When I was forced to become a crybaby...

After filling out the entry information, Zhou Yi kindly asked him to leave early and told him to go back and have a good rest.

Because Ye Weizhen stepped down after singing only one song, Liang Yan came on stage an hour earlier than expected.

It was just after 10:30 when he and Fei Ziming walked out of the bar.

It was not too late. There were many people coming and going on the road, most of them were students of the University of Economics and Management.

The door of the school dormitory is locked at 11:30, and everyone leaves in a leisurely manner.

Fei Ziming was still immersed in the fiery atmosphere of the bar just now, walking beside Liang Yan, talking endlessly: "Mr. Liang, did you hear that on the stage just now? How enthusiastic are the guests in the audience! That scene doesn't seem like The performance at the bar is like your personal concert!"

Compared with his excitement, Liang Yan looked very calm. He checked the time while walking, wondering if he should call Wen Lang.

If you don't call, Qin Bei will definitely come to check the post later, knowing that she is not in Wen Lang's place, she will definitely be worried.

Hit it, feel awkward again.

Worried, Fei Ziming, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped and grabbed him.

Liang Yan looked up in surprise.

Fei Ziming winked his eyebrows and kept looking towards the side of the road.

Two slender figures stood by the side of the road, and Wen, with his long legs crossed and one hand in his pocket, was staring at him with a dark face.

Liang Yan looked back at the main entrance of the bar behind him, pursed his lower lip, held Fei Ziming, and whispered with guilt: "Don't talk about me singing in the bar."

Fei Ziming nodded dully, fixed his eyes on the boy next to Wen Lang, and muttered in a low voice, "It looks familiar." But he couldn't think of where he had seen this person before.

The two parties looked at each other motionless, deadlocked.

Wei Zhe, who was next to Wen Lang, couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that it was too silly to look at each other on the road in the middle of the night, so he bumped Wen Lang's shoulder: "Boss, who is your brother? He went to bars not long after his parents passed away. He has a big heart." .”

Wen Lang glanced at him, his voice was low but cold: "Are you very humorous?"

Wei Zhe froze, he didn't expect that his teasing would annoy his boss, so he curled his lips in a dull manner: "It's not humorous, I just owe it."

Fei Ziming pursed his lips and asked Liang Yan in a low voice, "Hey, is that your brother? Compared with high school, he has changed a lot."

Liang Yan's expression was exactly the same as Wen Lang's, with a bad tone: "I said earlier that he is not my brother."

Fei Ziming immediately changed his words: "Forget about not calling him brother."

The two of them stood still, biting their ears, Wen Lang had no choice but to walk over with long legs, his eyes caught Liang Yan's: "What are you doing standing still? Wait for me to carry you?"

Liang Yan turned his eyes away to hide his guilt: "I'm going to live in the classmate's dormitory, let's go first." He knew that Wen Lang rejected him, so he wanted to slip away when he got the chance.

After speaking, he grabbed Fei Ziming's clothes and fled in a hurry.

Wen Lang didn't stop him, and even smiled.

Liang Yan and Fei Ziming quickly crossed the road and went straight to the main entrance of the school.

Wei Zhe watched the two go further and further away, with a puzzled look on his face: "Boss, you came here in a hurry to catch someone, and you let him go like this?"

Liang Yan and Fei Ziming had turned into the school, and they were about to disappear.

Wen Lang didn't panic, took out his phone, found Qin Bei's WeChat, took a picture of Zhang Liangyan's back and sent it: "He will come back by himself within 5 minutes."

One point, two points, three points...

Liang Yan, who had turned into the school, appeared again, running towards Wen Lang while talking on the phone.

Wei Zhe looked at the person running across the road, smacked his lips, and silently gave a thumbs up: "It's true that fans call you a bright god, this is a true prediction."

Wen Lang looked at the approaching figure, raised his brows invisibly, and said nothing.

Because of running in a hurry, Liang Yan sweated a little from the tip of his nose, blushing from his fair cheeks, panting lightly and stopped in front of Wen Lang, still explaining to the phone: "Aunt Qin, I'm really with Wen Lang , I just saw off my classmate, don't come to pick me up."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly brought the phone to Wen Lang's ear: "Wen Lang, say something, otherwise Aunt Qin won't believe that I'm with you." He grabbed Wen Lang's wrist anxiously, his sweaty palm slightly tinged Feeling the tide, Wen Lang could clearly feel that its owner was really in a hurry.

Wen Lang's eyelids drooped slightly, he looked at his grasped wrist, his gaze paused for a moment on Liang Yan's fine white knuckles, he took his mobile phone and put it to his ear: "Hey mom, I'm Wen Lang, um, um .We are together, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yanchang let out a long sigh of relief, and touched the thin sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Wen Lang conveniently put his phone into his pocket: "Go home."

"Give me back my phone!"

"Are you running again? Ms. Qin will call and scold me."

"I'm not running."

"Are you talking?"

Liang Yan: "..."

Seeing these two people going back and forth and about to choke, Wei Zhe squinted his eyes in confusion. This brother, can his boss control him or not?

He was too lazy to wade into the muddy water: "Brother Lang, there is still training at the base tomorrow morning, so I'll be leaving first."

After speaking, he opened his hand to call a taxi, got into the car and walked away.

Wen Lang's residence is very close to the school, cross the street of 'Drunkenness' and walk for another 5 minutes.

This high-rise building is half commercial and half residential, with office buildings below ten floors and residential apartments above ten floors.

There are four elevators in the lobby, Wen Lang stopped in front of one of them, pressed the up button, put his hands in his pockets, and watched the numbers count down.

Liang Yan understood that Wen Lang was forced by Qin Bei to take him home. Knowing that he disliked him, he stayed away from him, lowered his head without saying a word, and stood obediently.

There are quite a few residents in this building. After a while, many people gathered one after another, waiting for the elevator together.

Among them were a few young boys, who glanced at Liang Yan from time to time and whispered.

There is only a small area in front of the elevator, even if a few boys keep their voices down, they can still hear some of the gentle chat: "It's him, that's right!"

"It's even more handsome up close than on stage! Why are the eyelashes so long, I really want to touch them!"

Wen Lang casually glanced at Liang Yan's eyelashes.

"The skin is also good, it looks white and smooth."

Wen Lang frowned, and his eyes wandered over Liang Yan's cheeks again.

"I really like his hanging up! I want to ask for contact information, will he reject me?"

Liang Yan's elbow was suddenly grabbed by someone. Wen Lang pointed to the stairwell beside him, his tone as anxious as driving a car: "The elevator is too long, let's take the stairs."

Liang Yan: "Huh?"

Wen Lang didn't say a word, and dragged him into the stairwell in two steps.

The light in the stairwell was dim and yellow, and the steps could not be seen clearly when entering. Liang Yan held the handle and walked up step by step: "Which floor do you live on?"

"28" someone Wen stood on the first floor, leaning on the railing leisurely.

"Twenty?!" Liang Yan stepped on the ground and almost sprained his foot: "It's more than 20 floors, do you still think the elevator is slow?" No matter how slow the elevator is, it is faster than climbing the stairs.

thump, thump, Liang Yan stepped back quickly: "Go up the stairs by yourself, I'll wait for the elevator." As he said this, he passed by Wen Lang to open the door.

Wen Lang stretched out his long arm to block his chest, clasped his shoulders, and pulled him back.

Liang Yan was half a size smaller than Wen Lang, plus he was unprepared, so he was pulled back by him, with the back of his neck resting on his chest.

The up and down movements made him aggrieved and insecure. Liang Yan wanted to stand up straight, but Wen Lang still locked his shoulders: "Waist, waist! My waist is about to twist!"

Wen Lang glanced at his waist, his thin waistline was receded and bent into a nice arc.

...it's quite soft.

Wen Lang's eyes trembled, he looked away, raised his knees to support his waist firmly, and straightened his body. The villain complained first: "Can you not run?"

"Aren't you going to run and wait to climb the stairs with you?" Liang Yan said with 120 reluctance written on his face.

Wen Lang snorted: "If you don't climb the stairs, you will be blocked in the elevator by others asking for your contact information."

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene in front of the elevator just now, there were indeed a few boys looking at him, but because he was far away, he couldn't hear what he said.

After thinking about it, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Lang: "What did they say?" Could it be that those people were the guests who were drunk just now, did they mention that they sang by themselves just now?

"They said..." Wen Lang prolonged the tone on purpose, and squinted at him meaningfully: "They said you have long eyelashes and good skin, and they like your type, and want your contact information."

"Didn't you say anything else?" Liang Yan was still guilty, not because he was afraid that Wen Lang would find out that he was singing in the bar, but because Wen Lang would tell Qin Bei with a big mouth.

Wen Lang stepped forward and stared at him: "What else do you want to hear?"

"Uh..." Liang Yan took a step back, speaking too close, the atmosphere was a bit strange: "I didn't say..."

"Didn't you say how you performed on stage?"

Liang Yan originally had some expectations, thinking that Wen Lang didn't know that he was singing in the bar, but now he said it out, like a balloon that was punctured, and instantly deflated: "You already knew."

Ding!

Wen Lang snorted when the elevator arrived, and raised his chin to signal him to go out: "Those people just now have left."

Only then did Liang Yan realize that Wen Lang just said to climb the stairs, he meant to let those boys hear him, in order to avoid them, he didn't think he would actually take him up the stairs.

This time there was no one else in the elevator, just the two of them.

The apartment Wen Lang lives in is a duplex structure. The living room is very clean, and it can even be described as spacious. The simple style sofa is matched with the coffee table of the same style, and the other places are empty everywhere.

Wen Lang found a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and gave them to him: "Here, new ones." Then he took out his mobile phone and put it on the coffee table, and went to open the refrigerator.

Liang Yan changed his shoes, and stood awkwardly in the living room: "I'll just stay for one night, and I'll rent a house tomorrow."

Wen Lang took a can of Coke and opened it, raised his head and took a big sip: "You sleep in my room, and I sleep upstairs."

Liang Yan looked up at him in astonishment: "I live in your bedroom?"

"What's wrong with living in my bedroom? It's not good enough for you?"

Liang Yan pursed his lips, and gently twisted the fingertips hanging by his side, his voice was very soft: "No, I'm afraid you might be disgusted."

Wen Lang stared at him quietly for a while, then pushed open the sliding door on the side: "The bathroom is here, there are snacks and drinks in the refrigerator, and you can take your own. The pajamas are in the closet. I'll go up."

Wen Lang grabbed the Coke and stepped up the steps. Liang Yan still stood still, pursing his lips and struggling for a while: "Wen Lang! Wait."

Wen Lang turned around and waited for him to speak.

"Can you not tell your uncle and aunt about my singing in the bar?"

"I'm not free." Wen Lang turned and left after speaking.

Liang Yan heaved a sigh of relief. He changed his mind and promised himself that he would not say anything. He froze in the living room for a while, and then slowly walked towards the bedroom.

The furnishing of his bedroom is also very simple, with a wardrobe and a bed, it is as clean as if no one lives there.

After taking a shower, he changed into his pajamas and returned to the bedroom. During this period, Wen Lang didn't go downstairs.

Liang Yan just passed by the stairs and heard the sound of typing on the keyboard. He should be playing games again.

It might be because of insomnia and not sleeping all night, Liang Yan fell asleep not long after lying down, and was woken up by the phone ringing early the next morning.

Qin Bei's number jumped on the screen, and just as she put it to her ear, Qin Bei's voice rushed over: "Xiao Yan, the boy singing in the video is you!"