These days, anything a public figure does will be magnified infinitely. As soon as the interview is over, fake news such as "the popular niche insults the reporter" and "Lan Ting fights the reporter" immediately appear on the Internet. It was already painful for Wen Ai to force herself to snub Lan Ting. Now that she got the news from the hot search on Weibo, and saw Lan Ting's livid face in the photo, she felt distressed and anxious for a while, more than before. It's hard to have a heart attack. He ran back to the room to find the phone, picked it up and put it down hesitantly.
"Let's fight." The system said, "The hero is about to explode."
Wen Ai shook her head with red eyes: "If you persist a little longer, you will be one point away. You can't fall by the wayside."
The system seemed a little anxious: "You can call if you want, really."
Wen Ai became suspicious: "Why is your style of painting so wrong today? You always urge me to abuse him..."
The system said guiltily, "Didn't I see that you were about to cry?"
Wen Ai didn't believe it, and frowned and asked, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"
The system quickly denied: "No! It's fine if you don't fight, I'm going to play Snake."
Wen Ai said righteously: "One bucket, don't forget who expanded the memory for you! Otherwise, you won't be the king now."
The system is such a weak spot, but Wen Ai tightly gripped it, it struggled for a while, and finally said obediently: "Then I told you, don't be angry..."
Wen Ai: "I will try my best."
"It's your rating. It mainly depends on the completion of the plot. Now Lan Ting has not become the best actor, and the plot has not yet finished, so the rating has been stuck at 84. The part where you abused him should have reached its peak. "The system said anxiously, "I only figured it out recently... I haven't used the real-time scoring program before, so I don't know much about it..."
Speaking of the latter part, the system's voice is getting smaller and smaller. It is too aware of the suffering and torture of Wen Ai and Lan Ting during this period of time. For no reason, they have been abused for so many days. Now it is guilty and a little scared: " You agreed not to be angry with me... I will definitely pay attention next time... "
Wen Ai couldn't care less about being angry with it now, so he immediately called Lan Ting, his fingers trembling when he tapped the screen. Lan Ting's color bell is a Russian nursery rhyme. When the two of them were shopping, they heard it in a small street shop. Wen Ai casually praised it, and Lan Ting silently changed the color ring to this song.
Listening to the upbeat music, Wen Ai felt mixed feelings in her heart. She was delighted and at the same time extremely aggrieved, feeling that the two of them had suffered for nothing.
It wasn't until the color ring was almost over that the phone was finally connected. When Lan Ting spoke, his tongue was wide open and his pronunciation was vague. Right? Why are you still contacting me? Huh? Don’t you feel very annoying when you hear my voice? Don’t you wish that I would not go back when I was filming outside? Why do you hate me so much! What the hell did I do wrong? Hate me so much!"
Lan Ting crackled and questioned a series of questions, and Wen Ai finally found a chance to interject after listening for a long time: "Where are you now? Is Sister An Li beside you?"
There were a few bangs on the phone, as if the wine bottle had been kicked down, Lan Ting was still very excited: "You provoked me first, you turned my world upside down, but now you want to shoot Slap your ass and leave? Impossible! Did you hear me when I said it was impossible! You can’t be so unreasonable!”
The next day, Lan Ting woke up on the big bed in the hotel. Before he could open his eyes, his head was hit by pain. He sat up with his temples pressed, and while scanning the scattered wine bottles in the room, recalled what happened last night. After a hangover, his brain was still a little sluggish. Lan Ting vaguely remembered some episodes, and his heart skipped a beat. He got angry at the child, and even yelled at him.
Lan Ting grabbed his hair in remorse. There was something wrong with their relationship, and if he yelled like this last night, it might just be gone. He hastily picked up the phone from the bed, wanting to apologize to Wen Ai and make amends in time, but the phone didn't respond no matter how he pressed it, it was as lifeless as a waste brick.
Lan Ting pressed his fingers persistently on the power button, and his tense face was reflected on the black screen. Thinking that the child might get angry because of this, and even took the opportunity to propose a breakup, the anxiety and fear in his chest disappeared. Can't help it.
With a "bang", the mobile phone was thrown against the wall, and it was shattered on the spot, the fragments splashed randomly, and a large part bounced off the wall, just hitting the numb tendon on Lan Ting's knee, which made his whole left leg numb. Perceived.
It's over.
Lan Ting fell back on the bed weakly, covering his sorrowful eyes with his arms.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ai appeared at the door of the bedroom, holding a large stainless steel spoon in his hand, dripping white rice soup, he looked at the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground in surprise, and asked, "Why is the mobile phone broken. "
Hearing Wen Ai's voice, Lan Ting sat up abruptly. After being stunned, his eyes fixed on Wen Ai, fearing that he would disappear in the next second.
Wen Ai was so stared at by him that his heart was frightened, and he walked over bravely: "Why are you looking at me like that, and you are so drunk that you can't recognize people?"
As soon as he walked to the bed, Lan Ting hugged him with such strength that he was about to break that small waist.
"Relax." Wen Ai gently pushed him, "I can't breathe anymore."
Lan Ting let go, buried his head on Wen Ai's chest, and said dryly, "Why did you come?"
"You're so drunk, I don't worry, I hung up the phone and rushed over, but you slept on the balcony blowing cold wind, I don't know how long it has been blowing." Wen Ai played with Lan Ting's earlobe, "You are dizzy now Is it cold? I bought cold medicine."
"No need." Lan Ting rubbed his head against Wen Ai, itching Wen Ai grinned, twisting his body to dodge: "Don't move... it's so itchy..."
Lan Ting really didn't move, and said sullenly: "Baby, I was drunk last night, I shouldn't yell at you, and don't take the nonsense I said to your heart."
Wen Ai rubbed the back of his head: "I don't blame you."
Lan Ting looked up at him: "Really?"
Lan Ting's eyes were bloodshot, with stubble on his chin, he looked decadent and frustrated. Wen Ai felt distressed when he saw it, and lowered his head and smacked on his forehead: "Really, I'm not angry, I will never be angry with you again in the future, all the anger I want to be angry in this life has been done ahead of time."
"You said it." Lan Ting made Wen Ai fall into his arms with force, and pressed a series of kisses on his neck, breathing unsteadily, "You are driving me crazy."
Wen Ai was a little moved by his kiss: "I will treat you well in the future."
"Just now." Lan Ting took his hand and pressed his crotch, licking his ears while saying in a low voice, "It misses you."
Since Wen Ai suddenly had a unilateral quarrel, the two hadn't been close for a long time. Wen Ai blushed and sat on Lan Ting's lap, rubbing the big bulging bag through his trousers.
Lan Ting looked at Wen Ai's obedient appearance that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his breathing gradually became heavy.
"Why not that..." Wen Ai's hand movements became slower and slower, and he muttered and complained, "My hands are so sore."
"Soon." Lan Ting brought out a strong desire as soon as he uttered, "Persist a little longer, baby."
Seeing that he was about to climb to the top, Wen Ai made a sudden movement, jumped up from the bed and ran to the kitchen: "Oops! I'm still cooking porridge for you! It must have burned dry!"
Lan Ting and his painfully hard little brother were abandoned on the bed, gnashed their teeth, and finally had to do it by themselves, and made it out hastily.
After that day, Wen Ai turned back to the clingy and coquettish child who wrapped Lan Ting tightly every day. Lan Ting didn't understand why Wen Ai was so abnormal some time ago, but he didn't want to explore, he just wanted to take care of the present, as long as the child was willing to be nice to him, he could accept any grievances.
In July, "Leng Yang" was released. After attending the premiere, Lan Ting took Wen Ai back to his hometown, a small county in the south, the economy is not developed, but the scenery is really good, this is also Lan Ting's mother Zhang Shuxing The reason why I have been reluctant to go to the city with my son.
During dinner, Zhang Shuxing brought a lot of vegetables to Wen Ai, and piled up a hill in the bowl. Wen Ai was too embarrassed to refuse, so she ate hard, until her stomach became round, and there was still half of the bowl left. Lan Ting naturally took his bowl and ate his leftovers with great relish.
Seeing this, Zhang Shuxing got up and went to the house, and when she came back, she stuffed a red envelope into Wen Ai's hand, as a recognition of her daughter-in-law. Boys are boys, and they look quite fresh, mainly because my son likes them, and she has nothing to say about being a mother.
At night, Wen Ai slept next to Lan Ting, kissing and hugging each other, rubbing his feet against his legs, and scratching his palms.
Lan Ting was so teased that he couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled him into his arms, tightly clamping his hands, feet and limbs: "Don't make trouble."
Wen Ai pillowed on his arm, humming and chirping: "It's too hot to sleep."
This is an old house, and Zhang Shuxing has never been willing to install the air conditioner. It is really difficult to live in a place where the temperature soars by 40 degrees at every turn.
Lan Ting sticks out his tongue to lick the sweat off Wen Ai's nose: "Hey, let's just spend the night, and tomorrow I'll buy an air conditioner and come back."
Wen Ai: "But didn't you say that you would take me to a place tomorrow?"
"The electrical appliance store is also on the way." Lan Ting said, "Okay, go to sleep."
After a pause, Wen Ai started to toss again, completely treating Lan Ting as an oversized teddy bear, rubbing here and there. Lan Ting patted his little butt hard several times, and asked, "If you can't sleep, you can play with me, right?"
Wen Ai said frankly: "But you are obviously very happy, and you are against me there."
Lan Ting narrowed his eyes: "If you don't want to be bullied, go to bed quickly."
Wen Ai said confidently: "You don't dare, I'm underage."
"Well, it is now." Lan Ting's eyes were revealing, "The day after tomorrow, wait until the day after tomorrow, huh..."
The last "heh" like a chuckle was very meaningful, Wen Ai felt chills all over, turned his back to Lan Ting and fell asleep.
The next day, Wen Ai went out wearing Lan Ting's big shorts. Under the loose shorts, two thin white legs were exposed. When the sun shone on them, they were dazzlingly white, more attractive than girls in the county town. human eyeball. On the way, Lan Ting bought Wen Ai a big straw hat and put it on, jokingly said, "No one is allowed to look at your face."
Wen Aile said: "Where did the feudal poison come from? The Qing Dynasty has been destroyed for a hundred years!"
There was a forest next to the county seat. After the two entered, Wen Ai heard the sound of gurgling water not long after walking.
"This is my secret base when I was a child." Lan Ting had been in the wild for a while before, climbing trees and picking out bird eggs. Since Wen Ai can't climb trees, Lan Ting climbed to a certain tree with him on his back.
The two sat one behind the other on a thick tree branch, looking into the distance, there was a clear stream not far away. The breeze is blowing, the leaves are rustling, and the scene is quiet and beautiful.
Lan Ting put one hand around Wen Ai's waist: "When I was a child, I often sat on it by myself, thinking that I must bring my wife here to see the scenery together."
"Who is your wife." Wen Ai leaned comfortably in his arms, "I'm not ashamed."
"You, my little daughter-in-law." Lan Ting touched Wen Ai's knee all the way up, and poked it in from the wide trouser leg to fiddle with it, pointing out, "Tomorrow is your birthday."
Wen Ai's face was flushed by his teasing, and she clamped her legs and refused to let him touch them. Lan Ting pinched the top maliciously, Wen Ai snorted, and her legs immediately went limp.
The next day, Wen Ai had an unforgettable eighteenth birthday—
Shengsheng was fainted by the sun.
Lan Ting held back for two years, being teased by Wen Ai every day, consciously and subconsciously, this time, he insisted on asking for enough before giving up. The first thing Wen Ai did after waking up was to accuse him with tears in his eyes. He thought he could get forgiveness and comfort, but Lan Ting covered his eyes, and his voice was tinged with lust again: "Don't look at me like that, or you wait You'll have to faint in a while."
At the end of the year, with his outstanding performance in "Cold Sun", Lan Ting won several awards in one fell swoop and won the title of "Actor". After completing all the plot points, Wen Ai, who had been hovering below 60 points, got a perfect score for the first time. After this life ended, he asked to enter the world of cultivating immortals without hesitation, and jumped up and down happily: "This time I finally don't have to worry about the plot anymore, and I don't have to force myself to abuse him anymore."
The system sighed: "Don't be too happy, the situation has changed."
Wen Ai's nerves immediately tensed up, for fear that his plan would be hindered: "What happened?"
System: "Because it's a reward you actively requested, so there will be no missions in the next world, it's right to be a vacation trip."
Wen Ai was at a loss: "Isn't this good?"
"But!" The system's tone changed, "So far, no information has been sent to me, and the world plot is blank. It seems that we are going to go blind. And if you no longer play the role of a bully, your status will be uncertain. Once dressed as a cannon fodder passer-by, not to mention being rubbed round and flattened, maybe you will never meet a male lead in your life."
Wen Ai's family background was prominent in the previous few worlds, so the system had to inoculate him as a young master along the way: "You should be mentally prepared."
"That's it." Wen Ai breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and raised her small mouth again, and said cheerfully, "So what if I don't know the plot, anyway, I will always mess it up, and it doesn't matter if you wear a passerby, Shan If it’s not just me, I’ll be on the mountain, the male lead is so radiant, I’ll just squeeze to the brightest place.”
"... I am worrying unnecessarily." The system was silent for a moment, "After being trained by the male lead for several lifetimes, your IQ has improved significantly."
"This is the power of love." Wen Ai said mercilessly, "No bachelor like you will understand."