When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Wei Wei glanced at the two of them, and noticed that Liang Yan's expression was wrong, he pushed the snacks and fruit on the coffee table to them: "You two, eat some fruit and wait a while, I'll go inside to prepare."

Wei Wei walked into the back room and closed the door intimately, leaving room for them to talk.

Liang Yan still looked at Wen Lang: "Why don't you let me have tattoos?"

Wen Lang comes here often and is very familiar with him. He picked up an orange and said, "I'm afraid you will hurt."

But his reason was not convincing at all, Liang Yan didn't believe it: "Don't you also feel pain?"

"I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm afraid of your pain." The fresh aroma of oranges diffused in the air, Wen Lang broke off a petal and fed it to Liang Yan: "Besides, my picture is small, and it will be fine in a while. Let's go to the movies and eat while we're done." , I heard about a restaurant that said it tastes good."

Liang Yan didn't speak, and looked at Wen Lang's expression for a moment. In fact, he had a bad guess in his heart. He thought that Wen Lang was afraid that they would break up in the future, and he would be embarrassed if he had a tattoo about him, so he didn't Let the pattern.

Wen Lang sensed that Liang Yan was not in the right mood, so he hugged and coaxed: "Hey, wait for a while, it will be fine soon."

But Liang Yan was just angry, so why don't you get any tattoos? It's so boring now, the circles of his eyes were red with anger, and he was holding back his tears: "We both have tattoos, do you think it will be embarrassing to break up in the future?"

Wen Lang looked surprised: "Where did you think! Why do we break up, we won't break up."

Liang Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were red and he didn't make a sound.

Wen Lang's heart softened after being stared at by him, and he hugged him into his arms and rubbed: "Just get a tattoo if you want, don't choose too many pictures, don't think wildly, I'm really afraid that you will hurt, I can't bear it, there is no other meaning."

Finally, under Wei Wei's suggestion, Liang Yan tattooed a small crescent moon on the left side of his lower back, which was actually half a fingerprint, left by Wen Lang pinching his lower back.

The pictures of the two are not big, and Wei Wei finished it in just over an hour.

But Wen Lang's original plan fell through. Liang Yanhou suffered from back pain and couldn't sit for a long time. In the end, the two had to go home.

Wen Lang sent him to the sofa, and hurried to the refrigerator to get an ice pack and wrap it in a towel: "Lie down, I'll help you apply ice for a while."

In fact, Liang Yan felt fine, it wasn't particularly painful. After all, the wound was small, but it was just hot: "It's okay if it's not enough, it doesn't hurt."

Wen Lang had already come over with an ice pack: "Apply it for a while to reduce the swelling."

Liang Yan lay down obediently on the sofa, while Wen Lang simply sat on the ground, lifted the hem of his clothes, and gently pasted the towel wrapped in ice packs: "It's a bit cold."

With a pillow under his chin, Liang Yan held his mobile phone and found that Wen Hao replied to his message more than an hour ago:

——Yanyan, I was at work just now, and I left my phone with my assistant, only to see your message.

——I called in the morning just to tell you something. I signed a contract for my next film yesterday. I heard from the crew that I am looking for a singer for the ending song. Newcomers also have opportunities. They have released the application requirements on the official website. I think you can Try it, the production team of this drama is quite strong.

Below is a Weibo link.

Liang Yan clicked in and saw the requirements and how to participate in the election.

The singer is required to record a cappella video and send it to the designated mailbox, and the deadline will be on the 18th.

It's the 8th now, so there's no time for it!

Go back to WeChat. Message Liang Yan to reply to Wen Hao:

——Thank you, Teacher Wen, I will work hard.

——By the way, Mr. Wen, didn't you say you were coming to Beicheng last time?Is the time set?

I thought that Wen Hao was still working and would reply to himself very late, but he replied unexpectedly:

——Not yet decided.

——Yanyan, this is a private matter, I can't get involved, but I still can't help worrying about you, so I want to ask.

Liang Yan stared at the screen and thought for a while, and basically guessed what he was going to ask, but he didn't say anything:

——Teacher Wen, what's the matter?go ahead.

There was a pause for a while, and it kept showing that the other party was typing.

After 2 minutes at the end of the month, the message was sent:

——Yanyan, are you dating Wen Lang?

Liang Yan looked at the words on the screen, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Lang who was applying ice packs for himself:

—Yes, we are in love.

There was silence again, longer than last time, so long that Liang Yan thought he would not reply to him, so the message came late:

— It might be offensive to ask, but do you really like him?Do you know him?Do you really get along well in all aspects of your personality?

Liang Yan recalled that this morning Wen Lang said that Wen Hao hung up the phone angrily when he knew about their relationship, and now he is asking himself this question, which is really abnormal.

Liang Yan stared ahead, silently analyzing in his heart, he was so concerned about the matter between himself and Wen Lang, could it be:

——Teacher Wen, do you like Wen Lang?

Wen Hao read this and almost threw his phone out:

——How could I like him?Of course not!

——I'm just asking, don't think too much, since you are already together, I wish you all the best.

Liang Yan swiped his phone and looked at his last message. He also felt that it was a bit outrageous, so he couldn't help laughing:

——Thank you, Teacher Wen, for your blessing.

Wen Hao didn't reply, but threw the phone on the dressing table in front of him, smashed it with a loud bang, and the assistant trembled in fright: "Brother Hao, what's the matter? Did you see black fans again? I'll go to inform Gao Sister shot."

Wen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and waved at him: "Let me be quiet for a while."

He was in a bad mood at work this morning, and the assistant didn't dare to provoke him, so he quickly dragged the makeup artist out.

Only Wen Hao himself was left in the dressing room, staring at him in the mirror with a dark face.

Watching and watching, he suddenly felt that he was very similar to the Chu Hanwen fan who recorded the program last time.

No wonder he didn't rush to be with Liang Yan in the last episode, and even avoided Liang Yan on purpose, so he knew about the two of them back then!

Wen Hao clenched his fists tighter and tighter, with mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't tell exactly what it was like.

But even if he was unwilling in every possible way, Liang Yan was already with Wen Lang, and no matter how much he liked it, he couldn't be a corner.

Seeing that Hao didn't reply anymore, Liang Yan put the phone aside, leaned his head on the pillow, and tugged at Wen Lang's sleeve: "Show me your hand."

Wen Lang handed his hand in front of him, the inside of his ring finger was red and swollen, Liang Yan looked a little distressed, and pulled it to his mouth to blow: "It hurts, don't just focus on me, bring an ice pack and I'll apply it for you for a while. "

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the wound surface is the soft flesh on the inside. It would be a lie to say that it doesn't hurt, but Wen Lang still likes it very much: "You blowing it is much more effective than ice packs, it doesn't hurt."

Liang Yan squeezed his palm: "Don't be poor, your fingers are swollen like carrots.

Oh, by the way, why did you go to the hospital for an ECG with this tattoo? Aren’t the curves the same? "

Wen Lang shook his uninjured index finger: "Of course it's different! I kept thinking about you when I was doing the ECG, and I also said your name silently in my heart, so this curve is the way I miss you."

Liang Yan was still listening seriously, but couldn't help laughing at the last sentence. After laughing, he pulled Wen Lang's hand a little closer, and kissed him lightly on his fingers.

His lips were a little cold, and the hot wound was pressed, and the pain was much lighter, but Wen Lang's heart beat half a beat faster.

His hand hooked Liang Yan's chin, and he leaned in and kissed it.

When the lingering is strong...

bang bang bang!The knock on the door made Liang Yan tremble.

Wen Lang subconsciously hugged him tightly, and asked in a bad tone, "Who?"

"Your mother!" Qin Bei's voice came from outside the door.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Liang Yan forgot the pain in his lower back for a moment, and tried to sit up from the sofa with his arms propped up.

The movement involved too much, and he hissed in pain.

Wen Lang immediately pushed him back: "I'll open the door, don't move."

But Liang Yan didn't listen to him, he still took the ice pack away and got up from the sofa.

Qin Bei walked in carrying a small packing box, and Liang Yan greeted her.

Qin Bei put the things on the single sofa opposite, sat directly next to him, held his hand and looked at him carefully: "Yanyan, have you lost weight again?" After asking, before Liang Yan could answer, Qin Bei Bei frowned first.

She pulled out the towel with the ice pack from under her legs: "I said why is it so cold, Wen Lang, why did you put the ice pack on the sofa!"

Wen Lang pointed at Liang Yan: "It's for Yanyan's waist."

As soon as he heard that he was applying ice to Liang Yan, Qin Bei immediately pulled him nervously to check his waist: "What's the matter, why are you applying the ice pack? It's twisted?"

Liang Yan pulled down the clothes: "Aunt Qin, I'm fine, it's just a little torn."

"Broken?" Qin Bei followed Poyin directly: "How did it break? Did you get hot in the shower?"

Liang Yan hesitated for a while, and felt that he was an adult, so there was no need to hide it, let alone if it was hot, Qin Bei would be more worried: "No, I have a small tattoo and it hasn't recovered yet."

"A small tattoo?" Qin Bei repeated in a high-pitched voice, then turned her head suddenly, and threw a pillow on Wen Lang's body.

Wen Lang was beaten for no reason, he grabbed the pillow and threw it aside: "Why did you suddenly hit me?"

Qin Bei was puzzled for a while, and wanted to rush over to pinch someone, but was stopped by Liang Yan: "Aunt Qin, I want to get the tattoo myself."

"That's what I learned from him too. Wen Lang watched me go back and tell your dad that you taught Xiao Yan badly." The elder always looked at tattoos with colored glasses.

Wen Lang was not afraid at all: "Tell me, I have tattoos too." After speaking, he put his hand in front of Qin Bei: "Look."

Qin Bei was so angry that his hands shook, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him to the kitchen: "Return to me, see I chopped off your fingers."

To Wen Lang, this was nothing more than a small fight, and he was used to it.

When I was a child, I sneaked out to play, and if I was caught, my legs would be broken, and I would eat too many snacks and skip meals. Qin Bei would definitely say that I would sew his mouth.

Wen Lang slowly followed her into the kitchen, and Liang Yan followed her worriedly.

He also knew that Qin Bei was just scaring people, he was worried that Qin Bei would pinch Wen Lang's fingers: "Aunt Qin, be careful, don't touch his wound."

Qin Bei was still angry: "You deserve it if you get a wound, but you still care about him."

Wen Lang snorted: "He is my partner, of course he cares about me."