Lan Ting finally used the leftover half box of fried chicken to coax Wen Ai up. While Wen Ai was sitting on the bedside eating happily, he leaned over and hugged him, and asked, "Why were you upset just now? What did I do?" Wrong, you tell me to change."
Wen Ai chewed the crispy chicken with relish, and didn't look at him at all.
"Say it baby." Lan Ting rubbed Wen Ai's waist with both hands, "I can avoid it next time I know."
"Don't mess with me." Wen Ai twisted his body impatiently, his waist was freed from Lan Ting's grasp, "Can you play with your own? I just want to have a quiet supper."
Lan Ting was choked so hard that he couldn't get up and down, it was very uncomfortable, how did he provoke this little ancestor, he was fine before entering the bathroom, clinging to him, hugging him, how to wash Once you get out of the shower, the world will change drastically!
Lan Ting didn't dare to disturb the little ancestor's eating anymore, and held him motionless, Wen Ai didn't push him away anymore, and pretended to be unhappy, but he was still quite comfortable in his heart, leaning against Lan Ting's arms, with a big appetite Kaidi wiped out the fried chicken.
"Come on, wipe your little mouth." Lan Ting helped him clean it up, stuffed the oil-absorbed paper ball and the disposable gloves he took off into the fried chicken box, and temporarily put it on the bedside table. After finishing this series As he moved, Lan Ting brought the tip of his nose to Wen Ai's lips and smelled it, and said dotingly: "The baby's mouth smells so good, let my husband taste it."
Wen Ai tilted his head, avoiding Lan Ting's pressing lips in time, and said disinterestedly: "Isn't it just like fried chicken? If you want to taste it, just lick the box."
Lan Ting chased after him persistently pouted: "I just want to lick you."
"Are you annoying!" Wen Ai yelled in a raised voice, and pushed hard against his chest. With too much force, he fell on the bed first, and he simply hid under the quilt, "Take advantage of me every day, I Enough is enough, I want to say 'no' to you!"
Lan Ting was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and pinched the ball-like Wen Tuantuan through the quilt: "Are you upset with me because of this?"
Wen Tuantuan moved aside: "You still touch me when you know the reason, can you stay away from me?"
"Okay, okay." Lan Ting was afraid that the little dumpling would blow up, so he quickly moved a few times in the opposite direction, half of his buttocks were hanging outside the bed, he couldn't help crying, "Is this going to work? Come out soon, don't hold back .”
The high arched quilt moved, and Wen Ai poked his head out from underneath like a snail, and after confirming that Lan Ting was too far away to fall, he slowly sat up under the quilt.
Lan Ting stared at him for a while, and said seriously: "Baby, I'm not taking advantage of you. I like you and want to hug you. This is normal. Don't you often pester me for a kiss?"
"That was before." Wen Ai looked away arrogantly, "I don't like it now, and you can't touch me without my permission in the future."
Lan Ting didn't believe that such a sticky little thing like Wen Ai could change at will, if he boasted a lot now, he would have to overthrow it and regret it tomorrow. Lan Ting raised his eyebrows, and said briskly: "Okay, you have the final say."
Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Wen Ai felt a little bit disappointed in his heart. He made this request just to try to frighten Lan Ting, but ended up frustrating himself to death first. Before he finished responding, he saw Lan Ting about to get out of bed, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you going?"
Lan Ting went to the closet to find a quilt, carried her back to the bed, and said with a half-smile: "Isn't it forbidden to touch it? You can sleep with the quilt."
After turning off the lights, the two of them each lay down on a quilt. Wen Ai was used to falling asleep in Lan Ting's arms, but now she suddenly lost that warmth and sense of security, and she really couldn't sleep, but for the final victory, all difficulties can be overcome .
Lan Ting listened silently to Wen Ai's tossing and turning, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, little thing, let's see how long you can hold on.
Lan Ting waited and waited with his eyes open, but he didn't wait for Wen Ai to surrender voluntarily. He was wondering, but suddenly there was a small snoring sound next to him, which was especially clear in the dark and quiet room. He gritted his teeth and turned Wen Ai who was lying on his side, and patted him on the face a few times, but he didn't get any response, not only fell asleep, but also slept soundly!
Lan Ting was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, and he gestured with his hands in front of Wen Ai's face for a long time. After all, he was not willing to pinch him awake. He grabbed Wen Ai's quilt and threw it directly under the bed. The fire all vented on the quilt.
Lan Ting pulled Wen Ai into his bed, spanked his butt twice, and said viciously: "Heartless, I lost my temper, and even left your man to sleep by myself."
Wen Ai's snoring was completely unaffected, and she slept under Lan Ting's eyelids with an innocent and harmless face, as obedient as a little doll. Lan Ting watched him for a long time, finally heaved a long sigh, kissed his eyes, nose and mouth one by one, and fell asleep with his arms around him.
Lan Ting originally thought that Wen Ai's quarrel with him was a child's temper, and he would soon return to normal. He didn't expect that this sad night was just the beginning. If there is no problem, you have to find some excuse to embarrass him, and you are not allowed to touch anything, and you must obtain permission in advance to hold hands, otherwise you will be yelled at on the street.
Wen Ai is just a little firecracker right now, he can blow up if he doesn't go his way at all, and he can't be coaxed when his temper comes up, Lan Ting tries his best to follow him, but no matter how quick he admits his mistakes, no matter how good his attitude is, Wen Xiaobao can't even see him In the same way, how to make a fuss, how to make a fuss, determined to make him unhappy.
"Lan Ting!" Sitting in the living room, Wen Ai shouted angrily towards the kitchen, "Didn't I ask you to turn up the temperature! I'm cold!"
Lan Ting ran out in a hurry, still holding the frying spoon, and apologized: "I was busy cooking just now, I forgot."
The remote control was actually placed on the coffee table, and Wen Ai could reach it with a little stretch. Lan Ting took the remote control and turned the temperature up, and went back to the kitchen without saying a word, wearing an apron like a wronged daughter-in-law.
Until the food was served, Wen Ai still insisted on this matter: "What kind of memory do you have? I think you did it on purpose. You can memorize such a thick line book. Let me tell you something." Do you forget when you turn around?"
"I really forgot." Lan Ting picked up a piece of braised pork for him, flattering him, "This meat is really fresh, baby, try it."
Wen Ai picked up the braised pork from the bowl, and threw it on the table mercilessly: "I won't eat it if it's so fat."
Lan Ting sighed inwardly, obviously he ordered the name to eat before, but now in order to get angry with him, he abruptly changed the taste.
Wen Ai held up his chopsticks for a long time, and after looking around at the four dishes and one soup on the table, he threw the chopsticks away: "Except for the braised pork, which is vegetarian, and it's also vegetarian in winter, can't we have some meat with enough calories? "
Seeing that Wen Ai's chest was heaving with anger, Lan Ting immediately got up and walked to his side, and squatted down to help him rub his heart: "It's my fault, I will give you some chicken legs as compensation later, don't make yourself angry gone."
"I'm already cured! It's not a heart attack! Don't treat me like a patient!" Wen Ai asked angrily, as if he was on fire, "Are you afraid that I will die so you let me go?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Lan Ting's expression was serious, and his tone was very strong, "What's not dead, don't say that word!"
Wen Ai's heart skipped a beat, and he was almost bluffed by Lan Ting's expression, but he had already gained experience in acting bad temper every day during this period, and when his acting skills erupted, he just jumped up from the chair, took the phone and go to the door.
"Stop!" Lan Ting shouted behind him, seeing that his footsteps accelerated instead, he immediately caught up with him and stopped him, "Why are you going? We haven't finished our meal yet."
Wen Ai stared at him with her mouth curled up: "I don't want to stay anymore, I want to go home!"
Wen Ai usually sleeps here on Fridays and Saturdays. Lan Ting just came back from a business trip today. The two of them haven't seen each other for a whole week. Lan Ting dreams about Wen Ai every day. Finally, they are reunited. Within two hours, Wen Ai is gone. To leave, Lan Ting's heart is really a little uncomfortable now.
He adjusted his breathing, and said in a soft tone: "Let's go after eating, I'll see you off."
"No!" Wen Ai forcefully opened his hand, pushed the door decisively and left.
Lan Ting scratched his hair in despair, took off the coat from the coat rack and chased him out.
"Don't close it!" Lan Ting made a short sprint and managed to squeeze in before the elevator door closed. He pressed the small round button on the first floor, turned his head and said to Wen Ai, "I'll take you back."
Wen Ai folded his arms and didn't speak. The elevator descended to the first floor. As soon as the door opened a wide gap that could pass people, Wen Ai ran out immediately. Lan Ting raised his hand to pull him, but in the end he only pulled the button of his coat cuff Down, let him slippery and make a successful escape.
Lan Ting chased all the way to the main road outside the community, and pressed Wen Ai's hand to stop the taxi, "Let me see you off, okay?"
Wen Ai didn't turn his head, looked at the passing traffic, and categorically refused: "It's not good."
"Baby..." Lan Ting turned his face to her, looked into his eyes and begged, "Don't make trouble with me, can you tell me what I did wrong?"
Lan Ting didn't care if there were any paparazzi ambushing around, so he leaned forward and touched Wen Ai's forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and murmured: "Don't torture me anymore... What can we do to be like before..."
Hearing this hurt-like tone, Wen Ai's heart tightened, and his eyes became moist instantly. How much Lan Ting loved him, how sad he would be now.
"Let go." Wen Ai finally couldn't bear it anymore, she pushed Lan Ting softly, and her voice softened, "Don't delay me going home."
Seeing that he wasn't as angry as before, Lan Ting boldly pressed a kiss on his forehead: "Okay, I'll call a taxi for you."
This is a bustling area, cars come and go, and soon an empty car arrives.
"Call me when you get home." Lan Ting leaned on the car door with his waist bent. After giving Wen Ai instructions, he repeated the address to the driver, "Master, drive slowly."
When the car started, Wen Ai waved to Lan Ting through the window glass.
Lan Ting took down the license plate number and stood by the side of the road until he could no longer see the car before turning around and walking back.