Chapter 111 Teacher Jiang, come up here and I will carry you back.

It’s not that Jiang Lan hasn’t thought of other ways. He took Wen Zhiyan’s pheromone gene sequence and asked the manufacturer of the pheromone perfume. The customization price was too high, and it required Start by collecting a pheromone sample.

Helpless, Jiang Lan could only continue to look for alternatives online.

He didn't know how much he searched, but one day he unexpectedly received a recommendation from a public account for customized aromatherapy.

Jiang Lan turned a dead horse into a living doctor and went to the seller to have some communication.

Soon, he received his first small tin box.

That smell made Jiang Lan sleep well for the first time after Wen Zhiyan left.

After that, Jiang Lan kept buying for seven years, and now there is still a drawer full of inventory in the drawer at home.

Looking back now, it turns out that this seemingly happy coincidence was actually someone's deliberate act.

He asked Wen Zhiyan: "So, is your pheromone really extracted from that aromatherapy?"

Wen Zhiyan hummed: "The technology was provided by the pheromone perfume manufacturer. I signed the contract. I bought it only for my own production and not for sale to anyone else."

Jiang Lan was stunned: "But didn't you open that official account?"

Wen Zhiyan did not deny it: "But you are the only follower of that official account. He smiled and said, "

This is the most loss-making business I have ever done in so many years. I haven't made a penny. It's been seven years now and I haven't even made back the money I paid for the technology."

A box of scented candles 2. Fifteen dollars.

There has been no price increase in seven years.

If you only sell it to Jiang Lan, you'll be damned if you can make it back.

Jiang Lan didn't ask Wen Zhiyan why he hadn't contacted him for so many years.

He felt that he had some suspicions, and it was just because of the snakes and scorpions in the Wen family. Wen insisted that it was difficult to protect himself, so how could he drag him into trouble.

Jiang Lan clung to Wen Zhiyan, breathing in his scent greedily.

He said the first soft words since the two reunited:

"Wen Zhiyan, I miss you so much."

Wen Zhiyan tilted his head and gently kissed the top of Jiang Lan's hair.

After a long while, he said:

"I regret it, Brother Lan. It's quite a waste of time to chase you again on this damn show."

Jiang Lan was funny:

"I chose it, and I will suffer it."

Wen Zhiyan stretched out his hand and pinched it . Touching Jiang Lan's cheek, he raised his head and leaned in to kiss him.

Jiang Lan felt the warmth on his lips and listened to the sound of the waves rising and falling in his ears. His heart felt peaceful like never before in the past seven years.

The entangled lips and teeth between the alphas may not always be as passionate as conquering the city. At least at this moment, there is only delicateness, peace, and tenderness between them.

Jiang Lan felt so comfortable being kissed by Wen Zhiyan that her whole body went limp and she wanted to sleep.

After he couldn't help but yawn, Wen Zhiyan smiled and pinched his nose:

"Is it so boring to kiss me?"

Jiang Lan shook her head and reached out to touch Wen Zhiyan's abdominal muscles: " It's not boring, can't you see that I enjoy it?"

Wen Zhiyan pinched his face and said, "Then go back and let me help you sleep?"

After a day of tossing, Jiang Lan was indeed a little sleepy. He would catch a cold if he slept on the beach next to the sea using the ground as a mat. He really wanted to hold Wen Zhiyan here for just one night.

Wen Zhiyan stood up and looked at the time. It happened to be the time to turn off all the cameras.

He stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Lan up from the ground, then squatted down in front of him and said to Jiang Lan:

"Teacher Jiang, come up, I will carry you back."

Jiang Lan looked at Wen Zhiyan's broad back and started again I feel like crying.

In Jiang Lan's twenty-nine years, only Jiang's father turned his back on him when he was alive.

Later, when he met Wen Zhiyan, he thought that he would carry Wen Zhiyan on his back for the rest of his life, but he never expected that one day, after going round and round, Wen Zhiyan half-crouched in front of him and said to himself:

"I will carry you on my back." Go back."

He was ashamed of himself for being more sentimental tonight than he had been in twenty years.

He sniffed and lay on Wen Zhiyan's back.

Wen Zhiyan stood up holding Jiang Lan's thigh, weighed him up, and walked steadily towards the sand house in the distance step by step.

Jiang Lan held Wen Zhiyan's neck, put his cheek on the back of his neck, and asked him:

"Can I smell your pheromones?"

Wen Zhiyan was helpless: "You have to stick it on my glands "Do you smell it?"

Jiang Lan asked, "Can't you?"

Wen insisted, "Are you sure you can accept this concentration?"

Jiang Lan kissed the back of his neck and said cheerfully, "Don't worry, you are still afraid of me. Suddenly I can't think of beating you."

Wen Zhiyan wanted to say something else, but Jiang Lan said,

"Can you please be quiet? I'm not going to bite you. Every time I want to smell your pheromones, you hesitate. Why are you so stingy with me?"

Wen Zhiyan could only swallow what he originally wanted to say.

A faint scent of ebony amber surged out from Wen Zhiyan's glands and went straight into Jiang Lan's breath.

Jiang Lan took a deep breath and felt that the glands on the back of her neck began to heat up and pulse.

He pinched Wen Zhiyan's chest muscles and said, "It's better to take it back. I really want to fight you again."

Wen Zhiyan quickly and skillfully controlled the pheromones he was emitting.

Although Jiang Lan got his wish and smelled Wen Zhiyan's pheromones, he felt that something was not right.

It seems like something is different from before.

But this kind of feeling was too illusory. Jiang Lan couldn't figure out what was wrong with this for a while.

Wen Zhiyan carried Jiang Lan all the way back to the sand house.

They left the door unlocked when they came out, and the lamp in the room was still on.

When Jiang Lan arrived at the door, he jumped off Wen Zhiyan's back. He opened the door and walked in. As expected, Pei Du did not come back.

I don't know whether he went to harass Qiao Xin or went to Ye Qiunian to cultivate feelings.

Jiang Lan locked the door with his backhand, closed the curtains, and climbed into the double bed with Wen Zhiyan one after another.

Wen Zhiyan yawned and said a little tiredly:

"Are you sleeping, Brother Lan?"

Jiang Lan looked at Wen Zhiyan's face and raised his hand to touch his forehead:

"Are you sick? Why do you look listless?

Wen Zhiyan shook his head: "I'm just sleepy. Go to sleep." Jiang

Lan touched his forehead again and turned off the light after confirming that Wen Zhiyan was not feverish.

The two hugged each other, and Jiang Lan closed her eyes, but she was not sleepy.

After a long time, when Wen Zhiyan's breathing gradually became even, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly opened his eyes:

"Wen Zhiyan, why are your pheromones so weak?!"