When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan looked at Wen Lang, who was so close at hand, and heard his extremely sincere and slightly wronged words, for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

For some reason, Liang Yan's chest swelled as soon as he visualized the words "Wen Lang chasing himself".

He hesitated here, but Wen Lang looked more anxious than him. Once people who usually drag five to seven to eighty thousand people panic, the impact brought by the contrast can easily make people lose their judgment. Liang Yan was troubled by him Distraught.

I pondered over my words for a while, but seeing Wen Lang's nervous and bewildered expression, the words of refusal got stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it, so I changed my words a lot more tactfully: "Wen Lang, what should we do from now on?"

"Get married and live a lifetime." Wen Lang took it for granted.

"What if we separated in the end?" The separation and reunion are happening every day, how can there be such an easy life, at this point, Liang Yan has to admit that he has selfish intentions.

His grandparents and maternal grandparents are not here, nor are his parents. Except for the Wen family, he has no relatives, really gone.

If he can't go to Wen's house in the future, he won't even have a place to stay to listen to prestige speeches during the New Year holidays.

People, that's the way it is, when there are many relatives, they don't care about these things, and even disdain to make intimacy. When there is no relatives, they are so hypocritical.

Wen Lang was still looking at him, his gaze gradually sank, and his deep gaze seemed to gain substance, and it grabbed Liang Yan's heart, making him unable to escape.

Liang Yan couldn't escape, so he simply didn't run away, pursed his lower lip, and turned his head to meet his gaze.

He could clearly see the turbulent emotions in Wen Lang's eyes, he was angry, and it was clearly on his face.

But even if he is angry, Liang Yan still has to say what he should say, and he can't be confused for a while, but he can't be confused for a lifetime: "You haven't thought about the question I asked, right? You just have a hot head, and you don't care about the future. Don't care, right?"

Wen Lang's breath was heavier than before. He looked away for a long time, looked ahead, and exhaled three times in a row: "Go home first, and I will talk to you when I go back."

Compared with the daytime, the streets in the early hours of the morning look different, clear and cold, the street lamps are obviously warm and yellowish, but you can't feel the fixed-point heat.

Liang Yan looked sideways out of the window, time passed so quickly, and it was already the end of autumn in a blink of an eye.

There were few cars on the road, and it took four and ten minutes to go there, but it took less than three and ten minutes to return to Wen Lang.

When the car drove into the parking lot, Liang Yan looked away from the window. The two of them didn't say a word during this journey, but Liang Yan could feel the low pressure on Wen Lang's body.

Leaving the parking lot, walking into the elevator, opening the door and entering the house, Wen Lang went ahead and changed his shoes first, then walked a few steps to the middle of the living room, stood in front of the sofa, didn't sit down, just stood there in a daze facing the window.

After Liang Yan changed his shoes, he also walked to the sofa and stood three steps away from him: "I... will look for a house tomorrow, and I will move out as soon as possible." The current state is not suitable for living together.

After Liang Yan finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, and after waiting for a few seconds, Wen Lang still didn't make a statement. He only regarded him as acquiescing, and said all that should be said. There is nothing to talk about tonight. Liang Yan's long eyelashes drooped even lower , hiding the emotions in his eyes tightly.

The hand hanging by the side twisted: "I'm going back to my room to sleep." Turning around and walking to the bedroom.

"Liang Yan, I haven't said anything yet." Bing Sculpture finally spoke.

Liang Yan's footsteps froze beside the sofa, but he didn't look back: "It's late, I'm sleepy." After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

A hand wrapped around his waist from behind, and under the thrust, Liang Yan fell on the sofa, and then a strong body covered him tightly.

Liang Yan's first reaction was to struggle. Wen Lang grabbed his with his free other hand, pressed the back of his hand, squeezed his knuckles into his fingers one by one, and pressed his fingertips against his palm. Liang Yan couldn't use any strength in his hands.

The person was pressed, and the hands were also pressed, Liang Yan cursed in anxiety: "Crazy, let me go!"

Wen Lang only let go of one hand, and the one that was clasped around his waist turned him around.

The moment he saw Wen Lang's eyes, Liang Yan was surprised for a moment. He was indeed angry, but it was different from the kind of anger he imagined.

It's not the kind of angry anger, but the aggrieved air.

With such gentleness, Liang Yan couldn't scold him when he was ready, and in the end he just pushed him lightly: "Get up, don't press me down."

Of course Wen Lang didn't listen to him, and complained aggrievedly: "How do you want to bully others when you bully them?"

Liang Yan struggled to move the leg that was being held down by him: "Did I bully you?" It was too slippery for him to complain first as a villain.

Wen Lang was even more aggrieved, he lowered his head and buried his face in his neck, his voice muffled: "You bullied me."

Liang Yan turned his head slightly to avoid it, the light in his eyes flickered, but he didn't make a sound.

Wen Lang was dissatisfied with him avoiding him, rubbed the tip of his nose against the soft flesh of his neck and rubbed it politely: "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts, I said I chased you, you have concerns, but you don't say it directly , Sometimes I say that I don't care about you, and then I say I'm looking for a house to move out, just to let me go."

Wen Lang raised his head to look at him, his gaze was burning with warmth: "Liang Yan."

His small thoughts were brought to the light, Liang Yanxu was too afraid to look at him, and his eyes wandered.

"Liang Yan." Wen Lang called him again.

Liang Yan still pretended not to hear.

"Yanyan." The ending sound was slightly drawn out, and there was a bit of tangled energy in the tune. It was the first time Wen Lang called him this way, and the hairs on Liang Yan's body stood up in a rustle, and he couldn't bear it: " Be normal, don't call me that."

Wen Lang became addicted to rubbing against his neck, and then lowered his head: "Trust me, I'm serious." After rubbing, he raised his upper body and stared at him: "Yanyan, I like you, and I... don't... Please be fair, just give me a chance, and I will do the rest myself."

This kind of Wen Lang made people feel at a loss. Liang Yan blinked his eyes for a while, and looked at Wen Lang with complicated emotions: "You...you...I..."

Wen Lang rubbed his hands on his waist through the fabric for a moment: "Take your time, I don't want you to be stressed."

Liang Yan grabbed someone's hand on his waist, and stepped back a little: "Then...then don't pinch my waist, let me go back to sleep."

Wen Lang let go of his hand and stepped aside obediently: "Go to sleep."

Liang Yan got up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom. Just two steps away, Wen Lang called him to stop, his voice was not high, but it was very clear in the early hours of the night: "Don't move out, this is your home."

There was no class in the morning, so Liang Yan didn't get up until noon.

The room was quiet, and Wen Lang seemed to have gone out. Since the club took part in the competition, he was usually much busy.

After class, Liang Yan was packing his things, when Fei Ziming bumped his arm suddenly, Liang Yan looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Fei Ziming winked at the door: "Look for yourself."

Liang Yan looked over and happened to meet Wen Lang's gaze.

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows, and instead of waiting at the door, he walked directly towards him.

With the blessing of live broadcasts and variety shows, Wen Lang's popularity is not inferior to that of popular artists. As soon as he walked in, he attracted the attention of other students. Looking at him, and then at Liang Yan, there was a little more meaning in his eyes.

The corners of Fei Ziming's mouth almost cracked to the base of his ears, he grabbed his backpack and got up and left: "I have an appointment with Brother Zhe, let's go."

Liang Yan suspected that he was lying. Just before class, he said that Wei Zhe was very tired during the competition and trained late every day, but he didn't have time to ask in detail, and Fei Ziming had already left.

Wen Lang stopped by his table, and sat down directly where Fei Ziming had just been: "Yanyan."

Liang Yan was quite natural at first, but he almost kowtowed his hands, looked around guiltily, and warned him with a low voice, "You're fine!"

Wen Lang helped him zip up, and held it in his hand naturally: "Shall we go to the movies first or have dinner first?"

After leaving the classroom, he walked a little fast, and Liang Yan trotted to keep up: "What movie are you watching? Why are you walking so fast!"

Wen Lang paused, turned around and grabbed Liang Yan's hand.

In the corridor with people coming and going, Wen Lang held his hand and passed one unfamiliar person after another.

Liang Yan thought that he had something to deal with in a hurry, and was afraid of wasting time, making no money or making trouble, so he obediently let him go.

Finally arrived at the parking lot, Wen Lang slowed down, but Liang Yan was still anxious: "Why are you walking slowly? Aren't you in a hurry?"

Wen Lang smiled between his brows: "I'm fine."

"It's okay? Then why did you walk so fast just now?"

Wen Lang's smile became stronger: "Hurry up if you don't leave, how can I hold your hand?"

Liang Yan: "..."

Wen Lang rubbed his hair softly: "Don't be angry, I won't do it next time, I want to hold your hand, so I'll tell you frankly." Without waiting for Liang Yan to refuse, he returned the bag to him: "Put it back Take the suitcase, I have to go to restaurants and movie theaters later, so it’s inconvenient to carry it.”

Liang Yan took the backpack: "Will the movie be late? I'm going to broadcast live tonight."

Wen Lang pushed his shoulder and urged him: "Then go and put the bag away, let's hurry up."

Liang Yan walked to the back of the car: "Open the lock."

Wen Lang pressed the unlock button, the trunk cover slowly opened, and Liang Yan stopped when he bent down to put the bag.

In the trunk, there is a large bouquet of red roses, warm and flamboyant, just like its flower language, straightforward and eager.

Liang Yan pursed his lower lip, put his schoolbag beside the bouquet, then closed the trunk and walked to the co-pilot's seat: "Uh... let's go."

Wen Lang didn't ask any more questions, and opened the driver's door and got into the car.

Liang Yan was distracted by the bouquet of roses in the trunk. After getting into the car, he folded his hands on his lap and looked out the window.

Wen Lang's slowly approaching breath brought him back to his senses, and he hurriedly leaned against the seat: "Take me safely."

Wen Lang stopped his movements and smiled: "I don't want to pull your seat belt for you, I just want to kiss you."

Liang Yan's eyes widened: "What did you say?" He felt that he must have heard it wrong.

Before Liang Yan could figure out the last question, Wen Lang threw him another question: "Lips or cheeks?"

作者有话要说：温朗：小孩子才做选择……感谢在2022-03-1421:17:26~2022-03-1622:33:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Cassia is a medicine; one piece;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: He Zhi. 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!