When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Holding the glass, Liang Yan faltered: "Wen Lang, let's sleep together after I get better from the cold, lest I infect you."

Wen Lang seemed to have guessed what he would say: "Okay, you go to bed early, I'm going upstairs."

"Well, you go to bed early too." Seeing Wen Lang's back going upstairs, Liang Yan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He was in a mess, feeling that he might suffer from insomnia tonight, so he went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, drank another glass of milk, covered himself with a quilt smoked with sage, and prayed that he could fall asleep quickly.

But his prayers were still in vain. It was past three o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't slept yet. He tossed and turned in bed, flustered badly, probably because he had a weaker body due to a cold, and he still had brief angina pectoris from time to time.

Finally at 03:30, he couldn't stand it anymore, got up and hugged the pillow and left the bedroom.

It was quiet everywhere in the house, and with the faint night light in the living room, he slowly walked up to the second floor and stopped at the door of Wen Lang's bedroom.

He knew that it was impolite for him to come and disturb him in the middle of the night, but the insomnia tormented him so badly that he tried all available methods, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Wen Lang doesn't usually have the habit of closing the bedroom door, even when he sleeps, he leaves the door ajar.

Liang Yan slowly pushed the door open. Afraid of scaring Wen Lang, he walked lightly to the bed and called out softly, "Wen Lang."

The sleeping person suddenly opened his eyes when he heard his voice, his expression was blank, but he did not forget to respond to Liang Yan: "Liang Yan, call me?"

Liang Yan was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Well, I have insomnia and can't fall asleep."

Wen Lang's expression was more lively than before. He lifted his quilt and patted: "Come here, it's cold outside."

Liang Yan didn't struggle this time, he put the pillow away obediently, and got into the quilt.

Obediently and softly nestled beside Wen Lang, he groped to find Wen Lang's earlobe with his fingertips, like a lost rabbit, after returning to a warm home, he finally settled down and found a comfortable position.

The awkward emotions just now were driven away the moment he approached Wen Lang, and left behind.

Wen Lang helped him pull up the quilt, put his arms around his waist: "Go to sleep."

He wiped Wen Lang's chin with his forehead, and said softly, "Wen Lang, I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night."

The originally closed eyes opened, and Wen Lang looked down at the rabbit in his arms, the emotion floating in his eyes was covered by the dim environment: "Come if you want, no need to apologize"

The answer he gave made Liang Yan unable to respond for a while, and moved down slightly half an inch, his face just buried between Wen Lang's neck, and the tip of his nose rubbed against the skin between Wen Lang's neck: "Thank you."

The restless emotions were comforted, and Liang Yan soon fell asleep in Wen Lang's arms.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon, and Wen Lang had already gotten up and disappeared.

Liang Yan hugged the quilt and sat on the bed, his expression blanked for a while, before he realized that he was still in someone else's bedroom.

Get up and get out of bed, Wen Lang is talking on the phone downstairs: "I'll ask Liang Yan later, if he wants to go back together..." Wen Lang turned his head, just in time to see Liang Yan at the stairs, pointing to the phone: "I Mom, I want us to go back later."

It's been a long time since I moved out, and Liang Yan hasn't been back once. I usually have classes, and I have to stay on weekends. It's rare that I have time this weekend, so I nodded: "Okay."

Wen Lang understood, and turned to talk on the phone again: "Mom, let's go back later, Liang Yan has a cold, so the dishes should be lighter... don't make soup! You mustn't make soup! I'll pack it up and take it home." Qin Bei's cooking tastes okay, But making soup can kill.

Liang Yan went back to the bedroom to change clothes, and when he entered the door, he noticed that his mobile phone on the bedside table was buzzing non-stop. It was Fei Ziming's number.

Before the connection came, Fei Ziming hurriedly put it to his ear, and Fei Ziming heard a voice jumping anxiously from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Liang, if you don't answer the phone, I will come to find you."

"I slept upstairs. I left my phone in the bedroom and forgot to take it up. I didn't hear it." Liang Yan was in a hurry last night and forgot to take his phone.

"Oh, so it is like this." Fei Ziming put his heart back into his stomach: "You guys are progressing so fast, but you are too uninteresting, even I keep it a secret."

Liang Yan couldn't understand what Fei Ziming was saying: "I have nothing to hide from you."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and a tentative voice came: "I didn't hide it from me, so you and Wen Lang... are you... not in love?"

Liang Yan replied quickly: "Of course we didn't! How could the two of us be together!"

"Is there anything you two can't be together, you look like a good match, and the way Wen Lang looks at you in the show, tsk tsk tsk, it's impossible to say you don't like it."

The feeling of nervousness and bewilderment from last night hit again, and now every word Fei Ziming said was like a ghost story to Liang Yan: "Ziming, it's all the audience's nonsense, what are we doing in private, don't you know?" Do you know? How can we be together."

"Then where did you sleep upstairs last night?"

Liang Yan: "..." In Wen Lang's arms.

He felt that this topic could not continue: "By the way, why are you calling me in such a hurry?"

Fei Ziming replied very simply: "It's about you and Wen Lang."

Once again, Liang Yan was speechless: "..." Is this going to end?

He still didn't believe it, and changed the subject again: "I'll go out later, so I won't talk to you for now."

Fei Ziming can always poke his lung tube today: "Let's go out with Wen Lang, Brother Zhe is talking with his boss on the phone, that's what they said there."

Politeness restrained Liang Yan from hanging up the phone directly: "Zi Ming, goodbye."

On the way back, Liang Yan leaned sleepily against the co-pilot.

While waiting for the light, Wen Lang straightened his crooked head: "There are still 10 minutes, go to sleep when you get home."

Liang Yan looked at Wen Lang hesitating to speak, but for a long while still held back from asking.

It was exactly noon when they got home, and the dishes and meals were almost ready.

The whole family sat around the table, Qin Bei served soup and put it in front of Liang Yan: "Yanyan drink the soup, blow it, be careful not to burn it."

Wen Guangchen pushed the dish towards Liang Yan again: "You should eat more when you have a cold, and you will recover quickly when you are full."

The husband and wife surrounded Liang Yan, chatting about his health, adding vegetables and serving soup, as if there were only the three of them at the dinner table, and Wen Lang had disappeared.

Liang Yan silently sent the peeled shrimp to Wen Lang's bowl.

Qin Bei glanced at Wen Lang indifferently: "If you want to eat and peel yourself, Yanyan is still sick." Turning her head, she told Liang Yan earnestly: "Yanyan, don't let him go, ask him to let him go." You are right, if he dares to make you wronged, you must tell me and your uncle, and watch us break his leg."

Liang Yan's hand froze while drinking the soup, Qin Bei was not just talking, Wen Guangchen would really break Wen Lang's leg when he got angry.

As soon as he said it, Wen Guangchen put down the chopsticks in his hand, and aimed at Wen Lang: "Wen Lang, you're going to get your hair cut tomorrow, let's see what kind of image you are, are you worthy of Xiao Yan?"

"Ahem!" Liang Yan choked on a mouthful of stir-fried vegetables, and looked at Wen Guangchen in disbelief: "Uncle Wen, you misunderstood!"

Could it be that the couple also had barrage while watching the show yesterday?

Qin Bei handed him a glass of water and patted him on the back: "Xiao Yan, you don't need to be shy, this is a good thing."

Liang Yanshui couldn't even bother to drink, and shook his head like a rattle: "Uncle Wen, Aunt Qin, you really misunderstood, is it because you saw the audience's comments when watching the show yesterday? Those are not true, they messed up CP ,all fake."

Qin Bei disagreed: "Whoever says it's all fake, even CP can tell the truth. Didn't the two masters of 'Firefly' officially announce it a few days ago?"

Liang Yan Petrochemical, isn't Aunt Qin busy with work?Isn't she almost 50 years old?Why do you know so much about these things!

"Xiaoyan, Uncle Wen and I are very happy after knowing about the two of you, we..." Qin Bei began to imagine the future of the two of them. Wen Guangchen was very pleased to hear that, and added explanations from time to time.

Liang Yanyue's ears got bigger and bigger, why did this happen?Why does everyone now think that he and Wen Lang are in a relationship!

This is simply impossible!

Wen Lang, who was still in the mood to eat, bumped his leg under the table, raised his eyebrows a few times to signal Wen Lang.

Wen Lang put down his chopsticks, cleared his throat, and interrupted the heated discussion between the couple: "Please turn your heads and look at your son."

The couple's conversation was interrupted, and they were very dissatisfied. They looked at Wen Lang with bad eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Do you think I am worthy of Liang Yan?"

Not only the Wen family couple looked at Wen Lang, Liang Yan also looked at him, he just wanted Wen Lang to explain, he didn't want him to say: "Wen Lang."

His hand hanging under the table was pulled, and he shook it gently, and Wen Lang motioned him not to speak.

The Wen family and his wife didn't know what was going on under the table, and their eyes were still on Wen Lang.

From childhood to adulthood, Liang Yan has been a little angel in the eyes of the Wen family and his wife, a perfect child of other people's family, excellent, sensible and well-behaved, and they like it when they see it.

And my son is a little bastard, he has been shopping for nothing since he was a child, and when he grows up, he is rebellious and does not listen to discipline.

The couple sighed at the same time, and Qin Bei added another [-] points of food for Liang Yan, and brought it over firmly: "Xiao Yan, let's eat."

At the dinner table, the couple tried their best to hide it, and still acted very happy, but when they turned around and looked down, Liang Yan could still find the obvious disappointment in their eyes.

After dinner, before leaving, Qin Bei stopped talking for a long time, and stopped Wen Lang: "Wen Lang, can't you try to be better?"

Wen Lang's hand that opened the door froze in mid-air, his fingertips trembled slightly, then hung back to his side, lowered his head, and made no sound.

Looking at it from Liang Yan's perspective, Wen Lang's eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, but he didn't say a word.

Liang Yan couldn't bear to see him so silent, and really wanted to go over and hug him: "Aunt Qin, Wen Lang is very good, don't criticize him all the time."

Qin Bei's originally gloomy gaze added a little more excitement, took Liang Yan's hand, and looked expectantly in his eyes: "Then...Xiao Yan, are you willing to give him a chance?"

The author has something to say: Liang Xiaoyan doesn’t understand: Are they all addicted to CP?

Wen Lang: The whole world knows that you are my wife!Sticker~

The author knelt down in front of the computer: I have been outside these few days, and I happen to be short of manuscripts, so the update time may not be fixed, sorry for the cuties or2.

I try to deal with things as quickly as possible, and I will add more when I go back~

感谢在2022-02-2201:41:05~2022-02-2321:46:56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 of irrigation nutrient solution: chocolate lovers, gin.1 bottle;

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