Since Lan Ting moved into this house, the guest room has not been used much, but there are part-time workers who often clean it, the house is very clean, and you can move in directly with your bags.
Lan Ting helped Lan Yu carry the luggage, took her into the guest room, and turned on the light: "You can watch and tidy up yourself, the sheets can be changed, there are new ones in the closet, if it is rough, you can just sleep like this."
"No, I won't be able to stay for a few days anyway, save trouble!" Lan Yu bounced around the room, opened the heavy curtains, stood in front of the French windows and said excitedly, "The night scene in the city is just different. , There are densely packed lights everywhere.”
Lan Ting walked over quickly and pulled the curtains tightly: "Don't open the curtains casually, the building opposite can see our side clearly."
"Understood, just guard against the paparazzi." Lan Yu nodded, and winked at Lan Ting again, "When you send your sister-in-law back later, remember to take security measures."
"Human." Lan Ting shook his head and walked out of the guest room. He didn't find Wen Ai in the living room. After thinking for a while, he went to the kitchen and found Wen Ai, bending over to smell a bag of mung bean crisps on the kitchen counter , with a ghostly look.
"Ahem." Lan Ting deliberately reminded, Wen Ai froze for a moment, then quickly straightened up, and stood up straight with his hands in the seam of his trousers: "I didn't steal it!"
It's a good one to cover up.
Lan Ting was amused, walked over to hug Wen Ai, and gently scratched the bridge of his nose: "You little mouse who stole food, you still want to quibble."
"I didn't! Look!" Wen Ai pointed at the corner of his mouth, and raised his face so that he could see more clearly, "Is it clean? I just smelled it."
"It's useless to just look outside." Lan Ting lowered his head and kissed Wen Ai's lips, rubbed them together a few times, and half coaxed and half ordered, "Open it, let me go in and check."
Wen Ai opened himself obediently, and Lan Ting swept his mouth with his tongue, carefully scanning every place, and only reluctantly let him go after checking it over and over.
Wen Ai gasped for breath: "Did I not steal it?"
Lan Ting clasped the back of Wen Ai's head, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and praised: "Well, the baby is very good."
Wen Ai let out a small "hum", and felt wronged: "You wronged me, and you have to make up for it."
He looked at Lan Ting with his mouth curled up, and Lan Ting's heart softened, thinking how could this child be so cute? I can't wait to rub him and ball him into small balls, holding my hands all the time with hidden pain in my heart.
"Okay, make it up." Lan Ting kissed the tip of his nose lovingly, "What do you want?"
A trace of success flashed across Wen Ai's face, and he pointed at the plastic bag: "I want mung bean cakes!"
"Wait here for me!" Lan Ting couldn't help but flicked Wen Ai's forehead, and said with a smile, "I can only eat one piece. The stuffing and seasoning inside are heavy, so you can't eat more."
The mung bean cake was made by Lan Ting's mother. When you touch it lightly, layers of puff pastry on the outside will fall down. If you bite into it, the fried bean paste stuffing is even more delicious.
Lan Ting packed some in a lunch box and stuffed it into Wen Ai's schoolbag: "Take it home and give it to Auntie to taste. If you want to eat yourself, you can eat at most one piece a day, do you hear me?"
Wen Ai was squatting in the porch to tie his shoelaces, buried his head and didn't respond, Lan Ting came over with his schoolbag and kicked his ass: "How about pretending to be a deaf-mute? Did you hear what I said, you can't eat more mung bean cakes. "
Wen Ai stood up clutching his buttocks: "You always target my butt, you have a grudge against you!"
Lan Ting raised his eyebrows secretly, threw the car keys and stepped out the door, thinking that he would teach you what it means to target your butt later.
Before leaving, Lan Ting yelled into the room: "Lan Yu, I'm coming back later, if you're sleepy, go to bed by yourself."
"Okay!" The door of the guest room opened, Lan Yu stuck out half of his head, and waved at them, "Goodbye, brother and sister-in-law."
There were surveillance cameras in the elevator, and although Lan Ting was wearing a mask, the two of them still stood apart from each other in an orderly manner. When approaching the first floor, Wen Ai suddenly leaned against Lan Ting, and said with confusion: "I have never stayed at your house..."
Lan Ting was taken aback, just about to say something, but the elevator door opened, and there were two people standing outside, Lan Ting had to go out with Wen Ai one after the other.
A blue Porsche was parked not far away. The two of them got into the car and fastened their seat belts. Lan Ting held the steering wheel and did not start the car for a long time.
Wen Ai urged: "Go, if the viaduct on Qingyu's side is blocked, I might miss the curfew at 8:30."
Lan Ting turned his head and looked at him with interest: "What do you mean by what you just said? Do you also eat Lan Yu's jealousy?"
"That's what I said." Wen Ai snatched the key in his hand, inserted it into the lock and turned it on, and ignited the engine, "Hurry up, I told my mother that I'm out on a date, and I'll be back later No, she must not be happy."
Lan Ting stepped on the accelerator as he wanted, drove out of the underground garage, and shuttled through the bustling and dazzling city night scene.
At 8:25, the Porsche stopped in front of the manor in time, Wen Ai said goodbye to Lan Ting and was about to get out of the car, but there were four "clicks" and the door was locked by Lan Ting.
Before Wen Ai had time to turn around and question, Lan Ting dragged him over and put him in his arms, scratching his chin like a kitten, and chuckled softly: "Don't worry, there are still five minutes, let's drink you up." Tell me about the vinegar."
Wen Ai tried to hide for a few times, but in the end he lost his temper after being scratched, and said with his head drooping: "It's the truth... I've been to your house so many times, and I haven't spent a single night, but Lan Yu directly live on... ”
After speaking, he was afraid that Lan Ting would think he was stingy, so he took the initiative to hug Lan Ting's neck, and said softly: "I'm not jealous of Lan Yu, I just want to live with you and sleep in the same bed... I can see you every morning when I open my eyes."
Like the previous lives, they stick together for 24 hours, and they don't separate even if they sweat.
Lan Ting saw loss on Wen Ai's face, and even nostalgia and regret.
"Forget it, I don't think so much." Wen Ai obediently gave Lan Ting a kiss, "Good night."
After Wen Ai got out of the car, Lan Ting sat in the driver's seat and pondered for a long time. In fact, he always felt that the child's feelings for him were not the same as his feelings for the child. Approaching him is only because of admiration, or even just looking at his face, seeing that this big brother looks good, so I want to get close to him and communicate with him.
Anyway, in Lan Ting's thinking, Wen Ai is still an immature child, and the chance of really liking him is not high. It doesn't matter, he can wait, watch the child grow up, and make the child truly fall in love with him.
But Wen Ai's expression just now made him overturn his previous guess, the child likes him? The kind of love between men and men
Lan Ting's brain was about to explode, and he scratched his hair impatiently, fearing that he expected too much and fell too hard in the end.
"Young Master." The housekeeper opened the door, saw Wen Ai and said respectfully, "You are back."
Wen Ai entered the door, put the schoolbag on the sofa, unzipped it, and asked, "Where's mom?"
Housekeeper: "Madam is in the study."
"Okay, don't tell her I'm back yet." Wen Ai took out the lunch box from her schoolbag, ran into the kitchen, put mung bean crisps on a delicate plate, thought about it and heated up another bowl of chicken soup, and served it together Xiang Ning lifted it up.
"Mom!" Wen Ai stood in front of the study door, holding a plate in one hand and chicken soup in the other, "Open the door, I have no hands!"
"Why—" Xiang Ning was startled when she opened the door, quickly took the plates and bowls, and put them on the desk. Seeing that Wen Ai's fingers were red, she frowned and said, "It's so hot, I don't know how to get something to eat." Plate, foolishly holding it with your hand."
"It's okay." Wen Ai rubbed her fingers, and pushed the mung bean cake in front of Xiang Ning like a treasure, "Mom, try it, Lan Ting's mother made it, it's delicious!"
Xiang Ning glanced at it: "What about the chicken soup?"
"It's so dry to eat shortbread, but it's not easy to choke if you eat it with soup." Wen Ai looked proud, with his tail straight up, "Look at how thoughtful I am."
Xiang Ning nodded his head with his finger: "Usually I have never seen you so thoughtful, but now you are here to show your courtesy."
"No way." Wen Ai hugged her coquettishly, "Thank you Mom, thank you for agreeing with me and Lan Ting."
Xiang Ning hugged him back, exuding the unique gentleness of a mother: "Silly son, there is nothing to thank, you are not born healthy enough, it is all mother's fault, as long as you can be happy, nothing else is important. "
Wen Ai's eyes were a little wet.
Xiang Ning patted him on the back: "I have already sent people to North America to look for a heart. I will definitely find a suitable one. Don't worry, you will live a long life."
Wen Ai nodded in response, he knew that Xiang Ning was actually the one who needed to relax, she had worried too much about her illness.
Lan Yu only stayed at Lan Ting's house for two days. After visiting the few scenic spots in the city, she pulled her suitcase and went to the next tourist destination.
Lan Ting first became popular with "S-Files", and now that "Dragon Race" is released, his popularity has once again been pushed to a new peak.
When Lan Ting became popular, various brands and enterprises threw olive branches at him one after another, inviting him to speak for their products. After the agent selected for Lan Ting, only some high-quality advertisements were left, so as not to drop the price when they were photographed.
Lan Ting was so busy that he didn't stay at home, and flew all over the world to make announcements. Wen Ai was on summer vacation and wanted to stay with Lan Ting, but this time he had to leave home for too long, and there was nothing he could do to help his uncle, so Wen Ai could only go to Xiang Ning to plead for mercy, and after a week of hard work, Xiang Ning finally compromised : "You go, run around as you like, and don't come to me to cry for pain when you are sick."
Wen Ai was so happy that he jumped up, and slapped Xiang Ning on the face: "Thank you, Mom! Lan Ting will take good care of me!"
In the hot summer, the media found that the popular young student Lan Ting had an assistant beside him, and the eyes exposed outside the mask were particularly beautiful.