When I was forced to become a crybaby...

What sister-in-law?Why is it sister-in-law?

Liang Yan was yelled at by these angry boys and took a step back: "No, don't call me sister-in-law, I'm not!"

Wen Lang put his arms around his waist and supported him, with a smile in his eyes, but his voice was very low: "He has a small face, don't make trouble. Liang Yan, you can just call him by his name."

Wen Lang is quite prestigious among this group of people. He said that, but no one called him that. He opened his mouth and called Brother Xiaoyan.

Liao Xingyi smirked, turned his eyes on Liang Yan back to Wen Lang, and looked behind him: "Why are you here suddenly? Didn't you ride a bike today?"

Wen Lang raised his chin towards Liang Yan: "Staying at home is boring, go out for a stroll."

While chatting, the engine roared from far to near, several motorcycles braked, and several people got off the big motorcycles and walked towards them with their helmets in their arms.

One of them looked older, 23 years old, called Ah Jue, and the others looked about the same age as Liang Yan.

Ah Jue pushed his helmet into Liao Xingyi's hand, put his shoulder on his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Liang Yan: "Xiao Lang's partner?" elder brother.

Liao Xingyi curled his lips: "The person is here, you can ask yourself."

Ah Jue snorted, and pulled the zipper of his car jacket to his chest. The inside of his clothes was vacuum, revealing his strong chest. He didn't shy away from looking at Liang Yan. It took him a while to meet Wen Lang, and his tone was calm. Unable to hear the slightest meaning, he said casually: "So I like this type."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and nodded in agreement: "I really like it."

"Yo!" A group of people behind him booed, Liang Yan wanted to explain, but Wen Lang grabbed his hand.

Ah Jue lowered his gaze, didn't make a sound, went to grab a bottle of beer from the ice box, and drank most of the bottle with his head raised.

Wen Lang and Liao Xingyi didn't pay attention to him, they walked to the stands and chatted, and found a place to sit.

Liang Yan followed Wen Lang, but his gaze was still on Ah Jue who was not far away. Although he didn't say a few words, Liang Yan intuitively felt that there was something unusual between him and Wen Lang.

Just as he was thinking, Wen Lang's voice suddenly appeared next to his ears: "Look at him, want to get acquainted? I'll ask him to come over and you can talk for a while?"

Liang Yan looked at Wen Lang reproachfully: "We don't know each other well, so we don't have much to talk about, but you two were flirting with each other just now, so we should have a good chat."

Liang Yan was so happy to say it, but he didn't notice that there was something wrong with his tone. Wen Lang laughed lowly, and then he came back to his senses, with fever in his ears: "Don't laugh."

Wen Lang barely stopped laughing, moved closer, and sniffed against his neck, his voice was so loud that both of them could hear: "Is it the smell of vinegar?"

Liang Yan felt that his own brain was soaked in vinegar, "it doesn't matter to me what kind of vinegar I eat."

Wen Lang simply wiped the tip of his nose on his neck: "I'd be happy if you were jealous."

The people around would look at the two of them from time to time. Liang Yan was made shy by his intimate behavior, put his palm on his forehead, and sent people away: "Sit farther away, or your friends will misunderstand even more."

Wen Lang raised his head from his neck, but didn't move his body half an inch, looking at the track ahead: "I've been here a lot in the past year, but you haven't been here before, I wanted to show you a long time ago."

In his 20 years, Liang Yan had 18 years.

Liang Yan's 19 years, and his 18 years.

Wen Lang has always wanted to make up for the year that was blank in the middle, especially recently, this idea has become stronger and stronger. He doesn't want Liang Yan to be absent in his time.

Liang Yan looked from a distance, and watched the entire arena under bright and dim lights.

Wen Lang grabbed his hand and motioned him to look aside: "I met them all here, and I've become familiar with them after working this year."

Liao Xingyi sat not far away, and he could hear him chatting normally: "A Jue and I didn't meet him here!"

Liang Yan looked at him: "Then how did you know each other?"

Liao Xingyi got excited when he mentioned this issue: "Stop talking, Wen Lang is nothing!"

Liao Xingyi babbled to Liang Yan exactly how he and Wen Lang had known each other.

Last summer, Liao Xingyi, Ah Jue and a few buddies were hanging out in the bar.

They went to a high bar, and both men and women drank a little bit. When they left, Ah Jue passed a booth, and his legs couldn't move.

Wen Lang is sitting on the sofa drinking alone.

Among the buddies who were traveling with him, there was an empathetic one who saw that Ah Jue was interested in him, so he wanted to go up and help him get in touch.

In Liao Xingyi's current words, when Wen Lang sat there, he looked at the sassy and wild Tiancai Man, but he never thought he was a mad dog.

The understanding buddy stepped forward and said a few words before he was pushed to the ground and beaten.

Ah Jue couldn't care less about his own point of view, and hurried up to start a fight. The few of them also knew each other from that day.

Liang Yan frowned when he heard it. He recalled that he saw Wen Lang for the first time after he was discharged from the hospital. He also said that he went to the bar to drink all night: "Do you often go to the bar to drink?"

As soon as he asked, the tugging Wen Lang felt a little wronged, his black eyes hooked his gaze and did not let go: "It was the day we quarreled."

When Wen Lang saw Liang Yan protecting that person, he exploded!His sanity was completely shattered, not even a scum left.

Even thinking of Liang Yan protecting that person now, his heart still beats wildly.

Liao Xingyi caught a little ear from the side, and solved the doubts in his heart for a year: "It turns out that you were together a long time ago. We met when the young couple had a quarrel that day, and we said that Wen Lang was like eating explosives."

"No! We grew up together, but it's not the kind of relationship you think. He and I are just...uh..." Liang Yan was stuck for a while, and he found that he couldn't find an accurate word to describe the relationship between the two of them. word.

It's inaccurate to say that it's a child, in Liang Yan's mind, the relationship between the two has been very stiff since they were young, and it's not the same as the best friend of a child.

Liao Xingyi shook the dreadlocks on the back of his head, and tilted his head to stare at Liang Yan, eagerly waiting for his next words.

The two of them stared wide-eyed, both stuck.

Liang Yan's lips twitched for a moment, but Wen Lang didn't come up with a reason, but Wen Lang said from the side: "We are indeed not in a relationship..."

Liao Xingyi said I don't believe it all over his face: "Don't fool me! Who are you fooling!"

Wen Lang looked at Liang Yan for a moment, and smiled inexplicably: "Really, I didn't lie to you, I haven't chased him yet."

Liao Xingyi was stunned, and Liang Yan couldn't believe it. What nonsense is he talking about? Why is he chasing after himself!What is he chasing after himself!

"Heh!" There was a sneer from the side, which attracted several people to look up. At this moment, Ah Jue was holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and looked down at Liang Yan and Wen Lang: "You always have to pay it back when you come out to hang out. Exactly."

Wen Lang frowned slightly: "I am willing."

Ah Jue turned around abruptly, squeezed to Liang Yan's side, and pointed at Wen Lang with a wine bottle: "I, bitch! I was chasing after him, but he didn't even look at me. Now that it's all right, he's started to be mean too, chasing after him Lick you, you have a bit of backbone, let him chase after ten or eight years, but you can toss him hard."

Liang Yan didn't expect that Ah Jue would tell the matter between him and Wen Lang so bluntly. He didn't know how to react for a while, so he gave Wen Lang a look, blamed him for talking nonsense, and then continued to explain: "It's all a joke, Don't take it seriously."

Ah Jue stared at Liang Yan for a while, didn't say any more, raised his head and drank another half bottle of wine.

They stayed on the field until after two o'clock in the morning, Liang Yan yawned, Wen Lang saw it, and immediately called him: "Go home."

After saying goodbye to the others, Liang Yan and Wen Lang walked out of the arena.

Liang extended his hand to pull the co-pilot's door, but was stopped by Wen Lang: "If you're sleepy, sit in the back and sleep more comfortably."

"I don't sleep." Liang Yan didn't let go of the car door, and said in a cold tone, "I have something to talk to you about."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows, walked around to the side of the cab, and got into the car.

Liang Yan fastened his seat belt, waited for a while before the car started, and looked at Wen Lang in puzzlement: "Why don't you leave?"

Wen Lang asked him back, "Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me?"

Liang Yan thought for a while, but hesitated: "I haven't figured out how to tell you yet."

But Wen Lang had already thought about it, and when he spoke, he was rarely serious: "Did I just say that I was chasing you?"

Liang Yan's heart was bumped unexpectedly: "Wen Lang... We are not children anymore, so don't make such jokes in the future." This is indeed what he wanted to talk to Wen Lang, and he just didn't think about the point of entry , he also doesn't understand what's wrong with Wen Lang recently, it's weird.

Wen Lang turned his head, his eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly: "I really want to chase you, I'm not joking."

Liang Yan's eyes slowly widened in surprise, then narrowed dangerously after a while, and his tone became cold: "Wen Lang! I told you not to make such jokes again. If you still talk nonsense, I will... ignore you."

Wen Lang raised three fingers without warning, and looked at Liang Yan seriously: "I swear! I'm serious, I don't mean to be a joke, give me a chance, okay?"

Liang Yan stared at him blankly, as if frightened. It took a long time for his slender eyelashes to tremble.

He remembered that not long ago, when he was also in this car, Wen Lang kept saying that he was not interested in him at all: "You said you were not interested in me, and besides, how can we fall in love? Think about it yourself, is this plausible?"

Wen Lang withdrew his hand, his tone was a little anxious: "Why can't we fall in love? We don't have any relatives, how can it be outrageous?"

Liang Yan blinked, and tried to express himself clearly: "That's not what I mean, I mean between us... um... Think about it, have you ever thought about it when we hug or kiss? ?”

Wen Lang listened patiently to every word he said, and at the end he avoided his sight a little guilty: "How do you know I haven't thought about it?"

A casual answer, but Liang Yan was flustered and stopped for a while: "..."

Wen Lang took a deep breath, and caught his gaze again. His tone was not high, but he was extremely firm: "We have known each other for so long. In the matter of chasing you, if you don't ask you to give me preferential treatment, you should be fair. OK?"