When I was forced to become a crybaby...

The library is not far from the main entrance, only about ten minutes away. Today, Liang Yan walked fast again, and in a blink of an eye, he was already out of the main entrance of the school.

The weather turned cooler, and the streets in early winter were not as lively as in summer. It was only nine o'clock, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

Liang Yan didn't stop too much, and went straight home across the road.

His timing was unlucky, the two elevators were going up, they almost stopped at the first floor, and they went up very slowly.

With his hands in his coat pockets, Liang Yan watched the numbers on the elevator change expressionlessly.

The main door of the hall was pushed open, and a cool breeze blew to his side.

The person who came was walking in a hurry, and he couldn't hold back his breath when he spoke: "Yanyan, I'm back."

Liang Yanxiu's long eyelashes moved slightly, but her gaze didn't move, nor did she look at Wen Lang, and she hummed coldly.

Wen Lang asked for a cold nail, but he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, silently closed his mouth again, stared at Liang Yan's profile for a long time, and then came closer: "I was wrong."

Liang Yan glanced at him, then looked at the other two waiting for the elevator, but still ignored him.

The elevator finally came, Liang Yan and a few others walked into the elevator and stood up, before Wen Lang dared to stick close to him, leaning on his shoulder and standing still.

There were not many people in the elevator, and there was still a lot of space. He was too close, and the others were secretly looking at them. Liang Yan turned to look at him, and took two steps away to distance himself from him.

Liang Yan's eyes were not friendly, and Wen Lang stood still, not daring to move closer.

After getting out of the elevator and opening the door to go home, Liang Yan still ignored him.

Wen Lang followed behind him like a shadow, seeing that he was about to pour water, he immediately handed over the glass: "Yanyan, I was wrong."

Holding the water glass, Liang Yan took a sip, looked at him neither salty nor dull, and said in a gloomy tone: "What's wrong? How could you be wrong, you can't be wrong."

"Although I don't know why you are angry, it is wrong to provoke you, and I won't do it in the future."

Click, Liang Yan put the water glass on the table: "I don't even know what's wrong, so I promise it won't happen in the future? Fool me with a bad check?"

Wen Lang hastily picked up the water glass on the table again, held it and stuffed it back into his hand: "Drink some water, calm down, then tell me why you're angry, and I'll know when you tell me."

Liang Yancai refused to take the water he handed over: "You don't even know that you are the person involved, and I don't even know." After finishing speaking, he left, took two steps and turned around to warn Wen Lang: "Don't follow me."

It just so happened that Wen Lang's cell phone rang: "Ah Jue, I'm home..."

Boom!Liang Yan's bedroom door trembled for a long time.

Ah Jue heard it from the other side of the phone: "What's wrong with you? Why is it so loud?"

Wen Lang stared at the trembling door panel, and realized for a long time: "Jue, let's delete each other, and don't contact each other in the future."

It took a long time over there: "Liang Yan asked you to delete it? You give him the phone."

"No, I wanted to delete it, Yanyan didn't say anything."

Ah Jue spoke again, and his tone trembled a little: "Wen Lang, you're so fucking cruel, I like you, but you said we can't make it, so I stopped pestering you, can't I fucking like you secretly? You have to be a little bit Would you like to leave it to me?"

Wen Lang was still staring at the door of Liang Yan's bedroom: "It's all him here, you can think about it with someone else, I can't give it to you. If you hang up the phone, just delete it."

Ah Jue: "I'm not going to delete it!"

Wen Lang breathed out: "Then it's fine for me to block, it's good for everyone, and don't waste your time on me."

Wen Lang did what he said, hung up the phone, and Ah Jue's number was directly dragged into the blacklist.

Liang Yan sat on the chair, staring at the small ornaments on the computer desktop in a daze, and gradually frowned.

He also felt that his anger tonight was a bit inexplicable, and that he had gone too far with Wen Lang just now.

After a while, there was a knock on the door: "Let's talk."

Liang Yan walked to the door: "What are you talking about?"

"Open the door first." Wen Lang's tone sounded serious.

Liang Yan hesitated for a while, then opened the door a little: "Speak."

Wen Lang looked at Liang Yan quietly, and stepped closer.

Liang Yan was stunned by his eyes, and subconsciously retreated. Someone seized the opportunity, took the opportunity to walk into the bedroom, and closed the door behind his back.

Liang Yan retreated to the computer desk one after another, reaching out his hand to stop Wen Lang from approaching: "Stop! Talk if you have something to say."

Wen Lang looked down at the hand covering his chest, and continued to walk forward without stopping, his eyes were dark, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Liang Yan pressed his palm against his chest, looking at him with panicked eyes: "Wen Lang! What are you doing?"

"Are you angry because I went to the bar with Ah Jue tonight?"

Liang Yan was flustered at first, but when he heard the word Ah Jue, his anger spread again: "A Jue? It's a very friendly name, don't you know your full name?"

Wen Lang suddenly grabbed Liang Yan's hand from behind, with a slight smile in his dark eyes, he hugged him and pulled him into his arms, rubbing his nose against Liang Yan's ear, and his deep voice fell on his ear together with his breath. Pan: "Jealous, huh?"

The itching in his ears spread to the base of his neck, and he blushed uncontrollably. Liang Yan turned his head away: "I didn't."

"Yanyan, you like me." As Liang Yan turned his head, his fair neck was unreservedly exposed to someone's sight.

After lightly stroking with his fingertips, Wen Lang stopped on the shoulder socket, lowered his head and kissed Liang Yan's earlobe, and said, "Don't answer, I can find the answer myself."

Today's Wen Lang didn't let Liang Yan refuse, he controlled everything domineeringly and forcefully.

Under his attack, Liang Yan was quickly defeated. When some feelings were awakened, his flustered heartbeat couldn't suppress his reaction...

Liang Yan was lying on the bed, with the quilt tightly wrapped around his body, the water from the bathroom hit his heart, wet and confused.

His face was red and hot, although he looked out of the window, his mind was full of fragments of the picture he just left in the blur.

The sporadic warmth of Wen Lang's hair still remained between the fingers.

The water in the bathroom stopped, and soon the bedroom door was pushed open. Wen Lang wiped his hair while walking, and the warm and humid sea salt smell soon enveloped Liang Yan.

As soon as Liang Yan raised his eyelids, he met his smiling eyes, and Wen Lang kissed his blushing face: "Still shy?"

The two of them had just done something, Liang Yan couldn't help being shy, and shrank his head back under the quilt, leaving only his eyes outside, blinking and blinking, looking at Wen Lang.

Wen Lang casually put the towel on the bedside table and lifted the corner of the quilt.

Liang Yan hurriedly pressed it down with his hand: "Go back to your room and sleep."

There was a little grievance on Wen Lang's face: "I want to sleep with my boyfriend in my arms."

Regardless of his grievances, Liang Yan just grabbed the quilt firmly: "No!"

Wen Lang looked at him in disbelief, deeply hurt, pointed to one side of the bed, and questioned the heartbroken man: "That's where you called my husband just now! How can you not recognize anyone!"

Just now, Liang Yan did grab Wen Lang's hair and called him husband, but that was because he was bullied so badly, Wen Lang coaxed and tricked him and called him: "I don't deny it, I just temporarily A little uncomfortable."

Unable to get under the quilt, Wen Lang could only hug him through the quilt: "Sleeping with him just like before. I just took a cold shower and I don't do anything else."

After Wen Lang relieved Liang Yan, he looked scared and flustered, so he didn't have the heart to do anything else, so he went into the bathroom by himself and drenched in cold water for half an hour.

Liang Yan hesitated for a while: "Really?"

"Really, don't lie to you."

Liang Yan let go of his hands quietly under the quilt, Wen Lang pulled the quilt over and slipped in, clasped his waist with his big hands, pulled him into his arms, and kissed the skin of the back of Liang Yan's neck inch by inch: "Yanyan, mine. "

She slept soundly that night. The phone rang for a long time early in the morning, but Liang Yan didn't wake up.

Wen Lang reached out and touched under his pillow for a while, found the phone, and saw that it was Wen Hao's number.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the screen and placed it on his ears. He continued to put his hands under the quilt to wrap around Liang Yan's waist, and rubbed him into his arms: "Mr. Wen, morning."

Wen Hao was stunned for a moment: "Wen Lang? Where's Yanyan?"

Wen Lang rubbed the top of Liang Yan's hair, looked at the little rabbit sleeping quietly in his arms, and couldn't help but poke him on the cheek.

Wen Haoyin became sharper: "Who are you kissing!"

"My boyfriend, he hasn't woken up yet."

Wen Hao was silent for two seconds, then hung up the phone.

Wen Lang was so disturbed by his phone call that he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up to prepare breakfast.

Today is the weekend and there is no class. He will go to the base later and have nothing else to do. He is thinking about where it is better to go with Liang Yan in the afternoon.

Not long after Wen Lang got up, Liang Yan's cell phone rang again. Liang Yan leaned sleepily against the head of the bed and connected the phone.

It was from the program team. Because of the accident last time, the program team was also affected. After all, there was a fatality. Although it was a traffic accident, the higher-ups felt that their program was a safety risk during the review, and it needed to be revised and re-examined. You can continue recording.

It is said to be re-examination, but no one can say whether it will pass the review or how long it will take.

The tone of the staff over there is very low. In fact, everyone knows that even after the trial, the popularity of these programs has almost dissipated. This kind of variety show is not limited to them in China, and meal replacements are everywhere. However, this show is basically considered cool.

But the program group was pretty reliable. Even though the program was off the air, the remuneration for the recording was still transferred to Liang Yan's account.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yan leaned against the head of the bed and lost his mind. The recording of the program stopped, his income was reduced by a part, and it would be delayed for a period of time to pay off the debt.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Wen Lang walked in.

The two looked at each other, and Liang Yan looked away as if he had been burned, not daring to look at him.

Wen Lang was so thick-skinned, he walked up to him carelessly, wiped his cheek, and deliberately teased him: "Yo, it's hot."

Liang Yan avoided his hand: "Don't laugh at me."

"I didn't laugh at you, but I thought it was cute." Before Liang Yan could turn his head, Wen Lang leaned over and pecked at the place he just brushed.

In fact, Wen Lang didn't think much about it, he just couldn't help but want to kiss him, and then told him to get up for breakfast.

But as soon as he touched his face, the tip of his nose wafted the sweet smell of grandma on his body, and his hands involuntarily reached into the quilt...