Wen Ai's heart skipped a beat, it's over, their underground love was dug out by Xiang Ning, Wen Ai was anxious, turned around and pulled the back seat pillow over, and felt a little more at ease after holding something in his arms: "My mother and What did you say? Did she give you a check to leave me?"
Lan Ting stared ahead, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yeah, guess what number she opened?"
"Do I still have the mood to guess this!" Wen Ai hugged the small pillow tightly, and asked nervously, "How did you answer, didn't you agree?"
At this time, at the crossroads, Lan Ting shifted gears and waited for the red light, took the time to turn his head, and looked at Wen Ai with a half-smile: "If I agree, what will you do?"
Wen Ai was stimulated when he heard it: "Then I'll lock you up! Put it in a cage and not allow you to go anywhere! I will teach you a lesson every day!"
Lan Ting made an exaggerated expression: "So cruel?"
Wen Ai has always regarded Xiang Ning as an uncertain factor, afraid that he and Lan Ting would be separated by a stick, and now his heart is in a mess, and he didn't realize that Lan Ting was teasing him, so he went up to search him, shouting with both hands After fumbling around, she finally found a brand new check from her trouser pocket. When she saw the word "Xiang Ning" in the payer column, Wen Ai's eyes darkened and she almost fainted.
At the end of the red light, Lan Ting followed the car in front. He wanted to tease the children again, but when he looked to the side, Wen Aimo cried silently, tears pattering on the check.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Lan Ting pulled over in a hurry, took off his seat belt and leaned over, hugged the twitching Wen Ai, rubbed his back and apologized, "I'm just kidding, didn't my aunt tell me to leave you , She came to talk to me to make sure I was a scumbag and if I treated you sincerely."
Wen Ai pointed at the tip of her red nose, curled her lips and said, "Then why did she pay you back? I don't believe it!"
Speaking of this, Lan Ting was also a little embarrassed: "Your mother thinks I'm poor, and is afraid that you will be wronged by following me. This money is mainly used on you."
At that time, Xiang Ning took out a pen to write the check, and Lan Ting refused in his heart. He had a strong self-esteem, and he was usually fine in front of Wen Ai, but when he met others, he immediately showed it. The child is delicate and precious, and it takes a lot of money to feed him well. Although his current economic level is not as good as that of the child's family, he is willing to spend all his money on the child and will never treat him badly. He didn't intend to accept this check, but Xiang Ning forced it to him.
Wen Ai grabbed the two corners on the top of the pillow, blinked tears, and doubted Lan Ting's explanation.
"Baby cried so much that my heart broke." Lan Ting gently wiped Wen Ai's tears, then put the check into Wen Ai's pocket, "Take it back and return it to Auntie, I can afford you."
The Porsche went back on the road, and the redness in Wen Ai's eyes was gradually fading. Looking at the scene flashing by outside the window, he felt that the happiness came too suddenly, which made him a little confused, and he couldn't even believe it was real.
After thinking about it for a long time, he simply sent a text message to Xiang Ning, and said plainly: [Mom, I have a date today, and I will go home after dinner.]
Xiang Ning only replied: [Get home before 8:30.]
Wen Ai pinched the phone and looked at it several times, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, all the complicated emotions in his heart were cleared up in an instant.
"Replied this time?" Lan Ting glanced at him with a smile, parked the car in the underground garage of the shopping mall, and took Wen Ai to the top floor for lunch. Hearing the scents wafting from various restaurants, Wen Ai touched his stomach and felt hungry. In addition, he was in a good mood, so he ate one-third more of this meal than usual, and his stomach bulged out a little.
The two went to the movie theater. The tickets they ordered before had passed the time. It was estimated that all the eggs had been released, so they went to the ticket counter to ask for tickets for the next show. The box office situation of "Dragon Race" is very good, almost every show is full, like Wen Ai and Lan Ting who bought tickets half an hour in advance, they are lucky to have a side seat.
After checking the tickets and entering the screening hall, the two sat down in the leftmost position in the first row, and looked up for 120 minutes. Lan Ting would rub the back of Wen Ai's neck thoughtfully from time to time, in case he would keep looking up. Comfortable.
Wen Ai didn't pay much attention to the plot the whole time. When Lan Ting appeared on the stage, his eyes stopped on him, and when he wasn't there, he looked for him everywhere on the screen, and he didn't even notice the short scene where he played a cameo.
After the reflection was over, the audience returned their 3D glasses and left. Wen Ai was drinking water when Lan Ting suddenly poked him and turned his head back, signaling him to listen to the people behind him.
"I also think the owner of the wonton stew stall is so cute! His eyes can really talk! Where did the crew find the trick? If he set up a stall downstairs, I can eat four meals a day! The male number three is also fine. Su, my former classmate Amway, I watched his "S-Files", but I refused, and I will make up the show when I go back tonight."
"The stall owner is really cute! When I saw him, I thought he was so cute! When I smiled at the camera, I was so heartbroken!! Let my sister love you very much!"
Lan Ting laughed in a low voice: "I'm a fan, cutie."
Wen Ai's ears turned red when he heard this, he tugged on Lan Ting's clothes, and whispered: "Let's go faster."
Wen Ai went to the second floor to pick up the car, Lan Ting took Wen Ai back to school, the sports meeting was coming to an end, Wen Ai entered the school gate alone, and Lan Ting went home to cook first.
Wen Ai was not the only one who took the opportunity to sneak out. There were several girls in the class who also gathered together to watch the movie. Wen Ai was sitting in the stands waiting for the roll call. Those girls ran over and asked excitedly: "Jing Huan, are you Didn't you go to "Dragon Race" as a group performer? We saw someone, it really looks like you! No, it's you!"
Wen Ai admitted embarrassedly: "I just made a cameo."
Several girls gathered around him asking for his autograph, which made him blush. He was half embarrassed and half at a loss. In the end, the monitor rescued him: "Zhang Qingwan, Xu Yuanyuan, Song Li, what are you three doing? It's time to call names!"
It wasn't until half past five that Wen Ai finally finished his school affairs, crossed the road and went home for dinner, and when he reached the door, he took out the key to open the door very naturally.
"I'm back!" Wen Ai threw the schoolbag on the sofa, turned around and ran into the kitchen, without looking at what Lan Ting was doing, she rushed over to hug her.
Lan Ting was caught off guard by him, and almost chopped off his finger with the kitchen knife. He frowned and said, "You are reckless, what if the knife flies off you if I don't hold it firmly?"
Wen Ai rubbed her head on his back coquettishly: "Don't talk about me."
"I'm teaching you, you're still young, no matter how tight you are, it's easy to cause accidents." Lan Ting waved her body, motioning for Wen Ai to let go, "Watch TV for a while, there's still time for dinner."
"No." Wen Ai refused arrogantly. Anyway, after passing Xiang Ning's test, the two of them have settled down now, and he is more free to toss about, "What are you cutting? I want to cut it too."
"Are you playing house?" Lan Ting turned around and scratched his nose, "What if you cut your hand? Do you want to hurt me to death?"
"Is it my hand that it hurts when I cut it?" Wen Ai blushed and leaned forward to the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and gestured, "How many pieces is this tomato cut into?"
He held a large kitchen knife in his thin white arm, the contrast was strong, trembling, he felt like he was about to let go of his hand in the next second, the blade was still scratching back and forth on the smooth tomato, Lan Ting was frightened, so he quickly took the knife Hold it, stand behind him, and lead him to cut it hand in hand.
There are still eggs in the refrigerator. Lan Ting plans to bake a carrot omelette tonight. After finishing the tomatoes, he will start cutting carrots again. Wen Ai basically didn't play any role. Lan Ting wrapped his hand holding the knife handle with his right hand, and pressed the carrot with his left hand through his waist, completely holding him to work.
Look at this messy kid.
Lan Ting's knives are top-notch and very fast. The blade kept falling on the cutting board, and the stacked carrot slices turned into filaments. Wen Ai watched closely and focused. In the quiet kitchen, only the sound of "dangdang" chopping vegetables can be heard.
Lan Ting looked down at the cutting board, his right cheek was pressed against Wen Ai's left cheek, the two bodies were tightly pressed together, Wen Ai suddenly murmured like a mosquito: "Hard."
Lan Ting: "I put it in the refrigerator before, of course it's hard."
"It's not a carrot." Wen Ai wanted to move forward, but he had already reached the kitchen counter, there was no room to move, and the thing behind his butt was getting harder and harder, "I'm talking about... you."
Lan Ting didn't speak, but the speed of shredding was getting faster and faster, and the force on the kitchen knife was getting stronger and stronger. The cutting board was shaken by the impact, and many shredded carrots were bounced up. Lan Ting made big movements in his hands, and his body also swayed back and forth accordingly, gradually increasing the range. The thing that stood up straight was directly embedded in the seam of Wen Ai's buttocks, constantly bumping and squeezing in.
Wen Ai whimpered a little, and Lan Ting's scorching temperature was transmitted clearly through the thin pants material, almost burning a long red mark on his buttocks.
"Lan Ting..." Wen Ai called him blushingly, "Don't cut it... I won't cut it..."
With a sound of "bang", the kitchen knife was thrown on the chopping board, Lan Ting forcefully broke Wen Ai's chin, kissed his lips forcefully, his tongue directly broke into the hot and humid mouth, wrapping around his soft and tender tongue.
The two are usually too tired to play and kiss, but in fact Lan Ting rarely sticks out his tongue because it is easy to kiss hard. But now that it was already hard, he no longer had any scruples. A fiery tongue kiss was so intense that the sound of water that made people blush and heartbeat echoed throughout the kitchen.
Wen Ai was plundered by Lan Ting and couldn't stand, she slid down limply against his chest, only to be grabbed by Lan Ting's waist with one hand, and pressed back maliciously, her little ass was forced to fight with Lan Ting's big guy Playing, being bumped and ground pitifully.
Wen Ai's brain was in chaos, and he had long lost the ability to think, so he could only rely on Lan Ting, holding Lan Ting's hand around his waist. Lan Ting swayed his waist, and moved back and forth with Wen Ai, back and forth, like that scene.
Lust was soaring, and it was out of control. When Lan Ting put his hand into Wen Ai's clothes, Wen Ai trembled a few times, and everything he wanted to say was blocked by Lan Ting's tongue, and his tone sounded like he was refusing. , and like a well-behaved obedience.
The gun stuck between Wen Ai's buttocks was about to go off, and a series of doorbells rang in their ears, rushing into the hot kitchen like a cold current.