When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Qin Bei didn't get over it for a while: "What's wrong with him being your partner? He's your partner..." Halfway through speaking, Qin Bei suddenly stopped: "Really?"

Wen Lang took Liang Yan's hand: "Of course it's true."

Qin Bei's irascible old mother mode instantly switched to a loving mother and son filial piety mode, with a loving face, and the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed.

Pulling Wen Lang back to the living room, he gave him careful instructions and hidden warnings.

Finally, he took Liang Yan's arm: "Yanyan, if he dares to make you angry in the future, you can tell me and your Uncle Wen, and see how we can deal with him!"

If someone else said this, it might just be polite and beautiful words, but Liang Yan knew that Qin Bei would not, she was sincere and cared about herself from the bottom of her heart: "Aunt Qin, I get along very well with Wen Lang, and he takes good care of me. I."

Liang Yan is telling the truth. Compared with before, Wen Lang has changed a lot. If he is still as annoying as when he was a child, Liang Yan will not agree to fall in love with him if he will be mad at him all day long.

Qin Bei gave a lot of instructions, and before leaving, she forced a card to Liang Yan, saying it was a meeting gift.

Qin Bei left Wen Lang's place and didn't go home, but went directly to the cemetery.

The wound on Liang Yan's waist did not hurt after three days of healing. As soon as the wound healed, he immediately contacted a recording studio. According to the requirements of the crew to participate in the election, he recorded a cappella video and sent it to the designated mailbox. The next step is to wait for a reply.

The reality show was suspended, and he was relatively relaxed. Although he had to broadcast live every night and go to Drunk Show on weekends, he didn't need to take a long vacation, and the course was much easier.

During this time, Wen Lang was so busy that he expanded the project and established a media company.

Life is full, time flies, and it is Christmas in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Yi had been notified long ago that the boss of the store would come during the Christmas event, and everyone cheered up.

Every time Liang Yan plays at home, he can make a wave of drunkenness, and this time is no exception.

His performance, which was supposed to end at 12 o'clock midnight, was delayed until two o'clock in the morning.

When he got off the stage, he was too tired to talk, and collapsed on the sofa in the lounge, waiting for Wen Lang to come to him.

Today Wen Lang brought employees from the club and the media company to join him.

Liang Yan leaned his head on the sofa and closed his eyes. When he heard the door of the lounge being pushed open, he thought it was Wen Lang, and leaned lazily without looking back: "Brother, you have greeted them, can you go?"

The footsteps gradually approached, but there was no answer to his words.

Liang Yan felt that the person who came was a bit abnormal, and opened his eyes to meet a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The person who came was not Wen Lang at all, but Yan Shao.

In any case, Liang Yan never expected to meet him here. While surprised, he also felt defensive in his heart, and immediately sat up straight to show a guarded posture: "Mr. Yan, this is the lounge, non-staff employees of the store are not allowed to enter."

The ambiguous smile on Yan Shao's face deepened, completely ignoring his warning, and directly bent over and sat beside him: "You still don't know? This shop is mine now."

The expression on Liang Yan's face froze for a moment, and his vigilance increased. He had never heard anyone mention that the owner of this bar was Yan Shao.

Seeing his doubts, Yan Shao explained: "It is true that I was not the boss at the beginning, but not long ago... I tried a few tricks, and the boss took the initiative to transfer this store to me." He kept his eyes on the shop while talking. On Liang Yan's body, there was an intriguing gaze, which made people feel uncomfortable and felt chills down their backs.

Liang Yan didn't want to stay alone with him anymore: "Boss Yan's time is very late, you can rest here, my boyfriend is still waiting for me outside, I'm leaving first."

The name boyfriend touched Yan Shao's mold, and the creepy smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a mockery: "I haven't finished talking, why are you leaving, besides, Wen Lang may not be able to get out now, when I come in Seeing that he was arguing with other guests, he would not be able to finish it for a while.

So, you'd better sit down and chat with me obediently. "After speaking, he spread his palms towards Liang Yan, and he held a key in his hand: "The door of the lounge is locked, and the key is with me. "

Liang Yan got up from the sofa and walked towards the door. He pressed the door handle hard and found that it was really locked.

Seeing his panicked look, Yan Shao smiled again: "Cutie, don't be afraid, I like you, I won't force you, I just want to chat with you, come and sit down."

Liang Yan turned around and leaned against the door. He didn't approach, and was on guard: "Mr. Yan, it's late, it's not suitable for chatting, I have to go."

"Hush!" Yan Shao frowned to signal him to shut up: "Don't say go, it's a disappointment."

Yan Shao shook the key in his hand: "Answer my question, and you can leave."

Liang Yan put the phone behind his back and unlocked it secretly: "What's the problem?"

Yan Shao stared at him up and down for a while, with a bit of sarcasm: "Are you in love with Wen Lang? Do you feel moved by someone you've known since childhood? Don't you get tired of watching him for so many years?"

His arrogant and unreasonable appearance made him clenched his fists: "Mr. Yan, this is my private matter."

The smile on Yan Shao's face froze for a moment, he shook the key in his hand, got up suddenly, and walked towards him: "Make an offer? Whatever you want, follow me."

Liang Yan has never been so speechless: "..." I bought a bag last year, it is super durable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Shao thought that his conditions had seduced him: "Don't worry, I will give you what he can give, even more than he can give."

Liang Yan looked at Yan Shao who was approaching step by step. There was a door panel behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

In terms of stature, Liang Yan knew very well that he couldn't beat him, and that he must be the one who would suffer if he started, so he patiently reasoned with him: "Mr. , can’t be forced, we are really not suitable, not suitable at all, please don’t embarrass me again.”

The sarcasm in Yan Shao's eyes was even worse: "Is it because you are in love with Wen Lang because you are suitable for him? Isn't it also because of money? He pays your debts for you, and you sell yourself to him."

Liang Yan suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan Shao, his cold eyes surprised Yan Shao, it was the first time he saw Liang Yan like this: "He paid my debts for me? How do you know?"

"It's okay to tell you the truth. I went to your creditors and wanted to transfer the debt to my name, but I was a step too late. They said that Wen Lang paid it off for you."

Yan Shaoqiang buys drunkenness, and also wants to get Liang Yan's debts into his own name. He wants to use these two points to hold Liang Yan in his hands.

"Open the door." Liang Yan's eyes were full of evil spirits.

Yan Shao had never seen an angry Liang Yan before, so he felt very motivated: "Are you in a hurry? If you don't give me an answer today, don't even think about leaving this room."

Liang Yan originally leaned close to the door to avoid him, but at this moment, anger welled up in his heart, he pulled the chair by his hand, raised his hands vigorously, and slammed on the door lock hard.

The door lock was smashed crookedly, Yan Shao opened his eyes wide and looked at Liang Yan in disbelief.

Liang Yan smashed it several times, and the doorknob and the lock fell to the ground. Liang Yan casually threw the deformed chair at Yan Shao's feet: "Mr. Yan, I will submit my resignation to Manager Zhou tomorrow."

"Resign? Liang Yan, do you think of me too kindly? I don't agree, you will never leave Zuixin."

Yan Shao's vicious threat did not scare Liang Yan: "Mr. Yan, I recorded everything you just said to me."

Yan Shao's domineering expression retreated instantly: "Liang Yan, I advise you not to make things too ugly!"

"Whether things will turn ugly in the end depends on your attitude, Mr. Yan." Not wanting to waste any more time with him, Liang Yan pushed the door open.

Before he had gone far, he ran into Wen Lang who was in a hurry. As soon as he met, Wen Lang sensed that Liang Yan was not in the right mood, and went to hold his hand: "Yanyan, I..."

"go home."

Liang Yan's tone was quite calm, but Wen Lang still felt chills down his spine. Based on his years of understanding of him, Wen Lang felt that he had committed a serious crime.

He was on tenterhooks, secretly observing Liang Yan's expression all the way, the more he watched, the colder his heart became.

Back home, Liang Yan changed into his slippers, sat upright on the sofa, and waved to Wen Lang: "Brother, let's chat for a while."

Wen Lang's hands froze while changing shoes: "Yanyan, why are you gritting your teeth while chatting?"

Liang Yan squinted his eyes at him, and clenched his teeth tighter: "Come here, I'll tell you."

Wen Lang didn't know what to do, and tentatively sat next to Liang Yan: "Because I went backstage late, are you angry?"

Liang Yan just turned to stare at him, without answering his words.

His cold eyes stared at Wen Lang's hair: "Isn't it because of this? Is that because of my drinking? I will definitely pay attention in the future and try to drink as little as possible."

Liang Yan's eyes stopped on his face, his eyes caught his eyes, and he asked without going to the village or shop: "Wen Lang, when did you pay off the debt for me?"

Geek!

Suddenly, Wen Lang felt as if a string had been broken in his heart, and his eyes that were looking at Liang Yan just now dropped: "Uh... Yanyan, listen to my explanation."

"Well, I hear your sophistry."

"..." Wen Lang choked for a moment: "It's not a sophistry, it's an explanation. In fact, it's been a long time since the money was paid. I paid it off before you moved here."

Only then did Liang Yan suddenly understand why none of those uncles called him to collect debts since he was discharged from the hospital.

"Why keep hiding it from me?" Liang Yan felt that if he didn't know the truth from Yan Shao today, he would still keep hiding it from himself.

"It's not that you've been hiding it all the time. You were too emotionally sensitive before." After speaking, he glanced at Liang Yan, imitating his usual angry tone: "Don't pity me, you don't need to pity me, I can solve it myself."

Liang Yan frowned and punched him on the shoulder: "You hate me to death, I didn't learn from you."

Wen Lang suppressed his desire to perform: "I want to find a suitable opportunity to tell you again, not to keep it a secret."

Wen Lang, who should confess, has confessed, and the next initiative is in Liang Yan's hands...

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