The angle was just opposite to Liang Yan.

Liang Yan wore a dry rose-colored suit today. The style of the suit itself was more casual. Instead of matching a shirt, Liang Yan wore a low-necked shirt with a clavicle chain on the neckline. He is pretty and delicate on the collarbone, and he can't move his eyes.

Wen Lang was far away, but he couldn't move his eyes. Chu Hanwen and Wen Hao, who were around Liang Yan, had hooks in their eyes, and they looked into their eyes.

Sun Fanbin put Wen Lang's shoulder familiarly, interrupted his sight, and introduced him to the producer of the program: "Old Yang, he is the TOP1 anchor of our platform, Wen Lang."

Producer Lao Yang's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Wen Lang again: "He's a handsome guy!" After speaking, he suddenly turned to Liang Yan: "Liang Yan, you two have gotten along before, right?"

The corner of Liang Yan's mouth twitched slightly, do you call fans scolding each other and tearing up [-] buildings together?How do you get along with your family?

He managed to squeeze out an embarrassed smile: "Well, yes, it was just a misunderstanding, and it has been explained clearly."

The corner of Wen Lang's mouth curled into a faint smile, echoing Liang Yan's explanation: "Teacher Liang is right, the misunderstanding between us has been explained clearly."

The two of them spoke too uniformly, and the atmosphere was too harmonious, but it seemed a little deliberate. Lao Yang and the other main creators in the crew looked at each other, nodded knowingly, and didn't ask any more questions.

When the food started to be served, Wen Hao walked around Liang Yan like an attentive bee, picking up food for him non-stop: "Yanyan, this tastes good."

"This is delicious too, be careful of being hot."

"This stew pot is suitable for supper? I'll ask the waiter to pack a copy for you to take back."

"His crabs are made differently from others, try it and see if you like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Hanwen had already put the peeled crab meat in front of Liang Yan: "Eat this, peel it."

The three of them interacted so frequently that other people at the table couldn't help but look at them.

One of the eyes has a particularly strong sense of presence, and Wen Lang's eyes are about to evolve into laser cutters.

Lao Yang chuckled, and made up the knife at this time: "The two teachers hit it off with Liang Yan very much when they were in the group, and they took special care of him."

"Very congenial? Take extra care?" Wen Lang's voice sounded like he wanted to eat people.

"Yes, the two teachers have a good impression of Liang Yan, especially Wen Hao, who took the initiative to invite Liang Yan to share a room with him on the first day of joining the group."

Sun Fanbin picked up the wine glass, and smiled meaningfully at Wen Lang: "I told you to participate in it a long time ago. Look, how happy you are."

hapiness?

Ding!Wen Lang picked up the wine glass and touched his glass, and when he raised his head to drink, his cold eyes were piercingly cold.

When the wine glass was put down, his expression returned to normal: "Mr. Sun is right, he is indeed very happy. It seems that I should reconsider."

Lao Yang's eyes lit up, the first episode of the program was broadcast, and they tasted the sweetness brought by the controversy, which is also the purpose of inviting Wen Lang to come today.

Ye Weizhen is just an appetizer to adjust the atmosphere. The same prescription is replaced by Wen Lang's strong medicine. With his popularity and popularity, the show will definitely have an explosive effect.

"Our second issue's theme is survival in the wild, which is similar to a certain popular game right now. It's very suitable for Wen Lang to enter." After speaking, he gave Sun Fanbin a wink.

Sun Fanbin, as an investor, of course hopes that the show will be a big hit. Wen Lang's popularity is indeed eye-catching: "Wen Lang, this is a good opportunity. The game scene is a natural advantage for you." After speaking, he rushed to him Yitong winked: "I think you will be very happy after participating."

While pouring the wine, Wen Lang looked at Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen who were "enjoying it".

The vegetables in front of Liang Yan were all piled up into a hill, and it was almost up to his lips to feed them.

Liang Yan felt a bunch of cold gazes falling on him all the time, and raised his head, but he didn't catch it.

Wen Lang on the opposite side was pushing a glass for a change. Judging by the expressions of the three of them, the chat was very pleasant.

Full of wine and food, the assistant arranged for his artist to leave, Xiang Heng had nothing to think about, and got up happily after saying goodbye to everyone.

Several main creators also left together, and finally only Wen Lang, Sun Fanbin, and the three people at the dinner table were left.

Liang Yan learned his lesson from last time, only drank half a glass of red wine, and was the most sober among them.

Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen were in the same state, slightly tipsy, more courageous than usual, but knew exactly what they were doing.

The drunk Chu Hanwen looked fiercer than usual. His originally long and narrow phoenix eyes were now lowered and flattened, exuding an inhuman coldness. Hand, tone can not refuse: "tell me the address, I will take you back."

Before Liang Yan could say the refusal, his wrist was already blocked by Wen Hao: "Hanwen, you're drunk, it's not safe to send someone away, I'll come, I'll send Yanyan back."

Although Wen Hao looked at Chu Hanwen with a smile