It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The lighting in the bedroom is warm and comfortable. Wen Ai sits in the center of the big bed with a square pillow cross-legged. The scene is homely and cozy. Lan Ting almost forgot that this is a hotel. He threw away the iron rod and walked over to the bed. , I watched Wen Ai in his spare time: "My child, why are you here?"

"I'm not a child!" Wen Ai retorted unhappily, taking out a document from under his ass, and showing it to him, "Have you seen it? I wrote it clearly in black and white, you can't help it!"

The paper was crumpled, and Lan Ting glanced at the top headline, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Provisioning agreement?"

"Huh huh!" Wen Ai glanced at him triumphantly and pointed to the terms and clauses of the agreement, "I am Party A and you are Party B. During the duration of the relationship, Party B cannot establish a romantic relationship with others, let alone have close contact. The itinerary is reported immediately to meet the needs of Party A at any time."

This article is very realistic for Party A and Party B. Lan Ting listened happily, and looked all the way with the corner of his mouth tilted. Finally, he reached out his finger and clicked on the signature place: "Here is Wang Zhen's name. It’s him, find him to fulfill his obligations."

"He is your agent. He takes care of the work for you. You have to do it." Wen Ai thought for a while, lifted his butt, took out a pen, forced it into Lan Ting's hand, and grabbed his hand. The agreement was signed with two crooked words, but I didn’t know that it was written "Blue Ting" if I didn’t read it carefully.

Lan Ting let him play around without resisting. When he finally finished the ghost drawing, he grabbed his thigh and lifted his **** up.

"What are you doing!" Wen Ai cried, smashed Lan Ting away with a pillow, and sat back with his butt, his face a little red.

"See if you still hide anything under your butt." Lan Ting said with a smile, "A4 paper, gel pen, why put everything there?"

Wen Ai faltered and couldn't answer. At first, he waited in the room alone. He heard movement from the door outside, and became excited and nervous when he knew that Lan Ting was coming, and somehow he hid things under his butt.

Seeing Wen Ai blushing by himself, Lan Ting's heart was itchy as if being scratched by a dog's tail. He took the agreement from his hand and looked down at Party A's signature: "Jing Huan?"

Wen Ai replied: "What?"

Lan Ting leaned over, put his hands on his side, and slowly moved closer: "Say, what do you want to do?"

Wen Ai looked at his enlarging handsome face and asked in confusion: "What?"

Lan Ting grinned, his voice low: "Don't you want to meet your needs at any time? Ask me to the hotel, what do you want to do?"

The two of them were about to face each other. After Wen Ai figured out the Wan'er in Lan Ting's words, his cheeks were instantly ripe, but he was unwilling to admit it, and said bitterly, "I want to sleep with you! Give me a bath." go with!"

Lan Ting put his head on his shoulder and laughed for a long time. After smiling enough, he got up and walked into the bathroom: "Okay, wait for me."

Listening to the sloshing water from the bathroom, Wen Ai picked up the square pillow and hugged it again. She was a little nervous and anticipating, and finally buried her blushing face in the pillow.

Lan Ting came out wearing a bathrobe with a loose belt around his waist. The two strong legs exposed from the hem of the walk were particularly sexy.

Wen Ai hugged the square pillow tightly, and commanded calmly, "Draw the curtains."

Lan Ting went to the window and drew the curtain. When he came back, he turned off the light. The sun hadn't set after five o'clock, and the faint light penetrated in, making the room dim.

Wen Ai felt the mattress tremble twice, and a heart jumped fast, Lan Ting moved over to hug him, kissed him and took off his clothes...

Being entangled to an intense place, all the **** images suddenly disappeared.

Wen Ai suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, his mind was dazed.

"Wake up?" Lan Ting's voice came from next to him. Wen Ai turned his head to look. Lan Ting was wearing a bathrobe and leaning on the bedside, looking at him with a smile but a smile: "Aren't you going to sleep with me? Take a shower. You went to bed first."

Wen Ai was stunned, with a pinch of hair on top of his head, which was a bit cute.

Lan Ting twisted the bunch of hair and asked, "What did you dream of?" He kept humming and chirping.

"You need to take care of it!" Wen Ai felt ashamed to be Chun Mengte, and slapped his hand away in anger, and sat up with the quilt, "Why don't you call me!"

"Why didn't you call you?" Lan Ting raised his eyebrows, "I yelled and shook, and I almost threw you in the bathtub."

In fact, he didn't tell the truth. At that time, he saw Wen Ai sleeping so soundly with a red face in a pillow, which is more cute than any other child. He was afraid of waking people up, so he carefully moved into the bed. Fearing that it is not safe to leave the child here alone, I just kept him to sleep without complaint.

Wen Ai slept for two hours this night, and seeing that it was almost half past seven, the two called for dinner. Lan Ting ate fast, Wen Ai was still eating chicken wings, he had changed his clothes.

"Why are you going?" Wen Ai was like an alert little animal, "Don't leave, stay with me tonight."

After thinking about it, he added: "Otherwise, I will pay the penalty! Three times!"

"Don't go." Lan Ting helped him wipe off the oil stains on his lips, and smiled at him while holding on to the dinner table, "I'll buy a set and lubricant."

Wen Ai almost got stuck in a chicken bone, pinched his neck to make a cough, his face flushed.

"Look at you, I can't live without eating anything." Lan Ting helped Wen Ai pat his back, and then calmed down when he got angry. "How old are you, I'm really doing it with you. I have to go to jail. I have to go home, and I haven't finished the script."

"Can't you see it here?" Wen Ai's eyes coughed wet, and his small expression was particularly aggrieved. "You have to obey me if you sign the agreement."

Lan Ting always felt that he was hard-hearted and had decided what was what. No one would be good at pleading or threatening. At the beginning, his mother was not optimistic about his entry into the entertainment industry, and after chasing the train station, she could not persuade him back, but now Wen Ai With such a grievance, the rock-solid heart immediately softened into dough, and the mind changed when it changed.

Lan Ting pulled the chair and sat next to Wen Ai, put on his gloves to help him peel the crayfish, "Have you been out for the night, have you greeted your family?"

Wen Ai lacks confidence: "My uncle knows."

Lan Ting heard the loophole and asked while feeding him, "What about your parents? Do you live with uncle?"

Wen Ai was guilty, chewing the lobster meat and did not answer. With his toes, he knew that Xiang Ning would not let him go crazy outside. He didn't dare to ask, grabbed the gap where Xiang Ning was not in the country and slipped out.

Lan Ting frowned, and made a precise guess: "You sneaked out? I'll send you back later."

Wen Ai intended to refute, but when his mouth was blocked by the stuffed shrimp, Lan Ting speeded up the peeling speed: "Hurry up, do you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Wen Ai explained vaguely: "I'm on sick leave! I won't return!"

"Is sick and still have the strength to come out and run around?" Lan Ting thought that Wen Ai had lied to the teacher, and educated him, "If I didn't study well, I played ill and skipped class. It's so good for you."

"Who pretended it!" Wen Yi took off his hand, took off the gloves soaked in spicy oil, and pressed his heart. "I got sick here a few days ago and took a long vacation."

Lan Ting frowned: "Heart disease?"

Wen Ai nodded: "It hurts when I'm sick, like a knife is stirring in it! Sometimes I can't breathe, I'm suffocating."

Listening to his description, Lan Ting furrowed his brows deeper and deeper.

Wen Ai crackled and sold out, and looked at him pitifully: "I'm like this, you still say me."

Lan Ting gently rubbed his heart, and softly coaxed: "Be good, don't be angry, I shouldn't say you."

Wen Ai climbed up the bar and hugged his arm and asked expectantly: "Do you feel bad for me?"

"Well, distressed." Lan Ting kissed his greasy mouth very naturally, "distressed."

Wen Ai pursed his lips subconsciously, and blushed after the recollection.

Lan Ting squeezed his face: "I'm embarrassed? You won't be ashamed to faint after sharing the same bed?"

Wen Ai was taken aback, and then happily hugged him: "Aren't you sending me back?"

Lan Ting looked at his smiling brows, his eyes softened unconsciously.