Lan Ting just wanted to scare Wen Ai, and didn't really intend to take a mandarin duck bath, but when Wen Ai mercilessly sprayed the bathroom with the shower, he still felt a little regretful in his heart.
Wen Ai came out of the shower, and Lan Ting was standing at the door of the room talking to someone. Wen Ai wiped his hair and sat on the mattress. After Lan Ting closed the door, he asked casually, "Who is it?"
"It's An Li." Lan Ting raised the plastic bag in his hand, "I asked her to send something over."
The heating in the room is very good, Wen Ai only dried his frizzy hair there after drying it halfway, leaning on the bedside to watch TV, but he couldn't find the program he wanted, holding the remote control to turn two hundred After clicking the channel over and over again, I stopped at the children's channel to watch "SpongeBob SquarePants".
Wen Ai was so fascinated that he didn't even notice that Lan Ting came out of the bathroom. He didn't turn his head slowly until a box of pure milk was stuck on the tip of his nose.
"Kids must have a box of milk every day." Lan Ting inserted the straw and handed it to him, "Drink it, it's scalded for you."
"This is what you asked An Li to give you just now?" Wen Ai took two sips of milk, and suddenly remembered that this room didn't have a kitchen, so he asked suspiciously, "What did you use to heat it?"
Lan Ting: "I put it in the bathtub while taking a bath."
Wen Ai immediately vomited milk: "Isn't that the bath water! You used the bath water to warm me up?"
Lan Ting squeezed the neckline of the bathrobe: "It's separated by the milk carton, and the bath water can't get in."
"It's disgusting to think about it!" Wen Ai threw the milk into the trash can with disgust, "I don't drink it."
Lan Ting caught it quickly, sat down on the bed with a smile, and put the straw into Wen Ai's mouth: "Just kidding, I took a plastic bag of hot water and put it in the bag to heat it up."
Wen Ai sucked the sweet milk, murmured to express dissatisfaction, and reached out to pinch Lan Ting's waist.
Lan Ting not only didn't hide, but even came up to meet him, wrapping his arm around Wen Ai's waist with the hand that didn't hold the milk box: "Next time, I'll replace it with a milk bottle."
How cute that would be to feed.
After "SpongeBob SquarePants" was finished, the Children's Channel began to show some small trains. Wen Ai watched it for a while, and said happily, "Thomas? This train has a foreign name!"
Lan Ting was memorizing tomorrow's lines, so he took the time to say, "It was originally a European and American cartoon."
"You're picking on me again!" Wen Ai turned over and sat on Lan Ting's lap, retorting: "The Teletubbies are also from Europe and the United States, why are they called Lala Xiaobo!"
Lan Ting pawed him forward: "The green one is still called Dixie, how do you explain it?"
Wen Ai couldn't talk to him, and accused him indiscriminately: "You are making too much sense!"
Lan Ting let out a sound, then paved him a little further, straightened up, crotch to crotch, chest to chest: "Isn't it just because you are young?"
Wen Ai blushed a little from his scorching body, hummed weakly, and tried to back away while supporting his shoulders. Lan Ting held onto his back and refused to let go, but stuck closer to him instead.
Wen Ai was sitting on Lan Ting's lap with his legs wide open at the moment, his posture was extremely indecent, and the scene was extremely erotic.
"Let me go..." Wen Ai twisted dishonestly, rubbing his crotch up and down, which stimulated Lan Ting, and then pressed his own chest.
Wen Ai felt it was difficult to breathe, she raised her head and wanted to stare at Lan Ting, but when she met his deep eyes, she clearly saw the desire rising from his eyes.
Lan Ting's eyes fell on Wen Ai's lips, and he tilted his head slightly, as if he was about to kiss her.
With the two of them as the center, the ambiguous atmosphere spread in all directions, quickly filling the entire room. It's a pity that a burst of cheerful ringtones broke all the charm, Lan Ting let go of Wen Ai as if waking up from a dream, Wen Ai hurriedly got out of bed, and when he answered the phone, his voice was still a little trembling.
The call was from Xiang Ning. She was abroad, and she made an international long-distance inspection every day. She was afraid that Wen Ai would be disobedient and do something to aggravate her condition. Dropped the phone: "Then you go to bed early, mom will be back in five days at most."
Returning to the bedroom from the balcony, Wen Ai didn't say anything and didn't look at Lan Ting, she lay down on the bed silently, Lan Ting also seemed to be concentrating on memorizing his lines, neither of them obviously wanted to mention what happened just now. But if you don't mention it on the surface, what you think in your mind depends entirely on the individual.
Lan Ting was rather annoyed, as in the situation just now, if he really kissed and stuck out his tongue, he might not be able to control it, the child is not yet an adult, and his health is not good, so he will definitely not be able to withstand the ordeal. Lan Ting now has a feeling of fear of reining in the precipice, which disturbs him so much that he doesn't read a line.
Wen Ai was mainly ashamed, clutching the corner of the quilt with his small hands, and tightening his grip, there was something hard against him just now.
Wen Ai couldn't fall asleep, so he simply played with his phone, opened QQ, and a bunch of "ding ding" sounds popped out.
Lan Ting leaned over curiously: "There are so many messages, who sent them to you?"
Lan Ting was sitting, Wen Ai was lying on his side with his back facing him, and he could see the content on the screen just by lowering his head. Wen Ai didn't even have time to cover it, so he was surprised first: "Global fan club? Is this my fan group?"
Wen Ai immediately snapped the screen away, making a final struggle: "It's not yours."
Lan Ting took the time to ask: "Whose is that?"
Wen Ai babbled nonsense: "Kobe."
Lan Ting smiled, turned off the lights and went to sleep, hugged Wen Ai from behind, and whispered in his ear: "I also like basketball, let's lie down and talk?"
Wen Ai recognized her love very quickly, turned over, her hands, feet and limbs were all wrapped around Lan Ting's body, and said depressedly: "I don't know basketball, I joined the group because I want to understand Lan Ting."
Lan Ting put his hands under Wen Ai's neck, so that he could lean on himself intimately: "I'm right here, open, and you are welcome to explore anytime."
Wen Ai fell asleep amidst the sweet talk, probably pink in her dreams tonight. Lan Ting tucked the quilt up for him, saw that his phone was still on, picked it up and wanted to turn it off, and accidentally saw the conversation of fans.
[Finally finished homework! Speaking of which, why hasn't Reuters of the Dragon Race come out yet? What are the entertainment journalists doing!]
[Just started the machine for a day...]
[This movie has great potential, my idol is going to be popular!]
[Hey, I don't know what the male god is doing now.]
Lan Ting thought for a while, and replied from Wen Ai's perspective: [Beside me, just about to hug me to sleep.]
The administrator quickly appeared: [This is the official support group, we do not accept any nympho YY! Don't look at the group rules and send you a plane ticket.]
Just like that, Wen Ai's trumpet was kicked again.
Wen Ai stayed with Lan Ting on the set for a few days, and even played a small guest role at the director's invitation, and then rushed home without stopping, trying to pretend to be cute before Xiang Ning returned to China.
It has been a while since the last time he fell ill, and Wen Ai's condition has been relatively stable recently, and he returned to school on leave. He is only in the first year of high school, and the pressure of studying is not too great. He holds his mobile phone and chats with Lan Ting on WeChat between classes. Lan Ting figured out his routine, and took out his phone every time get out of class was over, and if he couldn't get away while filming, he had to find a time to call back afterwards.
Although Lan Ting only played the male number three in the movie, his role runs through the whole play, and he followed the whole filming process, until the whole group was finished, and finally dragged the suitcase back home.
The brokerage company arranged a new residence for him, an exquisite apartment in a prosperous area, with a beautiful environment and harmonious neighbors. With a lot of experience and insights gained during filming, Lan Ting bid farewell to the dilapidated rental house and started a new life.
Lan Ting's new home is very close to Wen Ai's school, just across the road, and he can still hear radio gymnastics music while standing on the balcony.
Knowing that it was arranged by his uncle, Wen Ai was so happy that he thanked his uncle for half an hour, until his ass was swollen.
After school at noon, Wen Ai walked in the opposite direction of the crowd flocking to the cafeteria, walking briskly towards the school gate. The phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, it was a call from Lan Ting.
Wen Ai swiped to answer: "get out of class is over, I'll be back in five minutes, you wait for me obediently after setting up the dishes."
Lan Ting's low smile came from the other end: "Look, I'm proud of you. I came out and bought a tofu curd. Now I'm at the school gate. You can see me in thirty seconds after you walk."
We will meet each other tomorrow, obviously it is only five minutes and thirty seconds, but Wen Ai is still so happy that he is about to jump up, he can't help speeding up his pace, and in the end he almost trots out.
"It only took twenty-three seconds!" Wen Ai stood in front of Lan Ting, panting slightly, "I counted it!"
"Who told you to run." Lan Ting frowned with his eyebrows exposed outside the mask, and patted him on the back, "Is your heart uncomfortable? You child, how many times do you need to say it before you remember to pay attention."
Wen Ai smiled at him: "It's not uncomfortable, let's go home."
Lan Ting led him across the road, walked slowly into the community, and continued to teach: "You said why are you in a hurry, I will wait there, I will wait no matter how slow you are, and I can't run."
Wen Aili said bluntly: "I just thought you were waiting for me, so I wanted to hurry up. I didn't even notice that I was running."
Lan Ting didn't speak, and endured until he entered the house, and kissed Wen Ai in his arms, making her face turn red, which shows how hard and intense she was.
Lan Ting whispered softly: "Baby."
"Huh?" Wen Ai just wanted to make sure that Douhua was still alive, and glanced at Lan Ting's hand, "Where is Douhua?"
"Don't worry, it's not broken." Lan Ting took out a bag of intact bean curd from behind, slipped his hand around Wen Ai's waist and patted his buttocks, "Wash your hands and eat, I'll get you some seasoning to dip in. "
There were already three dishes and one soup on the dinner table, plus a dish of bean curd, enough for the two of them to eat. Wen Ai likes Lan Ting's cooking, and has never gotten tired of eating it for several lifetimes. Lan Ting has also put in enough thought to make sure the nutrition is balanced and light. The most important thing is that it must be delicious, so that the picky ancestors will be willing to open their mouths.
After eating, Lan Ting cleared up the table, took a few oil bowls into the kitchen, Wen Ai rubbed his stomach, and followed him in, sticky hugging Lan Ting from behind, without saying a word, just hugging like this, using it from time to time She rubbed her head against him twice, coquettishly.
Lan Ting quickly washed the dishes: "Go to sleep, don't sleep at noon, collapse in the afternoon."
"Together." Wen Ai looked at the sink covered with foam, "With a dishwasher, you don't have to be so tired."
Lan Ting: "No need, the two of us don't need a few bowls for a meal."
Wen Ai said: "But I have already bought it, and it will arrive tomorrow."
Lan Ting was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Only at this time can I truly feel that I am being taken care of by you."
After taking a nap for a while, Wen Ai was picked up from the bed by Lan Ting, cleaned up her appearance, and crossed the road to go back to school.
Lan Ting sent him to the school gate: "Go ahead, I'll make you hibiscus custard tomorrow."
"Well, see you tomorrow." Wen Ai took a few steps forward, then turned back, and while there was no one around when class was approaching, she pulled down Lan Ting's mask a little, and dabbed some water on his lips.