When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan: "..." Hey, hasn't this page turned over?

His small head really can't keep up with Qin Bei's thinking span, why can this also be related to the topic of his love with Wen Lang?He just wanted to persuade a mother not to scold her son.

He withdrew his hand, but didn't pull it back. Qin Bei pulled it tightly: "Aunt Qin, this matter is not a matter of giving a chance or not, it's that we two can't be together at all." After finishing speaking, he didn't forget to bump her Wen Lang: "Right, Wen Lang, how could we be together? It's absolutely impossible."

Wen Lang pursed his thin lips, lowered his gaze, and pulled his hand back for him: "Mom, Liang Yan hasn't recovered from his cold yet, and he doesn't feel well. Let's go back first."

Qin Bei nodded in relief. She was dissatisfied with her old mother just now, but now she put on a gratified smile: "Yes, you will be like this in the future. If you care more about Yanyan, the opportunity will come."

It was rare for Wen Lang to be unreasonable this time, and he nodded obediently: "Yes, I see."

Such a loving mother and filial piety, Qin Bei had the joyful smile on her son's wedding day, which made Liang Yan look dumbfounded.

"No, Aunt Qin, please don't laugh, at least don't laugh like that, Wen Lang and I are really innocent." He knew that what he said didn't work, and if he wanted to completely convince Qin Bei, Wen Lang had to come. After all, he had experience : "Wen Lang, tell me quickly that we are innocent."

Wen Lang put his arms around his shoulders and covered his head with the other, and stuffed him into the co-pilot: "We are innocent."

Liang Yan was so anxious: "Don't tell me, tell Aunt Qin."

……

The passenger's door was closed.

Qin Bei stood at the door and waved goodbye, Wen Lang started the car and left.

Liang Yan pressed his face against the glass, with a solemn expression, talking to himself in a low voice, as if he had explained it, but he didn't seem to explain it.

Along the way, Wen Lang remained silent, showing no emotions of joy or anger.

Liang Yan really wanted to say something to him, but he didn't think of a suitable opening line for a long time. His brows were slightly frowned, and he was entangled all the way.

Finally arrived at the parking lot downstairs, Wen Lang parked the car in the parking space.

Liang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, forget it, let's go straight: "Wen Lang, now many people think we are in love, what should we do?"

Wen Lang unbuckled his seat belt unhurriedly, and asked casually, "A lot of people? Why didn't I know."

Liang Yan looked at him in shock, how could he not know?Is he not on the same planet or not in the same dimension as him?

Liang Yan buckled the seat belt in front of him with his fingers: "There are a lot of people. When Zi Ming called today in the morning, he also asked me if I was with you. There were many private messages from the fans in the background, even Uncle Wen and Aunt Qin just now. feel."

"What about you?" Wen Lang unbuckled his seat belt for him.

"Ah?" Liang Yan didn't quite hear what he said: "What did you say?"

"What do you think?" Wen Lang turned his head, looked at Liang Yan seriously, and waited for his answer.

"I think it's outrageous, how could we fall in love." Falling in love with Wen Lang is the most impossible thing Liang Yan can think of right now.

Wen Lang seemed to be very interested in his answer, turned around and put one hand on the steering wheel, with a faint smile on his lips, he showed him: "To be more specific, why don't we fall in love? I will also have a reference when I explain to others in the future." .”

"To be specific, you don't like me, and I don't like you either.

There is no feeling of heartbeat between us, we have held hands and hugged, even slept in the same bed, but when you do these, does your heart beat faster?Do you have an involuntary urge to be closer more often? "Of course he won't, he has a different sexual orientation from himself.

Wen Lang's expression gradually became a little difficult to understand, his eyes turned into scrutiny, and the subordinates on the steering wheel retracted and hung down to his side, silently clenched into fists on the side that Liang Yan couldn't see: "So it's like this. Wen Lang pulled out the car key and opened the door: "I see, let's go home."

The two came to the elevator one after the other. When they came back, it was just off work time, and the front of the upward elevator was full of residents returning home from get off work.Liang Yan and Wen Lang stood among them.

Ding, the elevator has finally arrived.

There were not many people descending, and it was empty soon, and people waiting at the elevator door began to enter the elevator one after another.

Wen Lang protected Liang Yan in front of him, and hugged him into the elevator.

Because they live on a higher floor, they will get off later, Wen Lang reminded him after pressing the number: "Go inside and wait." Otherwise, it will be very crowded in and out.

Liang Yan walked sideways to the innermost right corner of the elevator, and Wen Lang followed him.

People were going up and down, giving way from time to time, sometimes rubbing against each other, Wen Lang simply turned around, propped one hand on the elevator wall, and the other on his shoulder.

Wen Lang's sexy and three-dimensional Adam's apple is just in front of Liang Yan's eyes, and the delicate clavicle line is below... Liang Yan blinked, looked at the person who was so close, and silently lowered his eyelids, not daring to meet him.

He wanted to ignore and divert his attention, but Wen Lang's sense of presence was too strong.

His whole body was surrounded by a warm and cold breath, and his shallow breath fell on his left ear, causing a fine and dense itch.

Liang Yan turned his head slightly, but he couldn't avoid it. When the elevator reached the tenth floor, a group of people poured in. The elevator was even more crowded, and there was no distance between him and Wen Lang.

In a crowded environment, Wen Lang could no longer support his arm, so he had to drop his other hand. Afraid that others would squeeze Liang Yan, he simply wrapped his arms around his waist to protect the whole person in his arms.

Before Wen Lang could suppress the subtle itch in his heart, he was brought into a more tense atmosphere.

Although through the cloth, he could still clearly feel Wen Lang's body temperature. I don't know if it was because of the crowded elevator, but Wen Lang's body temperature was particularly scorching today.

The slap came too fast.

In the parking lot just now, he also said that his heartbeat has never been faster to Wen Lang, and his heartbeat is a little hypoxic now.

Before he knew it, the red cloud at the base of his ears had burned down to his cheeks.

Wen Lang noticed it carefully, and was a little worried about him. He nodded and put his head next to his ear, and said in a low voice full of magnetism: "Why is your face so red, do you have a fever?"

Liang Yan: "...I don't have a fever." His face was flushed by his own words.

"Really?" Wen Lang didn't believe it, so he personally sought proof, tightened his arms around Liang Yan's waist, and lowered his head against Liang Yan's forehead: "It's really not hot, then why is your face so red and your heart beating so fast?" .”

There were a lot of people in the elevator, and from time to time someone looked at the corner here. Although Wen Lang rubbed him into his arms and no one could see him, Liang Yan still felt embarrassed, turned his head away from Wen Lang's forehead, and got anxious With a crying tone, he reminded Wen Lang in a low voice: "Stop talking or moving, others are watching us."

Wen Lang was about to turn his head when he heard the words, but Liang Yan realized it in time, and put his arms around his neck to stop him: "Don't look!"

"Okay, I don't watch it."

After reaching the twentieth floor, the number of people gradually decreased, and the elevator became more relaxed.

On the 25th floor, there was basically no one there. Liang Yan came back to his senses, buried his head behind Wen Lang's shoulder, and only exposed his eyes to look around. When he found that there was no one, he gently pushed Wen Lang: "nobody."

Wen Lang withdrew his hand: "No one has been there for a long time, but you won't let me move."

Liang Yan: "?" Why do you feel that it's not me who is sick, but him, and he is the one who has a fever and confused his head.

Wen Lang took a step back and stood beside him, turning the car keys in his hand, looking at him with a bit of slyness in his eyes: "Liang Yan."

Liang Yan stood at the corner of the elevator, as quiet as a little quail. He still had the residual warmth from Wen Lang's grip on his waist, and his mind was dizzy, so he replied unconsciously: "Well, I'm here."

"I'll go down and buy medicine for you later."

Liang Yan turned to look at him, with a puzzled look on his face: "What kind of medicine should I buy? I have cold medicine at home. I'll be fine if I drink some ginger water later."

The elevator arrived just at this time, Liang Yan was afraid that he would really go to buy medicine, so he took him by the arm and walked out of the elevator: "Didn't I tell you that I don't have a fever, so I don't need to buy medicine."

After getting out of the elevator, before Liang Yan could stand still, someone grabbed him back into his arms: "Why was your face so red when you didn't have a fever?"

Liang Yan put his hands on his chest instinctively, and looked at him innocently: "Wen Lang, what's wrong with you today?" Why did you feel weird after you came out of the parking lot.

Wen Lang looked down at him, his black eyes were deep, he couldn't see to the end, all the emotions in his heart were hidden, he rubbed Liang Yan's hair: "You are fine, let's go back."

Liang Yan hadn't fully recovered from his cold yet, so he lay lazily on the sofa and didn't want to move.

Wen Lang washes, cuts and chops in the kitchen, boils ginger water and serves it to him.

Liang Yan took a sip, his small face wrinkled into a ball: "It's so spicy, how much ginger did you put in!" Where there was ginger water, it was clearly ginger juice.

He himself doesn't like ginger very much. He drinks ginger water because he has a cold and can't help it. Yesterday he put a lot of rock sugar in the ginger water when he boiled it himself.

Wen Lang took the ginger water in his hand and took a big gulp without blinking: "It's not spicy."

How could it not be spicy? I just drank something very spicy. Could it be that I made a mistake?

Liang Yan didn't believe in evil, so he took another sip and it was really spicy: "Wen Lang, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Wen Lang's expression became serious: "I just tasted non-spicy, don't make excuses, drink more ginger water to keep the cold away so that you can get better quickly, don't be like a child!"

Liang Yan was wronged: "I didn't, really, it's your tongue that's wrong."

"Really?" Wen Lang bent down and sat down beside him, bringing the cup to his lips: "Take a sip, and I'll have a taste."

Liang Yan was eager to prove that he wasn't lying, so he didn't realize what was wrong with what he said, so he took a sip.

Wen Lang took away the cup from his lips and coaxed him in a low voice: "Don't swallow."

Liang Yan was so hot that he was about to shed tears, he really didn't want to swallow, pouted his mouth, and showed warm eyes, telling him to try it for the second time.

Wen Lang took the cup but put it aside, suddenly leaned over, pressed Liang Yan on the sofa, resting his chin with his index finger, breathing within easy reach.

He did this all of a sudden, Liang Yan's heart stopped beating in shock, his face was blank, and he looked at him ignorantly.

Wen Lang's voice was extremely gentle, with a charming magic power: "Let me taste it."

作者有话要说：指指点点：老婆没发烧，但某人却在发骚感谢在2022-02-2321:46:56~2022-02-2423:55:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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