It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

In these years, anything public figures do will be infinitely magnified. As soon as the interview is over, false news such as "popular young students insulting reporters" and "Lan Ting beat reporters" appeared on the Internet. Wen Ai was already very painful for forcing himself to leave Lan Ting in the cold. At this moment, I learned the news from the hot search on Weibo and saw Lan Ting’s face in the photo. For a while, he felt distressed and anxious. Heart disease is also uncomfortable. He ran back to the room to find the phone, picked it up and put it down hesitantly.

"Fight." The system said, "The hero is about to explode."

Wen Ai shook his head with red eyes: "If you hold on, you will be one point short of it. You can't fall short."

The system seems to be anxious: "You can fight if you want, really."

Wen Ai became suspicious: "Why is your style so wrong today? I usually urge me to abuse him..."

The system said with a guilty conscience: "I don't think you are crying!"

Wen Ai didn't believe it, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

The system quickly denied: "No! If you don't fight, I'm going to play Snake."

Wen Ai righteously said: "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 underbelly, but it was squeezed to death by Wen Ai. It tangled for a long time, and finally only promised to say: "Then I said you don't be angry..."

Wen Ai: "I try my best."

"It's your rating. It mainly depends on the completion of the plot. Now Lan Ting hasn't become the actor and the plot hasn't finished yet, so the rating has been stuck at 84. The part where you abused him should have reached its peak. "The system is anxious, "I only recently wanted to understand...I haven't used the instant scoring program before, so I don't know much..."

Speaking of the latter, the system's voice is getting smaller and smaller. It is too aware of the torment and torture of Wen Ai and Lan Ting during this period of time. They have been abused for so many days, and it is now a little bit scared in guilt: " I'm not mad at me...I will pay attention next time..."

Wherever Wen Ai could care to be angry with it, he immediately called Lan Ting, and his fingers on the screen were shaking with excitement. Lan Ting's ring tones is a Russian nursery rhyme. When the two of them were shopping in the street shop, they heard it. Wen Ai casually praised it, and Lan Ting silently changed the ring to this song.

Listening to the cheerful music, Wen Ai felt mixed with all kinds of flavors in his heart. While delighted, he was particularly aggrieved. He felt that they both suffered in vain.

It was not until the end of the ring tones that the phone was finally connected. Lan Ting spoke with a big tongue and slurred his pronunciation. The preface didn’t follow the words, and he was obviously drunk: "Are you still willing to contact me? Why, being a master at home is comfortable. Huh? Why are you still contacting me? Huh? Don’t you feel particularly annoyed when you hear my voice? Don’t you want me to be outside filming and don’t go back? Why do you hate me so much! What the **** do you do wrong? I hate me so much!"

Lan Ting crackled and questioned a series of questions. After listening for a long time, Wen Ai finally found a chance to interrupt: "Where are you now? Is sister An Li next to you?"

There were a few ping-pong-pong sounds over the phone, and it seemed that the bottle was kicked over. Lan Ting's emotions were still very excited: "You provoke me first, you turned my world upside down, but now I want to shoot. Slap **** and leave? Impossible! I said it is impossible, did you hear that! You can't be so unreasonable!"

The next day, Lan Ting woke up on the big hotel bed, his head was swept by pain before his eyes opened. He sat up on his temples, scanning the arrogant wine bottles in the room, recalling what happened last night. After the hangover, his brain was still a bit dull, Lan Ting vaguely remembered some fragments, and his heart jumped. He was angry with the child, and he even yelled at him.

Lan Ting grabbed his hair regretfully. There was a problem with their relationship. He roared like this again last night, maybe he just stopped roaring. He hurriedly picked up the phone from the bedside, trying to apologize to Wen Ai and remedy it in time, but the phone didn't respond no matter how he pressed it, and he was as lifeless as a scrap brick.

Lan Ting's fingers pressed firmly on the power button, and the black screen reflected his tighter and tighter face. He thought that the child might be angry because of it, and even took the opportunity to break up. The anxiety and fear in his chest disappeared. Can't hold back.

With a "touch", the phone was smashed to the wall, and it fell apart on the spot, with fragments splattered, and a large part bounced back from the wall, just hitting the hemp tendon on Lan Ting's knee, making his entire left leg numb Feel it.

It's over.

Lan Ting fell back on the bed feebly, blocking his sad eyes with his arms.

"What's the matter?" Wen Ai appeared at the bedroom door, holding a large stainless steel spoon in his hand, and 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 the astonishment, his eyes fixed on Wen Ai, for fear that he would disappear in the next second.

Wen Ai was so stared at him that his heart was frizzy and he bit his scalp and walked over: "Why look at me so drunk and can't recognize people?"

As soon as he walked to the bed, Lan Ting hugged him, and he was so strong that he broke the small waist.

"Relax." Wen Ai pushed him gently, "I can't breathe."

Lan Ting let go, put his head on Wen Ai's chest, and said dry voice: "Why are you here?"

"You are so drunk like that, I don't worry, I hung up the phone and rushed over. As a result, you slept on the balcony and blew the cold wind. I don't know how long it was." Wen Ai played with Lan Ting's earlobe, "You are dizzy now Is your back cold? I bought a cold medicine."

"No." Lan Ting rubbed his head against Wen Ai, so Wen Ai grinned, twisting and dodge: "Don't move...itchy..."

As expected, Lan Ting didn't move anymore and said dullly: "Baby, I was drunk last night. I shouldn't yell at you. Don't take the nonsense I said into your heart."

Wen Ai rubbed the back of his head: "I didn't blame you."

Lan Ting looked up at him: "Really?"

Lan Ting's eyes were bloodshot, and there was stubble on his chin, looking decadent and frustrated. Wen Ai looked distressed, and lowered his head on his forehead and chuckled: "Really, I am not angry. I will never be angry with you anymore. The madness I will be angry with in this life is finished ahead of schedule."

"You said that." Lan Ting forcefully made Wen Ai fall into his arms and printed a series of kisses on his neck, his breath was unstable, "You are driving me crazy."

Wen Ai was a little moved by his kiss: "I will be nice to you in the future."

"Just now." Lan Ting took his hand and pressed his crotch, licking his ears, and said in a low voice, "It misses you."

Since Wen Ai suddenly became uncomfortable unilaterally, the two have not been close for a long time. Wen Ai blushed and sat on Lan Ting's lap, rubbing the bulging bag through his pants.

Lan Ting watched Wen Ai's long-lost cunning, breathing gradually.

"Why not that..." Wen Ai's hand movement became slower and slower, muttering and complaining, "My hands are sore."

"Alright." Lan Ting uttered a strong desire, "Baby hold on again."

Seeing that he was about to climb to the top, Wen Ai made a sudden action, jumped up from the bed and ran to the kitchen: "Sorry! I'm still cooking porridge for you! It must be dried out!"

Lan Ting and his painful little brother were abandoned on the bed, gritted their teeth, and finally had to do it by themselves, and they came out hastily.

After this day, Wen Ai has changed back to the old boy who was clingy and coquettish, and tied 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 is willing to be nice to him, he can bear any grievance.

In July, "Cold Sun" was released. After Lan Ting attended the premiere, he 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 I have been refusing to go to the city with my son.

At dinner, Zhang Shuxing put a lot of vegetables for Wen Ai, and piled up a small hill in the bowl. Wen Ai was embarrassed to refuse, so he ate hard, his stomach was round and half of the bowl was left. Lan Ting took his bowl naturally, ate his leftovers, and ate with relish.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Shuxing got up and went to the house. When he returned, he stuffed a red envelope in Wen'ai's hand, which was regarded as a recognition of the daughter-in-law. The boy is just a boy, and he looks very good at it, mainly because his son likes it, and she has nothing to say as a mother.

At night, Wen Ai slept next to Lan Ting, kissing and hugging someone, rubbing his leg with his foot, and scratching his palm.

Lan Ting was so tempted that he couldn't bear it, and dragged him into his arms, his hands, feet and limbs were firmly clamped: "Don't worry about it."

Wen Ai put it on his arm and groaned: "It's too hot to sleep."

This is an old house, and Zhang Shuxing has not been willing to install the air conditioner. It is a bit difficult in a place where the temperature soars by 40 degrees at any time.

Lan Ting stretched out his tongue and licked the sweat from Wen Ai's nose: "Hey, it will be one night first, and I will buy an air conditioner tomorrow."

Wen Ai: "But didn't you say you want to take me to a place someday?"

"Electrical appliance stores also drop by." Lan Ting said, "Okay, go to sleep."

After a while, Wen Ai began to toss again, completely treating Lan Ting as an oversized teddy bear, rubbing here and there. Lan Ting patted his little **** several times and asked, "If you can't sleep, just play with me, right?"

Wen Ai said straightforwardly: "But you are obviously very happy, I'm all there."

Lan Ting squinted his eyes: "If you don't want to be bullied, hurry to sleep."

Wen Ai said confidently: "If you dare not, I am a minor."

"Well, it is now." Lan Ting's eyes were open, "the day after tomorrow, wait until the day after tomorrow, huh..."

With the last chuckle, "Heh", he was very meaningful, Wen Ai was chilly, turned his back to Lan Ting and fell asleep.

The next day, Wen Ai went out wearing Lanting’s big shorts. Under the loose shorts, there were two thin white legs exposed. When the sun was shining, they were so white that they were more attractive than the girls in the county. Human eyeballs. Lan Ting bought a big straw hat for Wen Ai on the road and joked: "Don't let others look at your face."

Wen Ai rejoiced: "Where did the feudal poison come from? The Qing Dynasty has been dead for a hundred years!"

There was a forest next to the county seat. After the two entered, they heard the sound of gurgling water in Wen Ai not long after they walked in.

"This is my secret base when I was a kid." Lan Ting had been wild for a while, climbing trees and digging out birds and eggs. Since Wen Ai can't climb trees, Lan Ting climbed to a certain tree with his back on his back.

The two sat in tandem on a thick tree branch, looking far away, and 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 wrapped one hand around Wen Ai's waist: "When I was a child, I used to sit here by myself, thinking that I would bring my wife here to see the scenery together."

"Who is your wife." Wen Ai leaned in his arms comfortably, "I'm not ashamed."

"You, my little daughter-in-law." Lan Ting's hand followed Wen Ai's knees all the way up, and he leaned in through the wide trouser legs to play tricks, pointing out, "Tomorrow is your birthday."

Wen Ai was flushed by him, clamped his legs and refused to let him touch. Lan Ting cruelly pinched the top, Wen Ai snorted, his legs immediately weakened.

The next day, Wen Ai had an unforgettable eighteenth birthday——

Shengsheng was fainted by the sun.

Lan Ting had been holding back for two years, every day he was teased by Wen Ai, consciously and unconsciously. This time he opened the meat, he just wanted enough to give up. The first thing Wen Ai wakes up is to accuse him with blinking tears. He thought that he could be forgiving and comforted, but Lan Ting covered his eyes and his voice became lustful: "Don't look at me like that, or you will wait. I have to faint later."

At the end of the year, Lan Ting won multiple awards in one fell swoop and won the title of "Actor" by virtue of his outstanding performance in "Cold Sun". After completing all the plot points, Wen Ai, who has never been hovering below sixty points, scored a perfect score. After the end of this life, he did not hesitate to ask to enter the world of cultivating immortals, and he was so happy: "This time I finally no longer have to worry about the plot or force myself to abuse him again."

The system sighed: "Don't be too happy, the situation has changed."

Wen Ai's nerves collapsed immediately, for fear that his plan would be hindered: "What happened?"

System: "Because it is the reward you actively requested, so there will be no missions in the next world, so it is the right to travel on vacation."

Wen Ai was at a loss: "Isn't that good?"

"But!" The system's tone changed, "So far, the above has not sent me any information. The world plot is blank. It seems that we are going to blindly enter. And you no longer play the bully, your status is uncertain, Wan Once you are dressed as a cannon fodder, you may never meet a male lead for a lifetime.

In the first few worlds of Wen Ai, he was from a prominent family. The young master came here all the way, and the system had to give him a shot: "You are mentally prepared."

"That's it." Wen Ai let out a sigh of relief, his little mouth tilted up again, and he happily said, "I don't know what the plot is, anyway, it will always be messed up by me. It doesn't matter if you are a passerby. It’s not just me, I’m the mountain, the hero is so radiant, I just squeeze in the brightest place."

"...I'm worrying for nothing." The system was silent for a moment. "You have been trained by the male lead for several lifetimes, and your IQ has improved significantly."

"This is the power of love." Wen Ai said mercilessly, "you bachelors will never understand."