Wen Ai followed Lan Ting, completely out of trouble, and couldn't help anything, so he just dangled in front of Lan Ting, so that Lan Ting's eyes and heart followed him, and he was distracted when he went to the announcement. Wen Ai originally came from a rich family, and needed someone to take care of him from time to time. His assistant, An Li, took care of him and Lan Ting at the same time, and the workload suddenly increased, making her miserable.
After Lan Ting found out about the situation, he specially invited Wen Ai, an assistant named assistant, to take care of him personally. When Xiao Yu came to apply for the job, he was quite puzzled, thinking that the appearance of a big star is not the same, and the assistants are all double-layered. But after he took up the post for a while, he realized that Wen Ai's identity was not what he claimed to be. Which assistant could stay out of work all day, and dare to quarrel with celebrities when his temper came up
The relationship between Wen Ai and Lan Ting is by no means pure, but Assistant Xiao sticks to his professionalism. When the two interact with each other, they keep an eye on each other and only do their job well.
In the studio, the shutter sounded continuously. Lan Ting was dressed in an expensive suit, standing handsomely in front of the white curtain, raising his hand casually in a handsome and photogenic pose.
"Okay! This set is almost ready!" The photographer took away the camera that was stuck to his face, stood up straight and gave Lan Ting a thumbs up, "The condition is very good, it is a pleasure to work with you."
Lan Ting nodded and smiled: "Thank you, you are also very professional."
After coming and going, Lan Ting was planned to go to the dressing room to change clothes and make-up. He was invited to shoot the cover of the magazine this time. It was originally scheduled for tomorrow, but it had to be brought forward due to some reasons. The person in charge of the magazine I apologized to him several times, and it was not easy to earn money, but he finally agreed.
After tossing and repainting the makeup, Lan Ting walked into the changing room with the clothes, and dragged Wen Ai in as well.
Wen Ai was originally chatting with Brother Yu, but when he interrupted him, he raised his head and looked at him unhappily: "What are you doing?"
"No reason." Lan Ting cupped his face and kissed him, "I want to be alone with you."
"Many staff members are outside." Wen Ai helped him unbutton his shirt, "Hurry up and change."
Lan Ting took off his clothes cooperatively, exposing his muscular chest. Wen Ai got too close, his field of vision was filled with those two big chest muscles, and his face suddenly became hot.
Lan Ting puffed out her chest on purpose, the tip of her nipple almost poked Wen Ai's face: "Are you breastfeeding?"
Wen Ai's cheeks flushed instantly, and she retreated reflexively, but Lan Ting refused to let her go, and put her arms around his waist, making a gesture to press him against her chest, and asked maliciously, "Do you want to eat?"
"Don't eat!" Wen Ai put his hands against Lan Ting, his face was about to be turned behind his back, "Stop playing, how can you take pictures when you react later!"
"The little thing is quite clever, and knows how to use this to block me." Lan Ting rubbed Wen Ai's face, retreated to the side and quickly changed his clothes, and before going out, he pulled Wen Ai to him and gave him a small kiss : "I'm sorry, you still have to work with me for your birthday. Originally, I made time ahead of time, but this magazine temporarily rescheduled... Don't be angry with me, okay?"
Wen Ai pursed his lips and smiled at him: "It's okay, anyway, you're almost done shooting, and I just heard from the planning sister that it's the last set of pictures."
Wen Ai acted so well-behaved and sensible, Lan Ting's heart throbbed for a while, he just felt that there was no such a caring little padded jacket in the world, half moved and half guilty, he said: "I will make it up to you when I get home."
After work was over, Lan Ting took off her makeup and changed back to her regular clothes, covered half of her face with a hat and sunglasses, and drove Wen Ai away from the magazine office. He originally planned to take Wen Ai to eat French food, but Wen Ai clamored to go to KFC, because he wanted to eat over-fried junk food.
Considering the principle of longevity, Lan Ting turned around and went to the nearby KFC. When he got there, he got out of the car and helped Wen Aila open the door. Seeing his bright eyes, he flicked his forehead in a funny way: "Eat KFC so excited? How old are you?"
Wen Ai said proudly: "Anyway, younger than you."
Lan Ting smiled: "Then I'll order you a children's meal later."
It's 5:30 now, and there are quite a lot of people in KFC. Lan Ting saw that the line was a bit long, so he said to Wen Ai beside him, "Baby, find a seat to rest."
In public, Wen Ai didn't dare to get too close to Lan Ting, so he could only hold onto the corner of his clothes and shake it, blinking his eyes and saying, "I'll line up with you."
How could Lan Ting resist his acting like a baby, he just nodded and agreed.
The ordering line moved forward a little slowly, Wen Ai took out his mobile phone and swiped WeChat, and received a lot of birthday wishes, and after replying one by one, there were still two people in front of him. Wen Ai raised his head to browse the menu board above the ordering counter, just as he saw the Big Mac burger, he suddenly felt his neck was a little constricted, which made him unable to breathe. Wen Ai quickly lowered his head, but the situation did not improve, and his heart began to ache.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Wen Ai rubbing his heart, Lan Ting asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Ai was in front of him, with his back turned to him and shook his head: "I'm just bored, just rub me casually."
When it was their turn to order, Wen Ai's heartache symptoms had calmed down, and he was greatly relieved. Fortunately, it was not serious, and he didn't want to have an uneasy birthday.
Lan Ting kept his word, ordered a children's set meal for Wen Ai, and ordered a family bucket, packed them all up and took them home, and ate them slowly at home.
"Go wash your hands." Lan Ting urged Wen Ai as soon as he entered the room, "Squeeze more hand sanitizer."
Like a child, Wen Ai bouncing into the bathroom, just as he got his hands wet, Lan Ting also came in, squeezed a big lump of hand sanitizer on his hands, rubbed out the bubbles, and wiped Wen Ai's two A small hand was clamped in the palm of the palm, and it was gently rubbed together.
Wen Ai leaned comfortably in Lan Ting's arms, enjoying his service with peace of mind, and commanded, "Put a little harder... rub the back of your right hand again... um... lighten!"
Lan Ting was about to be ignited by his soft voice, and he pushed his hips forward suggestively, gritted his teeth and said, "You need to clean up, don't you?"
Wen Ai said confidently: "I'm only 17 years old, you dare not deal with me."
Lan Ting laughed angrily at him, sniffed the tip of his nose all the way down his neck, finally buried himself in his collar and took a deep breath, threatening: "There is still one year, not far away."
Wen Ai's body trembled, and she immediately fell silent.
KFC included a small toy in the children's package. It was a red convertible car with a little yellow man standing on the seat. Wen Ai was sitting on the sofa, sliding a toy car on the coffee table with one hand, and gnawed on a hamburger with the other, taking small bites, with a particularly delicate appearance.
Lan Ting sat next to him, dipped the still warm French fries in ketchup, and fed him one from time to time.
"Get more sauce." Wen Ai chewed the fries dissatisfied, "Wrap the whole fries, don't just stick to the head."
Lan Ting wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of Wen Ai's mouth with his thumb: "According to your request, one bag of medium potatoes should be served with four bags of tomato sauce, and the standard distribution is only two bags."
Wen Ai pushed the car forward, bumped into Lan Ting's hand resting on the coffee table, and retorted: "Then according to your dipping method, a bag of tomato sauce can't be used up!"
"Rebuttals are invalid." Lan Ting put away the car and stopped letting him play with it. "Eat well."
"Don't do it!" Wen Ai stretched out his hand to snatch it, but his skills were not as good as others, and he nestled into the sofa angrily, "You always care about me, do you treat me like your son?"
Hearing this, Lan Ting only gave him a faint look, which made the soles of his feet feel cold.
After this meal, there was no need to clean up, the garbage was directly stuffed into the family bucket, Wen Ai was still squinting and stretching, when suddenly his body lightened, and Lan Ting hugged him up.
Lan Ting threw him on the big bed with a clear purpose, pushed him on top, pressed him and kissed him hard, and by the way ripped off his clothes and trousers, revealing large areas of his fair skin.
"Do you still think I regard you as my son?" Lan Ting looked down at Wen Ai, with a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, showing a messy sexiness, "Who would kiss you if you're not a lover?"
Wen Ai was made weak by his aggressive eyes, sobbed, and shyly covered his eyes with his arms.
Lan Ting leaned down slowly, wrapped his fingers around a lock of Wen Ai's hair, entangled them unhurriedly, his gentle movements tugged at Wen Ai's scalp, giving him a subtle itchy feeling, itching all the way to his heart go.
Not only that, Lan Ting also blows slowly into Wen Ai's ears, stimulating his sensitive ear nerves.
Lan Ting did not have any skin-to-skin contact with Wen Ai, but with these two movements alone, Wen Ai's body trembled slightly.
"Be good, baby." Lan Ting took away Wen Ai's hand covering his eyebrows and eyes, and caressed him through his clothes. His fiery palm clearly contained strength, but he only touched him with the most gentle force. I couldn't help rubbing my legs, but I still couldn't quench my thirst.
"Woo..." Wen Ai opened his eyes tremblingly. His beautiful eyes seemed to be full of spring water, with a touch of blush at the end of the eyes, innocent and alluring. Lan Ting's heart fluttered when he saw it. He took off his pants and buried his head in the between his legs.
Wen Ai was served by Lan Ting so much that his water flowed, and the moment the peak came, his heart suddenly felt a familiar pain.
On this seventeenth birthday, Wen Ai had an extremely miserable life. He and his boyfriend hid at home to help each other, but fell ill on the bed and were directly pushed into the operating room.
To make matters worse, at the same time, an entertainment newspaper well-known for its paparazzi team revealed that Lan Ting and him were intimate, that they went in and out together many times, and even shared a hotel room when they were out of town.
For a while, the romance between Lan Ting and his "assistant" was uploaded on the Internet, and the major media even wrote notices overnight, scrambling to guess how long the two had been in the dark, and even dug up the previous video data. reports.
There was a lot of chatter outside, but Lan Ting couldn't think about it, sitting on the cold bench in the hospital, staring blankly at the three words "in operation" that was on the red light.