Wen Ai was in a hurry, pinching the phone tightly: "You are still having fun! You are very happy!"
"I'm happy because of you." Lan Ting's voice was full of smiles, "Because of you little jealousy."
"I'm jealous." Wen Xiaoqiutan admitted his identity aboveboard, "Let me tell you, I don't feel well anywhere now, if you laugh at me again, I will, I will hack you online! See you on the forum!"
Lan Ting asked calmly, "Why are you blackmailing me?"
Wen Xiaotan: "Hack your promiscuity!"
"Okay." The smile on Lan Ting's lips continued to expand: "I'll provide you with some video data."
Wechat rang, Wen Ai took down his phone and took a look. Lan Ting sent him a photo, which was probably taken secretly while he was taking a nap. In the photo, he was lying on his back on the bed, and Lan Ting was propped on top of him, pressing kiss him face to face. His face was flushed and his hair was disheveled. He closed his eyes and accepted Lan Ting's kiss obediently. If you just look at the pictures and write a composition, you may not know what content to write about the Eighteen Prohibitions.
Facing the photo, Wen Ai's brain automatically wrote a short composition, making himself ashamed to write. He put the phone to his ear again and asked, "What else did you take without telling me?"
"It's a lot, but I won't give it to you." Lan Ting sincerely suggested, "Just post this on the forum, saying that I'm gay, hooked up with a minor, and made a boyfriend."
Wen Ai choked with him: "Don't think I'm afraid, I've already thought up the title, and I'll call it 'The Hottest Little Fresh Meat's Best Bed Photos'!"
The headline was so explosive that Lan Ting laughed so hard that he couldn't speak coherently: "Alright, alright, go, I'll hire a sailor to post it for you."
Of course, Wen Ai couldn't really go to post a post, after thinking about it, he felt that he had to ask his uncle for advice on the kissing scene.
Xiang Shu had just come back from a business trip and was catching up on sleep. After being woken up by Wen Ai, he listened to him talk about the situation in a daze, and replied: "Hey, that's it, go talk to the crew and give me a sponsorship fee, what? It’s easy to talk about the problems, and I’ll help you deal with them when uncle wakes up.”
Wen Ai rejected his kindness, thanked him and hung up the phone. Lan Ting was raised by him, how could he ask his uncle to pay for it
There is only one bank card in Wen Ai's wallet, which is shiny gold and is Xiang Ning's secondary card. He directly withdrew the money from it, and threw a large amount of money to the crew, and the director immediately asked the screenwriter to change Lan Ting's kiss scene.
After the matter was settled, Wen Ai made a special call to Lan Ting, proudly showing off: "I pinched your kiss scene!"
"Applause." Lan Ting held the phone in his left hand, and patted his left wrist with his right hand, "Baby is really capable, come, I'll give you the kiss next week."
He pointed at the phone hole of the phone and simulated the sound of a kiss. Wen Ai's ears felt crisp when he heard it, as if he had been kissed by Lan Ting: "You don't even want to give your first kiss on screen in this life. You can't make intimate scenes."
"You're so possessive." Lan Ting laughed, "What if you meet a director who doesn't want to change the play?"
Wen Ai recalled his uncle's experience, and replied: "You can find a substitute, don't you have a kiss substitute?"
"Okay." Lan Ting readily agreed, "In the future, you will replace me, and I will only do sex scenes with you."
What he said was quite serious, but the content was somewhat colorful, Wen Ai was so teased by him that he couldn't speak, so he just hummed.
Lan Ting knew that he was embarrassed, so he didn't continue to tease him: "I won't go back this week, the crew is going to catch up with the schedule, and we will wrap it up next week."
Wen Ai replied in disappointment.
There are only two episodes left in the first season of "S-Files", and the whole crew worked overtime to complete the final filming, which was successfully completed. They used to meet once a week, but this time they didn't see each other for two weeks. Both of them missed each other very much, so Wen Ai simply went to the airport to pick him up.
Lan Ting came out of the exit wearing a mask and sunglasses, and saw a cute child jumping in front of him, so he pretended to ask: "Is there something wrong?"
Wen Ai took out a small notebook and a pen from her bag: "I'm your fan, sign it for me."
"Yes." Lan Tingguang agreed but didn't pick up the pen and paper, pulled Wen Ai into the toilet, closed the compartment door, took off the mask with a little eagerness, clasped the back of Wen Ai's head and kissed it, and then went down to the ground again Pecking his cheek, whispered, "I'll sign a few more for you."
Wen Ai pushed his waist: "Whoever wants such an autograph cannot keep it for a long time."
Lan Ting held his face and smiled: "According to your standards, my mouth has to stick to your face all the time."
The two went back to Lan Ting's house together. They hadn't seen each other for so long, and they were bored all afternoon. They hugged each other on the sofa, played and kissed each other when they thought of it, and watched TV to refresh themselves when they were tired. After dinner, Wen Ai still didn't want to leave, so she kept slipping into Lan Ting's arms: "I want to sleep here, you hug me to sleep."
"Don't move." Lan Ting was so angry that he rubbed his stomach, "I dare not sleep with you."
If I get rubbed on the bed by you and something shouldn't happen, the police uncle will have to come and take me away tomorrow.
Hearing his refusal, Wen Ai was immediately unhappy, and as soon as he raised his legs and rode on him, he slammed his small fist on his chest fiercely: "Why don't you sleep with me, I'm—"
"Gold master, you are the gold master, I know." Lan Ting preemptively added this sentence, holding Wen Ai's buttocks with both hands, and carried him to the sofa cushion next to him, "Didn't your mother tell you to go home before 8:30?" Hurry up and put on your shoes, I'll see you off, we can stay in the car for a while."
Lan Ting's income has surged recently, and he bought a Porsche. The color was chosen by Wen Ai, a beautiful dark blue.
The Porsche shuttled through the bustling streets and drove all the way to the manor. After the two said goodbye, Wen Ai entered the door. He wanted to go back to the room quietly, but was caught by Xiang Ning: "Why did you just come back? It's already eight o'clock Forty."
Wen Ai didn't have the confidence to look at her, and looked at the ground with a guilty conscience: "I'm in a traffic jam." In fact, it was because she was sticking with her boyfriend and wasting time.
How could Xiang Ning not understand her son, not expose his lies, and asked again: "Did you have fun with your classmates today?"
"Yeah!" Wen Ai nodded again and again, his eyes lit up, "I'm so happy! It's fun to be with him, and I'm excited to do everything."
When describing Lan Ting, Wen Ai was like a young seedling bathed in the sun, bursting with vigor and vitality. Xiang Ning took a deep look at him, sighed silently in his heart, reached out and rubbed his head: "Okay, go back to the room and wash up, you must be tired after playing all afternoon, go to bed early tonight."
When Xiang Ning returned to the study, the desk was covered with photos, each of which contained the figure of Wen Ai and a man, their movements were intimate. Xiang Ning stared blankly at one of the pictures, while Wen Ai leaned in the man's arms, smiling brightly and happily. Finally, Xiang Ning put the photos one by one into a big envelope.
In mid-May, "Dragon Race" was about to premiere, and Wen Ai happened to have no class that day. The school held a spring sports meeting, and the management was very loose. Students were allowed to run around in the field, and they only called names once in the morning and evening.
Wen Ai and Lan Ting made an appointment to watch a movie together, and they bought the tickets. After the roll call in the morning, they pretended to stay in the stands for a while, and then found a chance to grease the soles of their feet, and slipped out of the school gate.
It's ten o'clock now, Lan Ting had an announcement yesterday, and it's estimated that he won't be here until half past ten. Wen Ai picked a milk tea shop at the school gate and sat in. After connecting to wifi, he swiped Weibo, and it took forty minutes in a flash. passed.
Wen Ai turned off Weibo and called Lan Ting, intending to ask him for being late. While listening to the ringtone, he organized his words in his mind.
The sound of music in his ears stopped abruptly, Wen Ai was a little dazed at first, and it took him a long time to realize that he was hung up. He guessed that Lan Ting's hands were trembling and he pressed the wrong button, so he called again, but he still got hanged up.
Wen Ai had a look of disbelief, and said, "Okay, Lan Ting, you can do it."
Just when Wen Ai was thinking about whether he should be angry, Lan Ting sent a message, the content was concise, just two words: [Wait]
He didn't even type punctuation marks, which was not in line with Lan Ting's previous style, and he seemed to post in a hurry. Wen Ai decided not to be angry for the time being, Lan Ting must have been tripped up by something, let's wait and see.
After another class, Wen Ai's mobile phone ran out of battery, and she sat boredly, with her chin resting on the rim of the glass, staring down at the table in a daze.
The top of his head was suddenly covered by a hand, Wen Ai turned his head to look to the side, his chin almost knocked over the glass, but fortunately Lan Ting helped him stabilize it in time, the water in the glass swayed and made noises.
"Sneaking a drink again." Lan Ting patted Wen Ai's forehead again, "It's all additives, drinking it is not good for your health."
"I ordered milk!" Wen Ai picked up the cup angrily and took a big sip, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said aggrievedly, "Just criticize me as soon as you come, I haven't said anything after waiting here for so long!"
The corners of his brows and mouth drooped, and Lan Ting immediately felt distressed. It's really pitiful for the child to wait here alone: "Hey, wait until you're hungry, let's go have lunch first."
Wen Ai let out a "hum" from his nose, turned his head out of the window, obviously losing his temper and ignoring others. Lan Ting dialed on his chin, but didn't dial back, and then softly coaxed him, his mouth was a little dry, but it still didn't work.
Lan Ting touched Wen Ai's stomach: "It's so deflated, you can't starve yourself even if you are angry with me."
Wen Ai slapped him away: "I'm not hungry!"
As soon as the voice fell, a short cooing sound came from his stomach, embarrassing him so much that he couldn't even get angry!
Lan Ting quietly hooked the corners of his lips, then quickly pressed down, and said solemnly: "Aren't you going? If you don't, I'll take you out."
Wen Ai didn't take his words seriously at all. In the public, he, a celebrity who hides his identity with a mask, dares to hug anyone casually
Wen Ai sat still as firmly as Mount Tai, Lan Ting didn't say any more when he saw this, he directly bent over to hug Wen Ai, wrapped one hand around Wen Ai's back, and stretched his other hand towards his knee, Wen Ai was startled, like a spring He jumped up by himself, and said in a low voice: "You are not afraid of being seen! How many people are sitting over there!"
Lan Ting smiled and said, "You can get up, I thought your butt was stuck to the seat."
It was difficult to find a parking space in front of the school, Lan Ting had parked directly on the side of the road before, and after a while chatting with Wen Aimo at the milk tea shop, the blue Porsche was patronized by the traffic police.
"Illegal parking." Lan Ting took out the ticket that was stuck behind the windshield wiper, and said to Wen Ai while looking at it, "You are too expensive, I'll talk to you for ten minutes, and the 200 yuan will be gone."
Wen Ai sat in the co-pilot by himself: "Blame your bad luck."
"No, I'm very lucky." Lan Ting got into the car from the other side, leaned over to fasten Wen Ai's seat belt, their faces were quite close, after Lan Ting got the seat belt off, he simply pulled off the mask and kissed Wen Ai Ai's face.
Wen Ai pushed him away, eyes widened: "Are you really crazy? There are so many people in front! Don't be on Weibo hot searches at night!"
Lan Ting saw that he was only thinking of himself, and his affection surged up, so he leaned over and kissed him again, this time he chose to kiss him: "I kept you waiting for a long time, and I wronged you, I did wrong, these two kisses I apologize to you."
Wen Ai: "You learn from me."
Lan Ting: "Are you still angry now?"
Wen Ai reached out and pushed him: "Don't get so close to me, I'll be photographed later!"
"If you don't answer, you're still angry." Lan Ting lowered his head and pressed his lips to Wen Ai's face, while kissing, kept asking him if he was still angry, obviously wanting to kiss until Wen Ai forgives him.
Wen Ai was pressed on the leather chair, and felt that Lan Ting was different from the last time they met. They used to have an underground love style, and their dates were always secretive. On the one hand, it was because of Lan Ting's star status, on the other hand, Wen Ai I am afraid that my family will know. But today, Lan Ting was late, and he was so arrogant that he dared to make out with him when the car was parked on the side of the road, for fear that the paparazzi would not catch him.
Wen Ai was concerned about Lan Ting's future, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore, you get up."
Only then was Lan Ting satisfied, leaned back to the driver's seat, and started the car with the corner of his mouth raised.
"You haven't explained yet." Wen Ai asked, "Why are you late?"
Lan Ting turned the steering wheel and got onto the road. After driving for a while, he said, "Your mother is looking for me."