It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Seven or eight crew members were gathering around a long table full of Starbucks, and Wen Yi was standing cheerfully behind the table, busy distributing hot drinks to them.

Lan Ting did not go up, stood not far away and watched. He was full of miscellaneous feelings in his heart. He rejected himself mercilessly a few days ago, and now he ran to give him a surprise again. It really fits the kid's work. style.

Lan Ting "tsk": "You can play with me to death."

"Little brother, please have another cup of hot chocolate. The cup was accidentally spilled just now."

"Okay." Wen Ai handed a glass to him. When he raised his eyes, he looked a little farther, and finally found Lan Ting with his pocket in his pocket not far away. His round eyes lit up, and the drinker looked at the label and took it at will. , He left the stall and ran to Lan Ting's side.

"Brother Lan!" Wen Ai shouted decently, putting the coffee cup on Lan Ting's face, "Drink some hot coffee."

Lan Ting didn't move: "Why are you here?"

"Come and give you warmth." Wen Ai took his hand out of his pocket and forced him with coffee, "Taste it."

The mellow scent came into Lan Ting's nose with the heat, and it was completely different from the large area of ​​coffee on the set. The cup was particularly delicate, and there was a puppy in the blank space.

Lan Ting grabbed the cup and didn't drink, Wen Ai's small eyes slowly faded, and finally he grunted unhappily, "Don't wait to see me pull it down!" He turned around angrily and left.

"Don't go." Lan Ting grabbed him, Wen Ai's temper came up too, but shook his arm vigorously, and Lan Ting used his strength to drag him to a place where there was no one.

"Angry?" Lan Ting stretched out his hand to tease his little face, but was avoided.

Wen Ai pouted and copied both arms, ignoring people angrily. In order to sneak into the set, he spent a lot of time before and after. The long distance was only to surprise Lan Ting. As a result, Lan Ting took a cold attitude when they met. Freeze him, can he not be upset?

Lan Ting sighed: "You hit me like that a few days ago. You can't stand it because I'm joking. You can only let the state officials set fire to not allow the people to light the lights?"

Wen Ai was angry, and said without a word: "You are a guardian, what qualifications do you have to light a lamp!"

The voice fell to the ground, and the air between the two became stagnant.

Lan Ting's face was blue and white, and the coffee cup was deformed: "Are you serious?"

Seeing him crumbling and clenching his teeth, Wen Ai felt distressed and gently held his sleeves: "I'm just angry, I'm not thinking about it."

Lan Ting squinted: "Really?"

Wen Ai nodded hurriedly: "Really!"

The corner of Lan Ting's lips curled, and he smiled triumphantly, where he could still find the miserable look on his face.

Wen Ai was stunned for a while, then realized afterwards: "You pretended..."

"Is my acting good?" Lan Ting put his arm around him with one hand. "We won't make such jokes anymore. Isn't it troublesome?"

Wen Ai buried his head on his chest, muffled and said, "I'm not kidding, I just didn't want to go out that day."

"Hey, do you blame me for being stingy?" Lan Ting slapped his ass, the flesh is quite flexible, so he took a few more shots.

Wen Ai twisted to hide, and said wrongly: "To tell the truth, you still beat me!"

"Your tone was wrong at the time." Lan Ting lowered his head and stared at him, "Is there really no other reason?"

Wen Ai had a guilty heart. At that time, he did intentionally respond to Lan Ting, but it was all for the task. Lan Ting saw all his hesitation in his eyes. Lan Ting didn't embarrass him anymore. He looked away and took a sip of coffee. With less sugar, the bitterness was too strong, and he almost didn't feel the pain.

Wen Yai made coffee according to the method Xu Changzhou taught him. This time he came in a hurry and brought coffee beans. He borrowed someone's Starbucks to make such a cup, and he didn't taste it. Anyway, it smelled the same.

Wen Ai had a small expression asking for evaluation. Lan Ting knew what was going on at a glance. Based on the principle of encouragement, he generously praised Wen Ai with a simple speech and a sincere attitude. He coaxed Wen Ai and heard everything. I want to open a cafe.

It can be seen that Lan Ting has the potential to be a movie emperor in his bones, and he is carrying it forward all the time.

"This puppy..." Lan Ting looked at the pattern on the cup. Wen Ai was expecting to continue to be praised, but Lan Ting turned around and said straightforwardly: "The painting is so ugly."

"Then you pay me back!" Wen Ai immediately stretched out his hand to grab the cup, muttering unwillingly, "Only you are great! Only you draw well!"

Lan Ting raised it so that he could not reach it, and said with a smile: "I really know how to draw, do I have a pen? I'll draw you another one."

Wen Ai took out only a gel pen: "Here!"

Two minutes later, Lan Ting reproduced an authentic and naive pup. The one drawn by Wen Ai was squatting next to it, with slanted facial features and unbalanced body proportions. It was barely ugly and cute, but the contrast now— -Terrible.

When Lan Ting was filming, Wen Ai stood by and watched. The people in the crew saw him as cute and liked to make him talk. It came up as a classic opening line for children: "Little brother, how old is this year?"

Wen Ai answered truthfully: "Sixteen years old."

Several people around started "yo": "It looks so small."

"Why did you come out to work as an assistant when you were sixteen?"

Wen Ai smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, I'm not an assistant, I'm a relative of Brother Lan. Come and see him by the way. He always guarded me before. He's better, and he doesn't speak anything. You talk to me more. Just get along with him."

Lan Ting filmed two scenes in succession. When he came down, Wen Ai had successfully captured the hearts of the blockbuster crew members with his tender face and honey-smearing mouth, and also took the opportunity to help Lan Ting win a wave of favorability.

At noon, Assistant An Li brought a box lunch, and Lan Ting took Wen Ai back to the RV to eat, warm and private.

An Li naturally wanted to make room for them. When she left, she took a bottle of Lao Gan Ma from her backpack and came out: "Brother Lan, Xiao Jing, would you like to have something? This is for dinner."

"I want to do it!" Wen Ai drooled as he looked at the red spicy oil in the glass wall, both hands stretched out to pick it up, seeing that he was about to reach it, he was blocked by Lan Ting halfway. Wen Ai was anxious with him: "I can't bear to eat your old godmother? It's not yours anymore!"

Lan Ting ignored him, grabbed his two wrists with one hand, and lifted his chin to An Li: "You go and eat, wait for the meal to get cold, and take a good rest at noon."

"Thank you, Brother Lan. I won't go far, just shout if something happens." An Li held Wen Ai's pitiful eyes, and took away the goddess of the public.

The door closed, completely severing Wen Ai's hope.

"Blue Ting!" Wen Ai yelled with his first name and last name, showing that I was really caressed, "How are you **** with me today! Just make me unhappy! Oh, let go!"

Lan Ting no longer held Wen Ai's wrists, opened the two lunch boxes on the table, and while Wen Ai was still kicking his leg under the table to let out air, he quickly moved all the taro chicken in one of the lunch boxes to the other. One serving.

When Lan Ting pushed the empty boxed lunch in front of Wen Ai, Wen Ai was stunned for five seconds and couldn't say anything: "You...you not only don't give me the old godmother, you also deduct my food... …"

Wen Ai has been spoiled for several lifetimes, and his lover can’t wait to put the best in front of him every time. As a result, his lover is now reincarnated as Lan Ting, and he actually digs meat from his bowl. This is a big gap. Immediately left him: "You rob me of meat...you bully..."

When he said that tears were in his eyes, Lan Ting's heart tensed, and quickly picked him up and put him on his lap: "You can't cry, little ancestor, be good, there are too many peppers in the meat, you can't eat it."

Anyway, Wen Ai was pampered and arrogant, pulling Lan Ting's collar and shaking: "I can eat!"

"It's pretty slippery to tell a lie." Lan Ting wrapped his waist with one hand and pinched his face punitively with the other. "People with heart disease need a light diet. The last time you bullied me at the hotel, I didn't understand, and I ordered so many spicy salty sesame seeds. Things, I haven’t had time to educate you."

Wen Ai lacked confidence and took the initiative to hook Lan Ting's neck, and his voice softened: "Don't educate me, you have to get used to me."

With such a coquettish act, Lan Ting was almost hardened by cuteness, and he was tumbling with tenderness. He wanted to rub him into his body, hold it in his palm, and put it into his crotch.

"Okay, get used to it." Lan Ting promised him indulgently, and bowed his body and kissed him, "Get used to this place first, I can't get used to your mouth for now."

Wen Ai was tickled with his entire upper body. He groaned slightly, and finally he was willing to eat. Lan Ting dragged both boxes of lunch in front of him and picked up chopsticks to feed him. Wen Ai was also hungry, and sat obediently in Lan Ting's arms to eat. Lan Ting was too fast to feed him, so he hid at the beginning: "I haven't swallowed it yet."

"Okay, no hurry." Lan Ting waited patiently, holding up his chopsticks, watching the child eating really cute, and while he was chewing attentively, he leaned in and kissed the little mouth.

For a lunch, the entire RV is sour and smelly of love. If someone passes by outside the car, it is designated to be smoked.

At the end of the evening, Lan Ting estimated that Wen Ai would go to see him as soon as he arrived at the studio. He didn't know if he had booked a room online in advance, so he asked, "Where do you sleep tonight?"

Wen Ai asked confidently: "Do you still want the sponsor to sleep alone?"

Lan Ting rejoiced, thinking that the child kept talking about the child care all day long, but he thought he would go to bed, and he didn't know how adults "sleep".

Lan Ting took Wen Ai back to the hotel rented by the crew. When Wen Ai took a change of clothes into the bathroom, he also squeezed in, took off his clothes without saying a word, and Wen Ai's eyes rounded: "What are you doing?"

Lan Ting smiled evilly: "I dare not let the gold master wash it alone."