When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan immediately grabbed Wen Lang's restless hand: "Don't make trouble, Wen Lang."

Wen Lang locked him under his body, buried his head in his neck, and lightly rubbed Liang Yan's beautiful collarbone with the tip of his teeth: "What do you call me? Huh?"

Liang Yan, who was called last night, can't say anything now, but he is quiet and gentle and doesn't spare him. He has reached under the skirt of his shirt and is pinching the soft flesh on his waist, coaxing him in a hoarse voice. : "Call again, I want to hear."

Liang Yan was so worn out that his heart trembled, but he was too embarrassed to say those two words, and held back for a long time: "Brother...can I call you brother?"

The person buried in the neck stopped moving, and the hand pinching his waist became even stronger. After a while, Wen Lang suddenly raised his head, his eyes were filled with emotion, and before he had time to say anything, all the words were blocked between his lips and teeth...

Liang Yan's cell phone buzzed on the bedside table for a while before Wen Lang released him. It was Zhou Yi's call: "Xiao Yan, are you free later?"

Today is the weekend, and he has no plans during the day: "Manager Zhou, I have time, what's the matter?

"That's great, come to the store and I'll show you something."

Anyway, the store is not far away, it's only a few minutes' walk downstairs, Liang Yan readily agreed.

Just after hanging up the phone, Wen Lang said: "I forgot to tell you just now, Wen Hao also called you in the morning, and you haven't woken up yet, so I answered."

Liang Yan clicked on the call log, Wen Hao did have a very short call log: "Did he say something?"

Wen Lang smoothed the two messy hairs on the top of his head, "It sounds like I answered the phone, but he just hung up in anger."

His hair was pulled to cover his eyes, Liang Yan directly pushed his bangs back: "What did you say?" Based on his understanding of Wen Lang, he must have said something.

"I didn't say anything, I just showed off my new status as your boyfriend to him."

Liang Yan was a little surprised: "You only said this? He got angry?"

"Well, that's all."

"Then maybe he's in a hurry." Liang Yan found Wen Hao's WeChat, and sent a message to ask if he had something to do when he called in the morning.

Wen Lang's eyes flickered without a trace, and he didn't continue the topic. Since Liang Yan didn't notice Wen Hao's thoughts, Wen Lang naturally wouldn't tell the truth, it's best not to know.

Liang Yan's mobile phone rang a message notification, and he didn't shy away from Wen Lang, so he directly turned on the mobile phone, but it was not Wen Hao's reply, but the bank account information, and the total reward for recording two episodes was 90.

Wen Lang only glanced at it, didn't ask any more questions, and patted him on the back: "Eat, it will be cold later."

After breakfast, Wen Lang went to the base, and Liang Yan also changed his clothes and went out.

The hot and lively drunkenness at night is completely different from that during the day, giving people the illusion of going out of business.

Liang Yan was not familiar with the eldest brother who was watching the scene during the day, so Zhou Yi came to pick him up in person.

As soon as he entered his office, Liang Yan was attracted by the doll on his sofa.

He recognized it at a glance, it was a Q-version portrait drawn by fans, and Zhou Yi ordered it into a humanoid doll.

Liang Yan picked up one and looked at it carefully. The workmanship was very fine. He added two cute rabbit ears to the Q portrait. The doll made the ears into a small hat, which was still detachable.

Zhou Yi was beside him, and also picked up one: "How is it? Isn't it cute?"

Liang Yan remembered that Zhou Yi mentioned to him about making a Q-version doll more than ten days ago, but he didn't ask in detail when he was recording a program. He didn't expect him to move so fast, and he had already done it: "It's very beautiful, make it It's also exquisite."

Seeing that he was satisfied, Zhou Yi felt relieved: "As long as you like it, I will call the studio right away and ask them to do more according to this standard."

"In preparation for Christmas?"

The Christmas event has been prepared for a long time. I heard that the big boss of the store will come this time, so Zhou Yi pays special attention to it.

During the three days of activities, Liang Yan will be on the stage for the three-day carnival night.

Zhou Yi is full of expectations for this event: "Yes, we have to seize this opportunity to build momentum. It is best to upgrade it to an online and popular check-in shop. In this way, even if there is a big winter vacation, it will not affect our business."

Liang Yan never participated in the management of the bar. Even though Zhou Yi would ask for his opinion during the bar's reward activities, he never participated in the discussion.

Liang Yan was very clear about his position. He was just a resident singer in the store. After all, a businessman was after profit, so he didn't want to be tied too tightly.

Zhou Yi tentatively chatted for a few words, and seeing that Liang Yan didn't talk to him, he didn't bother himself anymore: "My general thoughts are roughly these, Xiao Yan, take good care of your body, especially your throat during this time."

"Well, I know that Manager Zhou will not delay the business."

Zhou Yi glanced at his wristwatch: "Then let's stop here today. I stayed up all night last night to catch up on some sleep."

Liang Yan touched the doll's rabbit ears again, the soft and sticky feel was really nice.

Zhou Yi saw that he liked it: "Take two back."

Liang Yan was a little surprised: "Really? Can I take it away?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, you can take it all away."

Of course, Liang Yan wouldn't take all of them away. He picked out Xiao Liang Yan who was wearing overalls and a hat with rabbit ears, and happily carried him home.

The more he looked at the two dolls, the more he liked them, so he put them on the bedside, took a photo and sent it to Wen Lang to show off.

Wen Lang replied soon:

——Our son?

Liang Yanlai was very happy, seeing his reply, his face suddenly collapsed:

——What look in your eyes?

Wen Lang: ——I feel a bit like you.

Liang Yan's picture: Get lost, I don't want you jpg.

Wen Lang called, but he didn't understand which sentence he said wrong: "Isn't it our son? He really looks like you."

If he was by his side, Liang Yan would give him two high and low slaps: "This is me! That's me! It's the Q-version doll ordered in the store!"

The phone stopped for two seconds, and Wen Lang's laughter came over: "Sorry, sorry, I read it wrong."

Liang Yan didn't want to talk to him: "There is no tacit understanding at all, let's hang up."

"Don't, don't! I'm done with the base, go back and pick you up, and then do things!"

Hearing his serious tone, Liang Yan didn't hang up the phone in a hurry: "Where are you going?"

"When I pick you up, you'll know when I go."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yan checked the comments on the platform for a while, and after about an hour, Wen Lang informed him to go downstairs.

As soon as he got in the car, Liang Yan saw the word 'Central Hospital' printed on the passenger bag, and immediately became nervous: "Did you go to the hospital just now? What's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

Wen Lang pecked him on the lips while pulling the seat belt for him: "I'm fine, I just went to the hospital to have an electrocardiogram, it will be useful later."

"Why use it?"

Just as Wen Lang was about to speak, his cell phone rang. Wen Lang was driving and motioned for Liang Yan to press the speakerphone.

"Wen Lang, where have you been?" The male voice was clear and gentle, sounding young.

"Right away, 10 minutes."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The other end didn't say much, and hung up directly.

The call was too brief, and Liang Yan didn't know where the destination was, so he asked again patiently: "Are you going to your friend's house?"

"In the shop, the tattoo shop, ask him to make a picture."

Liang Yan turned to stare at him: "You want a tattoo? Uncle Wen and Aunt Qin knew they would beat you to death, the kind of mixed doubles."

Wen Lang laughed softly, and looked at him slyly for a while: "The place where I want to get the tattoo is very private, and no one else can see it. If my parents find out, you must be the one who told me the secret."

Private, can't be seen by others?Liang Yan's eyes subconsciously moved down a few inches, and then retracted them with a whoosh, his ears a little hot: "Why do you suddenly want to get a tattoo?"

Wen Lang stared at the road ahead, and didn't turn his head to look at him until the red light. His eyes were extremely gentle: "I want to leave a mark about you on my heart and body."

Liang Yan also looked at him deeply, didn't speak, but shook Wen Lang's hand vigorously.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Lang's car stopped in a downtown area. This road is located in the center of the new urban area, where trendy people gather.

Liang Yan took him into a shopping mall and took the elevator up to the 12th floor.

There are mostly beauty salons on this floor, and the innermost one is their final destination today.

The decoration of this tattoo shop is different from the ones Liang Yan has seen in the past. The windows and doors that he saw when he passed by in the past were all covered with tattoo pictures, which was cool and cold, even a little scary.

But this one looks more like a teahouse from the outside, with an antique decoration style and a word 'bird' on the door.

Seeing Wen Lang stop here, Liang Yan was afraid that he would make a mistake: "Are you sure this is a tattoo shop?"

Wen Lang put his shoulders on his shoulders, pushed the door open and walked in: "This is Wei Zhe's brother's shop, I've been here many times."

The wooden door creaked and closed, and the young lady at the front desk immediately raised her head from behind the bar, and greeted Wen Lang familiarly: "Brother Lang is here, this is..." Her eyes fell on Wen Lang's hand, obviously heartbroken. Knowing Liang Yan's identity, he intends to let Wen Lang introduce him.

Wen Lang squeezed Liang Yan's shoulder: "My boyfriend." After speaking, he introduced the young lady like Liang Yan: "Wei Ning, Wei Wei's sister."

His introductory words made Wei Ning laugh out loud: "His sister, his sister, sounds like a curse! You two go in quickly, my brother came to ask you just now."

Wen Lang took Liang Yan to find Wei Wei's studio with ease, knocked on the door, and pushed the door open without waiting for a reply.

The room was scented with incense, and a man stood in front of the window looking down in a refined manner. He was tall and straight, wearing a well-fitting trousers and white shirt. When he heard footsteps, he turned his head and looked towards the door.

Although he already knew that this tattoo parlor was different from other ones, Liang Yan was still very surprised when he saw the boss. His bookish literati demeanor was too inconsistent with his profession.

Wei Wei greeted him politely, shook hands and said hello. After a few words of greeting, he went straight to the point: "Did you bring the pictures of both of you? Have you decided on the location?"

Wen Lang handed him the ECG list: "Mine, I want to get a tattoo on the inside of my ring finger."

Wei Wei nodded, took the picture that Wen Lang handed over, and twitched it with his fingertips, a little surprised: "Where's your boyfriend's?"

Before Liang Yan could make a sound, Wen Lang said first, "He doesn't get tattoos, I'll get tattoos myself."

Wei Wei raised his eyes from the picture and looked at Wen Lang.

Liang Yan also turned to look at him, his eyebrows were already raised...