When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan subconsciously grasped Wen Lang's wrist, and after a while, his eyelashes trembled: "Yang Ke... isn't there anymore?"

At this time, his mind was full of Yang Ke, and he said, "You can call me Xiao Yang or Yang Ke."

Yesterday when work was over at noon, before Liang Yan got into the car, Yang Ke gave him a bottle of water: "It's been more than two hours on the way back, and you didn't bring a bottle of water."

Liang Yan never thought that the two-hour journey would take Yang Ke's entire life. He is only 22 years old, and his life is still very long.

Wen Hao also heard that Liang Yan's tone was very bad at the other end, and hurriedly changed the subject: "It's really a pity, Yanyan, don't be too sad, I will go to Beicheng to attend a party in two days after I wrap up, you can stay in Beicheng for two days God, I'll see you when the time comes."

Liang Yan's heart was still sinking in the ice, and he had no time to think about other things, so he ended the call with a few words.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yan realized that he was still holding Wen Lang's wrist, and unconsciously exerted force with his fingertips, printing a few small crescent moon marks beside his wrist bone.

Liang Yan immediately let go of his nails: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry just now." The news of Yang Ke's death stirred his heart, and when he heard the words that the rescue was invalid, his heart was hit hard, and he was in a daze .

Wen Lang didn't care about his wrist, but rubbed his stretched face: "Why are you apologizing to me, I ordered takeaway when you called just now, and we'll have dinner at home."

After dinner, it was getting late, but neither of the two of them was going to go on the broadcast. Wen Lang's voice hadn't recovered, so he hung up the announcement yesterday, and Liang Yan made a temporary decision tonight.

The hands of the clock in the living room pointed to eleven o'clock, Liang Yan was still sitting in the living room and had no plans to go back to the bedroom.

He didn't close his eyes last night, and his body was tired, but just after hearing the news of Yang Ke's death, his spirit became tense again, and he couldn't relax. He knew very well that he would still suffer from insomnia tonight.

After hesitating for a long time, he looked at Wen Lang. He was watching the game video of the previous two days for replay analysis, and he didn't notice Liang Yan's eyes.

Liang Yan continued to hesitate, in fact, he wanted to sleep with Wen Lang tonight.

But I was a little embarrassed to speak. After all, my relationship with Wen Lang is a little delicate now. I looked at him for a while, but still couldn't say: "I'm going back to sleep."

Wen Lang's eyes still fell on the computer, he only raised his hand to grab his wrist, and dragged him back to the sofa: "Wait for me for 2 minutes."

Liang Yan sat back on the sofa, thought a little more carefully, and waited quietly.

Wen Lang finally typed the last paragraph and sent it to the coach, put the computer on the coffee table, got up and called Liang Yan: "Let's go, go to sleep."

Liang Yan followed him to the door of the bedroom, Wen Lang stopped: "Good night."

Liang Yan's stepped leg fell back again, he didn't think about what to say for a moment, he just looked at Wen Lang, aggrieved.

He didn't know why he was wronged, but he just couldn't help it. He asked himself to wait for him, not to sleep with him, so what was he waiting for?

Wen Lang had already stepped up the steps and walked two steps, without any intention of stopping.

Liang Yan pursed his lips, and called him with a wrinkled face: "Wen Lang." After speaking, he stepped up the steps, lowered his head without looking at him, and said in a muffled voice, "I will suffer from insomnia, and I want to sleep with you." He left His pace was much faster than Wen Lang's, and he had already stepped onto the second floor in a few steps, heading for Wen Lang's bedroom.

Wen Lang looked at his back from behind, and followed him unhurriedly. Liang Yan was not in good condition these two days, and Wen Lang kept his emotions in check, for fear of putting more pressure on him.

Anyway, the first thing that was the hardest thing to say had already been said, and Liang Yan didn't feel embarrassed anymore. It wasn't the first time he entered Wen Lang's bedroom, and he was already familiar with it.

Opened the cabinet and took out a pillow and placed it on the other side of the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down inside, covered tightly, leaving only a small face outside.

Noticing that Wen Lang was standing at the door looking at him, Liang Yan panicked a little, thinking that he didn't agree to sleep with him, and emphasized again: "I want to sleep with you."

Wen Lang didn't speak, but raised his hand to turn off the light in the room.

In fact, Wen Lang's eyes shone brightly from an angle that Liang Yan could not see.

Wen Lang knew exactly what he was running for. He sat on the head of the bed and took off his earrings in the dark.

As soon as the person lay down in the quilt, Liang Yan automatically turned around and leaned against his chin with his forehead, and wrapped his fingertips around his earlobe.

Wen Lang moved his index finger under the quilt, and struggled for a while before suppressing the urge to hug him up and rub him into his arms.

Gradually, he felt that Liang Yan's breathing became clearer and shallower, and a small wisp of heat fell on his neck regularly, making his heart itch.

Liang Yan closed his eyes and fell asleep, but Wen Lang's eyes were brighter than the lights.

Bowing your head slightly, you can smell the fragrance of grandma on Liang Yan's body. The smell is so tight that you can't help but want to take a bite to appease the madness, agitation, and movement in your heart.

Suddenly, Wen Lang felt that he was "lactose intolerant", and it was terrible to smell it.

Quietly removed the hand on the earlobe, got up gently and went into the bathroom.

Liang Yan didn't sleep soundly that night, but it was quite peaceful.

When class was over at noon, he received a call from the program team. After asking about his situation, he told him not to speak out about the accident, and the live broadcast was suspended for a few days until the incident subsided. The content that should be posted on the platform account has been edited by the program team. Sent to his email.

Just after the call ended, another call came in. It was an unfamiliar number, ending in 7, at least seven or eight.

Liang Yan looked at the number and fell into deep thought. For a person with such a "proud" number, he should at least call him uncle in terms of age.

Considering that he was an old man, when he answered the phone, he said hello politely: "Hi, who are you?"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds. Liang Yan thought it was normal for the old man to speak slowly because of his age.

"Who am I? Very well, you made me angry." Yan Shao's voice appeared on the phone.

As soon as Liang Yan's breath stagnates, this person's face will become oily when he speaks. I'm a little curious that when Yan Shao said such oily words, wouldn't he feel sick to his stomach because of the oil?

Yan Shao obviously didn't feel disgusted, on the contrary, he enjoyed it: "I'm at the gate of your school, and I'll give you 5 minutes to appear in front of me, otherwise..."

"I'm not free." He hung up the phone directly, and he and Wen Lang made an appointment to have lunch together.

Respect is mutual, what Yan Shao said last time has already shown extreme disrespect, Liang Yan feels that he doesn't have to let him continue to be unreasonable to him.

At the door of the security room, Wen Lang was standing chatting with two boys.

He also saw Liang Yan and waved his hand, and the two boys who were chatting with him waved and left first.

Wen Lang took the backpack on Liang Yan's back naturally: "Would you like to buy a drink first? I've booked the place, and there's time, so don't rush there."

Talking and walking, while waiting for the red light to cross the road at the intersection, a convertible sports car stopped in front of the two of them. Yan Shao held the steering wheel with one hand and looked at them with a dark face.

Wen Lang took a step ahead of Liang Yan and stood behind him: "Mr. Xiao Yan has returned to Beicheng. I will inform Xing Yi later to make him happy and miss you every day."

Speaking of Liao Xingyi, Yan Shao's face stretched even longer: "Don't tell him, I didn't come to Beicheng to see him."

Wen Lang smiled: "I'm sorry, I can't hold back."

Yan Shao stared at him faintly, his hands tensed while holding the steering wheel, and it took him a long time to calm down, and then he changed into meaningful eyes, squinting at Wen Lang: "Then let's get together tonight and call Ah Jue Come on, let's have fun together." The last two words, Yan Shao squeezed out the sounds through gritting his back molars.

The smile on Wen Lang's face slowly disappeared, and he said indifferently: "I will contact you later in the evening. We are going to have lunch now, so let's go first."

It just so happened that the signal light turned green, Liang Yan was not interested in what the two of them said, so he took a step ahead.

Soon there was the roar of the engine behind him, and Yan Shao's anger provoked by Wen Lang hit the accelerator.

After lunch, Wen Lang and Liang Yan separated at the entrance of the restaurant. Wen Lang said that something happened in the afternoon, and Liang Yan went to the library by himself.

Sitting in the library for an entire afternoon, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening when Liang Yanhe finished the book.He doesn't have to broadcast live these two days, and he doesn't have to go to the bar to sing. It's rare that he has time.

As soon as he left the library, Liang Yan's phone vibrated non-stop. He thought it was a call, but when he unlocked it, it turned out to be a message, and it was all sent by Yan Shao.

In the first video, the background is a bar, and it is a hey bar. The scene is chaotic and noisy, mixed with cooing and screaming, and the lights are flickering on and off, and the picture is very blurry.

The duration of the video is very short, and the surrounding scenes flashed by in a few seconds, followed by a message from Yan Shao:

——Hengyuan Road, lookout, V9 card, come.

At the bottom is another video, this time the camera pans more slowly, Liang Yan can clearly see that there are Liao Xingyi, Ah Jue, Wen Lang and a few other people whose names he can't name.

While the video was still playing, Wen Lang's phone call came in. His side was very noisy. Liang Yan turned the volume up to the maximum, but he still couldn't hear what he said clearly.

After talking back and forth, Liang Yan was inexplicably agitated: "I can't hear you clearly, hang up."

Wen Lang seemed to be telling him to wait, but Liang Yan didn't wait and hung up directly.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yan felt inexplicably angry, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

But not far away, Wen Lang called again, this time he was quieter: "Yanyan, are you still in the library?"

What the hell, is your library answering the phone casually?

"Not here." Liang Yan replied very simply, with a icy tone in his tone, which was cold and piercing.

Wen Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then his tone became softer: "Then just wait for me, I'll take you home."

"You didn't ask me where I was, and you let me wait? I was standing outside! My hands were cold when I answered the phone, and you asked me to wait for you? What about your heart? Have you longed for it?"

Wen Lang was so stunned that he didn't have a word, and he was stuck for a while: "Then...you go back to the library and wait for me, I'll be there in five minutes, okay?"

"Wait! I don't have long legs myself? Or am I an idiot who can't find a home? I have to use you to pick it up? Play with you, I'm dead, my hands are frozen!"

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