When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Wen Lang pressed his forehead against the back of Liang Yan's neck, and his voice became hoarse: "Yanyan, don't move."

Liang Yan curled up limply like a frightened rabbit, not daring to move.

Half a day later, Wen Lang bit his shoulder lightly, and sighed: "I'm going to take a bath." Holding the obedient and soft person in his arms, seeing him frightened like this, no matter how hard it is to bear, Wen Lang will have to bear it.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Liang Yancai blinked, then slowly changed his posture, looked at the door with complicated eyes, and finally retracted into the bed, covering his head tightly.

The next day, Wen Lang sent him to the airport, and after more than four hours of flying, he finally arrived at his destination.

Before boarding the plane, the program team asked him about the flight time and said that someone had been arranged to pick him up.

After landing, Liang Yan quickly found the driver arranged by the crew.

This driver, Liang Yan, looked a little unfamiliar, and he was not a member of the team.

When he came to the car, Liang Yancai was completely shocked. He stood still, no matter how hard the program crew was, they would not send such a top luxury car, which is rare in the world, to pick him up.

Subconsciously took a few steps back, and confirmed to the driver again: "You didn't recognize the wrong person, did you? Was it really the show crew who asked you to come?"

The driver bowed respectfully to him: "Don't worry, Mr. Liang, I have not mistaken the person, please get in the car, Mr. Yan is waiting for you in the car."

"Mr. Yan? Yan Shao...Mr.?" The first thing Liang Yan thought of was the oil.

As soon as he finished speaking, the window of the back seat slowly lowered. Yan Shao leaned on the seat and looked at Liang Yanshi with a bit of teasing in his eyes: "Why, it's me, you are not satisfied?"

As expected, it was him. He never disappoints people when it comes to oiliness. Hearing his words, Liang Yan's skin instantly burst into goosebumps: "Mr. Yan, you don't need to trouble yourself. I can take a car to the hotel by myself."

Yan Shao hooked his fingers at him: "Don't talk, come and sit beside me."

Liang Yan nodded, and hissed with a headache. He and the program crew obviously greeted each other well. Everyone else was here. If he proposed to take another car, it would make trouble for both sides, so he moved away from the co-pilot seat : "Mr. Yan, I'm motion sick, it's better to sit in the front." After speaking, the man has already sat in the co-pilot.

Yan Shao's expression was a little cold, but Liang Yan had already sat down in the co-pilot, he absolutely couldn't do anything to pull people out and drag him around, so he could only endure it.

The air pressure in the car was very depressing, Liang Yan sent Wen Lang a message that he had landed safely and put away his phone.

Finally arrived at the reserved hotel, as soon as the car stopped, Yan Shao asked the driver to leave.

Liang Yan also wanted to get out of the car, but when he pushed the car door, it was locked: "Mr. Yan, I can just take the luggage up by myself."

Yan Shao stared at him with a serious face, and suddenly said: "I checked some information about you recently."

Liang Yan's drooping gaze suddenly lifted up, and he looked at Yan Shao without avoiding it. Although he only said this sentence, Liang Yan's eyebrows were already frowned.

Yan Shao didn't stop because of his displeasure: "This summer, you had an accident at home, and your parents passed away. Now you not only have to study, but also work part-time as a resident singer and live broadcaster. Desperately catch up with the progress of the course."

Liang Yan looked at him quietly, and listened to him continue to say: "I can help you and make your life easier. I can pay back the money your family owes for you. As for career, who can Tianxing want to praise? It won’t be popular.” Speaking of this, Yan Shao’s eyes were full of confidence, and he thought that no one could refuse such a condition.

Not to mention that Liang Yan is currently in debt, even those entertainers and anchors who have no debts and no pressure will be moved when they hear such conditions. Every day, I don't know how many people want to climb up the big tree of Tianxing Entertainment like him.

But Liang Yan's reaction was far from what he expected. His delicate and handsome face was as cold as ice: "Mr. Yan, I can settle my affairs by myself, so I don't need you to worry about it." From Yan Shao's invisible angle , the hand on his side has been clenched into a fist, afraid that he will cry out when he is angry, so he can only restrain his emotions desperately, so he can barely keep his face expressionless: "Please open the door and let me go down."

Yan Shao leaned forward and approached him: "I don't want you to betray yourself. I like you. I believe you have felt it in the contact some time ago. If our relationship is stable in the future, I will consider making the relationship public and won't let you Nameless."

Liang Yan's clenched wrists were stretched with blue veins, but he was in a special situation, so he forced himself to calm down. He didn't want to shed a tear in front of someone like Yan Shao: "Mr. Yan, you think too much." If there is too much, I will pay off the debt myself, and I hope that after today, we will not meet again."

His whole body was completely cold, and his eyes were cold: "Please open the door!"

Yan Shao wanted to say a few more words, but his mouth was blocked by Liang Yan's words: "Please let me get out of the car, there should be a lot of journalists here, and according to your status, it would be ugly to make a fuss."

Yan Shao looked at him uncertainly for a while: "We will meet again."

Liang Yan ignored it, and got out of the car directly, with the brim of his hat pressed down to cover most of his face, took the luggage from the driver, and walked into the hotel without looking back.

Yan Shao was sitting in the car, looking at Liang Yan's upright back, with complicated emotions in his eyes: "Oh, I like this character."

Entering the hotel lobby, I met an acquaintance from the program group. Yang Ke greeted him warmly and took his suitcase: "I'll take you to the room. Why is the hat so low? Can you see the road clearly? Two waves of people have been cleared away, and there will be no one close enough to take pictures of their faces."

"Oh, that's good." Liang Yan tugged on his hat, but he didn't pull it up. He wasn't afraid of being photographed, but if he didn't cover it tightly, others would see his red eye circles.

Yang Ke seemed to be in a good mood, babbling all the way without stopping.

Liang Yan was mostly listening, occasionally responding with a sentence or two. Yang Ke chatted and found that his voice was not right: "Xiao Yan, why is your voice hoarse? You seem to be crying."

"I was a little tired just after getting off the plane." He happened to be at the door of his room, and Yang Ke opened the door to help him take his luggage in: "Then I won't disturb you, take a good rest, the director has instructed me to inform you."

After sending Yang Ke away, Liang Yancai took off his hat and put it aside.

Although he didn't want to recall, the scene in the car still flashed through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. There was no one in the room at the moment, Liang Yan didn't have to hide, and the tears couldn't stop.

When he was angry, the phone started to vibrate in his pocket. It was Wen Lang's call.

Liang Yan hurriedly wiped away his tears, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Wen Lang, I just arrived at the hotel room."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then Wen Lang made a sound. He called out in a tentative tone: "Yanyan?"

Every time Liang Yan heard him call him that, he felt a little shy, but today he didn't know if his anger had not calmed down. Hearing his voice, the circles of his eyes suddenly became hotter. The voice responded: "Mmm."

"Are you crying?"

Liang Yan wiped away the disobedient tears again: "No, I didn't cry, what are you crying for, you misheard."

His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hide it from Wen Lang: "What's wrong? Tell me."

You can't be questioned when you cry, the more you ask, the more tears you cry, especially when you are alone in a completely unfamiliar environment, the grievance will be infinitely magnified, Liang Yan can't hide it anymore: "Don't ask, just cry for a while. Enough."

Wen Lang's breath became heavier, but his tone was very soft: "Okay, don't ask, let's talk about something else, what's the name of the hotel? How's the environment like?" Wen Lang remembered Xi Xisuo's voice, Then came the slam of the door.

"Huanyu Business, the environment is pretty good." Liang Yan's nasal voice was very heavy and hoarse, and he couldn't bear it anymore, feeling awkward: "Wen Lang, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while, so I won't talk to you first Chatted."

"Okay, can you sleep for a while?"

After hanging up the phone for a while, Liang Yan received a notification from the team that Wen Hao and Xiang Heng's plane was delayed and would arrive at midnight, and they will not turn on the machine tonight. The guests who arrived early should have a good rest and need to get up early tomorrow to catch up with the schedule.

When Liang Yan arrived at the hotel, it was already past lunch time. He didn't have much appetite, so he didn't bother to go downstairs to find something to eat. Instead, he sat on the sofa and watched the process to pass the time.

In the evening, Yang Ke knocked on his door again: "Xiao Yan, Director Liu asked me to call you, saying that Mr. Yan has reserved a restaurant for the evening, and invited the main creators and guests in the group to go with him."

Liang Yan cried in the afternoon, lacked energy, and looked very haggard: "Xiao Ke, please tell Director Liu, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I won't go there."

Yang Ke noticed that he was not in the right mood when we first met, and he didn't have much doubt when he said this: "Oh, then I told Director Liu, what's wrong with you, I'll go buy some medicine for you."

Liang Yan rejected Yang Ke's kindness, waited for the others to leave, and retreated to the sofa again, full of thoughts.

Yan Shao didn't participate in the recording this time, but he still didn't leave the group. This made Liang Yan very headache. He didn't know if he would be there in the next recording.

While in a trance, there was another knock on the door, and Liang Yan stared at the door defensively: "Who is it?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door before answering: "Yanyan, it's me."

Liang Yan's eyes widened, and he looked at the door in disbelief. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He hurried to the door and opened it.

Wen Lang was dressed in sportswear and stood at the door in a dusty manner.

Liang Yan stared at him for more than ten seconds before he was sure that he was really here, and it wasn't his mistake.

Did he rush here because he was crying on the phone?Thinking of this possibility, Liang Yan's eyes softened when he saw him.

Wen Lang also looked at him: "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Liang Yan hurriedly stepped aside: "Come in."

Wen Lang closed the door casually, followed Liang Yan's gaze, and lightly wiped his eyes with his thumb: "How long have you been crying? Are your eyes still red?"

Liang Yan pursed his lips and shook his head.

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, opened his arms, and coaxed a child: "Stop crying, brother hug..."