Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

Lin Mengmeng is a student at the Academy of Fine Arts.

On weekdays, she likes to look at all kinds of pictures of two-dimensional beautiful men, and gay men in various poses, or draw some cute and long comics with plots.

Because the fans are some relatively common public c, and the quality of the fan pictures drawn is very good, so Lin Mengmeng's Weibo fans are relatively large in the circle.

There are nearly one hundred thousand.

Of course, some of them were fans sent by Zha Lang.

However, the number of living powder is still very impressive.

On this day, Lin Mengmeng updated Weibo after a long absence.

Mengmeng is Mengv. The final exam is coming. I thought I had no chance to touch the fish, but I couldn't help touching a few.The prototype is a pair of brothers I met at a meal before (I don’t know what the relationship is), and I feel that I have a special love so I drew it. It is purely YY’s work, and the enclosure is cute. Please don’t repost it at will.If there is infringement, please contact me to delete [picture] [picture] [picture]

In the first picture, there are two tall men standing together.

Among them, the taller man on the left is wearing a suit, and the other is slightly shorter in normal clothes. The two of them put their heads together and look at a mobile phone at the same time.

The second picture is what Lin Mengmeng saw before.

——The man in the suit strode out with the boy on his back, but what she drew was not the back view in the photo, but the side view, and the face of the boy being carried was also drawn.

It looks like the boy in Lin Mengmeng's fantasy.

With a face as big as a palm, the eyelashes are so long that it makes people jealous, the head rests on the shoulder of the man below him, the mouth is slightly opened, revealing the pink tongue inside.He passed through the man's armpit with one hand, firmly encircling one of the man's arms, and put the other hand on the other shoulder of the man casually, extending it out. The appearance of sound sleep made people couldn't help but smile knowingly.

The third picture is more explicit.

It is a picture of two people lying on the bed, covering the same quilt, showing their abdominal muscles, and reading a book at the same time.

However, Lin Mengmeng felt that those two people were probably brothers, and she couldn't be too sycophantic, so in these three pictures, both of them seemed to behave intimately, but they didn't make people feel pornographic.

Socialist brotherhood, I get it.

Don’t be too coquettish upstairs, maybe they are really brothers in reality, if you see it, you will feel disgusting, so let’s enclose ourselves and be cute, don’t spread too much~

clear!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa online drawing!This is too good to knock

I'm all right [pants up]

I really love brother c, woo woo woo

It would be great if there is such a good-looking little brother in three dimensions, but it seems that in reality, there are many cheating gays, so I still like Two-dimensional!

Two-dimensional is good, Two-dimensional is wonderful, Two-dimensional is croak!

Just like the excitement on the Internet, Wen Zheyan's side is also restless.

When the spirit of drinking came up, Wen Zheyan started to go crazy.

——Last time, two bottles of beer knocked Wen Zheyan down. This time they drank red wine, which was stronger than beer, and Wen Zheyan became dizzy after a while.

Of course, Wen Zheyan's drinking madness is not like some people yelling, but looks like a normal person, but what he said is not so normal.

The villa was brightly lit, and the housekeeper and a few servants stood aside neatly, looking at Wen Zheyan and calling Yan Rong in horror.

"Son—"

"Dear son!"

Everyone "..."

Yan Rong lowered his eyelids slightly, and said to the person standing beside him, "Go back, I will take care of him."

"Yes."

The servants left in a hurry.

Before the housekeeper left, he looked back at Yan Rong, and couldn't help showing a little smile on his face.

When Mr. Wen Xiao first fell in love with Mr. Wen, the butler was actually not very optimistic about these two people. After all, in his opinion, the gap between the two people was too great.

But since the husband likes it, of course he won't say anything, and now it seems that the husband really has a good eye.

——Since Mr. Wen Xiao appeared, Mr. Wen has come alive.

Don't look at Mr. Wen's expressionless face now, I'm afraid he was embarrassed by Mr. Wen Xiao's address, but he didn't want to stop Mr. Wen Xiao, so he let them go quickly.

This is a very congratulatory thing for the housekeeper who watched Yan Rong grow up.

——After so many years, there is finally someone who puts Yan Rong in his heart and hurts.

The housekeeper was relieved.

Wen Zheyan didn't know what other people were imagining.

He looked at Yan Rong, squinting his eyes, half asleep, slumped on the sofa, and said a little aggrieved, "I called you just now, why didn't you promise me?"

Yan Rong raised his eyes and looked at Wen Zheyan, "When I'm drunk, I'm your son again?"

Wen Zheyan blinked and blinked, "No, you made a mistake."

"Ok?"

"Aren't you always my son? Even when I'm not drunk, you're still my son." Wen Zheyan laughed foolishly. After saying this, he remembered something, and immediately put on a face, Asked, "Do you still want to deny my father? How can you be so hard-hearted, child!"

Yan Rong "..."

Yan Rong was a little helpless.

Although Wen Zheyan was still the same Wen Zheyan as before, her behavior was really much naive.

Yan Rong got up and poured honey water for Wen Zheyan. He remembered the coquettish manipulations Wen Zheyan made when he was filming the crew of "Xianfeng Daogu" before, and sighed.

After getting along for this period of time, Yan Rong found that Wen Zheyan really couldn't remember what happened between them.

He put warm honey water in front of Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan picked up the cup and drank the sweet honey water, squinting his eyes happily, looking very cute.

Yan Rong's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes darkened slightly.

He wanted to be intimate.

Yan Rong always has this kind of thought every time, and he will want to do it, and it is the same this time.

It's just that as soon as he approached, Wen Zheyan noticed something, and suddenly became vigilant, "What are you trying to do! Do you still want to kiss me while I'm not paying attention!"

Wen Zheyan suddenly covered her mouth, "This kind of intimacy is not allowed between father and son!"

Yan Rong "..."

Wen Zheyan said earnestly, "In this world, it's not just between father and daughter and mother and son who need to avoid suspicion. Father and son are the same. If we do things that cross the border, what is the difference between chaos and chaos? This is very wrong!"

Yan Rong "..."

Yan Rong got up and said, "I'm going to make a phone call."

Wen Zheyan thought that Yan Rong was moved by his words, and nodded with a reserved face, "Okay, as long as you remember these in your heart, then I will take a bath."

Yan Rong walked to the balcony at the side, and the phone was connected, "Help me find out, what happened on the 15th of the month when Wen Zheyan joined the crew of "Xianfeng Daogu", the day he had a high fever, and a few days ago .”

"...Well, I want everything, try to be as detailed as possible, and send it to my mailbox."

Wen Zheyan's amnesia happened strangely. Although Yan Rong had suspected it before, he didn't connect it with the fever, but checked other things.

——In the end, of course, nothing was found.

This time re-examination, hoping to get some results.

Yan Rong hung up the phone, came to Wen Zheyan's room, and found that Wen Zheyan was still taking a shower.

He stood in the room lighting a cigarette without turning on the light.

There was a 'crack' sound from the lighter.

Cigarette butts flickered in the dark room.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom ended.

Yan Rong looked up.

Wen Zheyan came out humming an out-of-tune song. He was only wearing a bathrobe, and he was swaying. When he saw someone standing in the room, he almost jumped up from the ground in fright. After realizing it was Yan Rong, Wen Zheyan relaxed and complained, "What are you doing in my room? There's no sound at all, it's really scary."

"Sorry." Yan Rong extinguished the cigarette.

Thunder rumbled outside.

It is going to rain.

Wen Zheyan's heart moved, and he suddenly said, "I see, are you afraid of thunder?"

Yan Rong "?"

Wen Zheyan patted Yan Rong's shoulder with a smile, and said, "It's okay, make an exception tonight, you can sleep with Dad, and let Dad protect you with his warm arms, so that even if there is thunder outside again, you won't be hurt." Scared Rongrong baby, okay?"

Yan Rong: "...OK."

Wen Zheyan, "Father will tell you fairy tales."

Wen Zheyan went to bed, lifted the quilt, and patted "Come up."

Yan Rong "I haven't showered yet."

"Then go quickly."

When Yan Rong came out of the bathroom, it was already late. Wen Zheyan was already a little sleepy from drinking, but of course he couldn't hold on until Yan Rong came out. He was already lying on the bed and sleeping on his back.

I'm afraid I forgot what I said before.

Yan Rong was covered in moisture, and his hair was still a little wet. Standing in front of the bed and looking at it, he saw that Wen Zheyan was fast asleep. After thinking about it, he still didn't bother Wen Zheyan, turned around and left lightly.

the next morning.

When Wen Zheyan woke up, he found himself sleeping in the guest room of Yan Rong's villa. After washing up, he went downstairs familiarly.

Looking at Yan Rong who was already sitting at the dining table having breakfast, Wen Zheyan greeted, "Good morning."

He pulled out the seat and sat down.

"Yeah." Yan Rong raised his eyes, reached out and pushed a bowl of still warm porridge in front of Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan said obediently, "Thank you."

Yan Rong looked indifferent, "It's okay, it's only natural for a son to do things for his father."

Wen Zheyan "..."

Wen Zheyan "!!!"

Wen Zheyan's hand that raised the chopsticks froze in mid-air.

Grass.

I suspect you want me dead, and I have evidence jg.