Chapter 10 Yes, there is, but it’s just that I’ve passed by

Jiang Lan. When Jiang Lan saw this, he quickly snatched the aromatherapy box and threw it into the gap between the pillows on the bedside. He said:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Jiang Lan thought his performance was flawless, but in fact it was full of flaws. His pretentious look left Wen Zhiyan speechless for a moment.

But he didn't intend to expose Jiang Lan. Haste makes waste, and he pushed Jiang Lan into a hurry from the beginning, which did him no good at all.

Regardless of the outcome tonight, Wen Zhiyan has already said what needs to be said. As for the rest, there will be plenty of time to figure it out in the future.

So Wen Zhiyan looked at the valuable watch on his wrist, stood up, and said to Jiang Lan, "It's getting late, so you go to bed early, and I'll go back first."

Jiang Lan nodded and couldn't wait to say, "Okay."

It's not that he hates being alone with Wen Zhiyan, it's just that the situation tonight is really bad. Jiang Lan always feels confused and terribly embarrassed.

After he finished speaking, he watched Wen Zhiyan walk towards the door with long legs.

Just when Wen Zhiyan put his hand on the door handle, he put it down again and looked back at Jiang Lan:

"Brother Lan, can I borrow your bathroom?"

Jiang Lan frowned: "You don't have a room. " Bathroom?"

"Yes." Wen Zhiyan said matter-of-factly, "But I don't want to share it with other strangers."

Jiang Lan knew that Wen Zhiyan was too busy with trivial matters, so she didn't say no to him. Waving his hand: "Hurry up."

Wen Zhiyan got Jiang Lan's approval and walked into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door, he saw a pair of nondescript black boxer briefs thrown in the sink.

At this time, Jiang Lan's mind was still filled with everything that happened tonight with Wen Zhiyan.

He hadn't been this embarrassed in years.

Or maybe he was embarrassed, but he didn't care, so he didn't feel ashamed.

But facing Wen Zhiyan, it was hard for Jiang Lan not to care.

He sat on the corner of the bed and rubbed his face with some annoyance, then set his eyes on the shiny translucent frosted glass door of the bathroom.

It was quiet at this time.

There is the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Jiang Lan listened to the continuous sound of running water and wondered when Wen Zhiyan had contracted mysophobia again. It took so long to wash his hands.

It wasn't until he saw Wen Zhiyan opening the bathroom door and walking out with a small ball of black cloth that he realized what the continuous sound of water flowing just now meant.

"Brother Lan, you forgot to wash, let me dry it for you." Wen Zhiyan said calmly.

It sounds like washing your ex's underwear while going to the bathroom is a very natural and common thing.

Jiang Lan took a deep breath, stepped forward to grab her underwear, and angrily drove Wen Zhiyan out, or shamelessly pretended that nothing happened, choosing the latter.

He sat on the edge of the bed and did not move. He just said to Wen Zhiyan calmly: "Thank you, please."

Jiang Lan watched Wen Zhiyan walk to the window with the black cloth, lowered the clothes drying pole, and then put the The ball of fabric was shaken a few times and hung on a small clip. In order to keep it flat, the wrinkles that had been washed out were stretched out.

He gritted his teeth and thought that it was like this anyway, so he might as well break the jar again.

He said: "Right."

Wen Zhiyan looked back at him: "Huh?"

Jiang Lan didn't look into Wen Zhiyan's eyes, only looked at the lines on the curtains, and pretended to be calm: "Do you have any extra underwear? Lend me two."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself with his backhand.

If one isn't enough, I'll just ask for two. Jiang Lan, what are you thinking about?

However, the water that is thrown out by speaking out has already been said and there is no way to take it back.

Fortunately, Wen Zhiyan didn't seem too surprised by this.

He remained calm and stood under the clothes drying pole: "Yes, yes, but I have worn them all. Brother Lan, you..."

Jiang Lan coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment:

"It's not the first time I've worn it, either. Just make do with it, I forgot to bring it."

Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan with a half-smile, and his eyes gradually moved from Jiang Lan's face to his thighs: "No wonder you didn't wear it, I thought you did it on purpose. ....."

"Shut up, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll borrow it from Pei Du," Jiang Lan interrupted Wen Zhiyan harshly and threatened.

As soon as Wen Zhiyan heard this, the smile on his face disappeared.

He looked at Jiang Lan: "What if I didn't come? Are you really going to borrow it from Pei Du?"

Facing Wen Zhiyan's displeased look, Jiang Lan subconsciously denied it: "Of course not..."

He I still want to say to Wen Zhiyan forcefully: I don’t have to wear it!

But before the words came out, he stopped the car again. After all, he had no relationship with Wen Zhiyan now. If anything, Wen Zhiyan was just an ex who had just washed his underwear.

So he met Wen Zhiyan's eyes again and bluffed: "Do you care?"

Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan's attitude and originally wanted to say something to him, but after thinking about it, he held back. .

Although he knew that Jiang Lan would definitely not borrow money from Pei Du under normal circumstances, he was afraid that with Jiang Lan's temperament of not making steamed buns to compete for reputation, he would dare to do such a reckless thing.

So he just pulled a face, said oh, passed by Jiang Lan, opened the door and left Jiang Lan's bedroom.

Jiang Lan originally wanted to see Wen Zhiyan frustrated, but now that he saw it, he didn't feel happy.

He looked at the bedroom door that was closed by Wen Zhiyan and cursed in a low voice:

"You son of a bitch."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Lan's bedroom door was knocked again.

He opened the door a crack and stretched out his hand, as if refusing to let Wen Zhiyan in again.

Wen Zhiyan didn't say anything else, he just handed the small bag in his hand to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan took the bag, put his hand back in the door, and said to Wen Zhiyan:

"Thank you."

Wen Zhiyan took a step back, gave a safe distance, and said to Jiang Lan: "Good night, Brother Lan."

Jiang Lan The Adam's apple moved: "Good night."

This night, although there was no incense, Jiang Lan unexpectedly slept well.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already penetrated the gap in the curtains and shone into the room.

Jiang Lan picked up the small alarm clock from the bedside and looked at the time, nine o'clock and seven.

He stretched his waist, sat up from the bed, and looked at the camera in the corner of the room. Sure enough, the red dot had already lit up.

Jiang Lan stretched out a leg, hooked the backpack on the ground, and then desperately picked out the relatively not-so-outrageous old cadre POLO shirt and put it on his head.

He rummaged through his backpack and luckily found a pair of decent black pants. He put them on without hesitation. After washing, he casually fixed his hair and went out.

As soon as he arrived in the living room and faced everyone's gazes on him, Jiang Lan realized that he was actually the last one to get up.

But that probably wouldn't make everyone look at him like this, right?

So Jiang Lan asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Everyone looked at each other, Xu Can pointed in the direction of the projection wall, and was the first to say:

"Just now, the staff announced the results of last night's voting."

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