Chapter 117 I’ve never seen you cry. Can you show me how you cry?

Qiao Xin knew the investors of the show very well, and to put it bluntly, she felt that Wen Zhiyan could not have anticipated this situation.

She touched her chin: "This is not something we should worry about. The program team will take care of it."

And the facts proved that Qiao Xin was right.

Two hours after the show, someone was sent to issue a notice asking the seven guests to take a day off. The show would resume filming tomorrow morning.

Jiang Lan and Wen Zhiyan will temporarily withdraw from the show, and other guests will appear to take their places.

After Qiao Xin heard this, she frowned and asked the director: "Whose arrangement is this?"

The director probably knew that Qiao Xin and Wen Zhiyan had a close relationship. He said bluntly: "It's Mr. Wen's assistant." Arrangements."

At that time, Jiang Lan also raised relevant questions to Wen Zhiyan.

"If you hold me down here and don't let me move, will our show stop filming?"

He didn't sit on the small wicker chair for long before Wen Zhiyan carried him back to the bed and held him in his arms.

But Wen Zhiyan didn't answer Jiang Lan's question. He just put his cheek on the back of Jiang Lan's neck and fell asleep.

Jiang Lan continued: "Have you found a new guest? I'll lie here with you. How will the public relations handle this?"

"Are there only seven people left to continue filming?"

"But there are two missing all of a sudden. alpha, gender imbalance, how to shoot? "

"Wouldn't it be easier for Pei Du and Qiao Xin if we leave?"

When Jiang Lan said "Pei Du and Qiao Xin", Wen Zhiyan's hands were still relaxed. , and immediately tightened a lot.

Jiang Lan felt that Wen Zhiyan was not completely immersed in his world, so he said again: "Pei Du and Qiao Xin."

Wen Zhiyan's hand tightened again.

Jiang Lan didn't know whose name touched Wen Zhiyan, so he tried: "Pei Du."

Wen Zhiyan said hard.

Jiang Lan was choked by Wen Zhiyan until she felt like vomiting, so she said again, "Qiao Xin."

Wen Zhiyan tightened his arms.

Jiang Lan scratched Wen Zhiyan's chin with his backhand: "It's because I don't want to hear the names of other alphas."

Wen Zhiyan didn't respond.

Jiang Lan teased him: "Lin Ziyou, Xu Can, Yu Nan."

When Wen Zhiyan heard Jiang Lan keep saying other people's names, he became irritated again. He loosened his hand around Jiang Lan's waist. He moved upward and covered Jiang Lan's mouth.

Jiang Lan laughed out loud. He gently licked Wen Zhiyan's palm and said vaguely:

"Wen Zhiyan, do you want to cover me to death?"

Wen Zhiyan then relaxed his grip on his hand.

He didn't know whether it was because Jiang Lan called his name, or because he was worried that he would really cover Jiang Lan to death.

Jiang Lan was already dizzy from the smell of ebony and amber in the room, and when Wen Zhiyan covered his mouth, he felt even more breathless.

He held Wen Zhiyan's wrist, put Wen Zhiyan's fingertips in his mouth, and gently licked them.

He mumbled and deliberately teased him: "Wen Zhiyan, do you think I'm verbose? Don't you want to listen to me?"

Wen Zhiyan still didn't speak. After hearing Jiang Lan call his name, he kissed him again as if to encourage him. The back of Jiang Lan's neck.

Jiang Lan was scratched by the tip of his teeth, and shrank his neck a little sensitively, and said to him:

"Wen Zhiyan, you have to let someone come in and give you something."

In fact, when Jiang Lan said this , he has been feeling faintly panicked because he hasn't had it for too long. Whenever he thinks of Wen Zhiyan's relentless persecution during his susceptible period, he feels weak in his calves.

Wen Zhiyan still had no reaction.

Jiang Lan found it difficult to deal with Wen Zhiyan's complete refusal to communicate. He did not object to doing something with Wen Zhiyan, but if Wen Zhiyan ignored him and made no preparations, Jiang Lan was worried that he would not survive tomorrow morning.

So he stopped talking and said to Wen Zhiyan:

"Wen Zhiyan, I love you."

"Wen Zhiyan, I miss you very much."

Wen Zhiyan had no reaction.

Jiang Lan was a little disappointed, and asked in a low voice, "Can you hear me?"

He still didn't wait for Wen Zhiyan's reply, but after a while, he felt warm liquid dripping from his glands.

In an instant, Jiang Lan's heart twitched.

He was about to turn over and hug Wen Zhiyan when he heard Wen Zhiyan speak.

His voice was hoarse and low, with indescribable emotions, like pain, unbearable mixed with a hint of prayer and expectation.

He said: "Brother Lan, don't leave."

Although Jiang Lan had been worried about Wen Zhiyan's condition and what he was about to face, his mood was not heavy.

Even more relaxed than last night.

Because the arrival of Wen Zhiyan's susceptible period is enough to show that Wen Zhiyan's glands have no major problems, which overturns Jiang Lan's worries last night.

As long as you are healthy, everything will be fine.

He didn't find it difficult to accompany Wen Zhiyan through the susceptible period, because Wen Zhiyan had always been restrained and rarely showed possessiveness and control over Jiang Lan beyond the normal range.

Jiang Lan could only feel Wen Zhiyan's absolute possessiveness towards him during Wen Zhiyan's vulnerable period.

This gave Jiang Lan a morbid sense of satisfaction and felt that she was strongly needed.

Jiang Lan had never seen Wen Zhiyan's tears.

Whether it was when Wen Zhiyan was surrounded and bullied when they first met, or when they broke up later, when he was covered with all kinds of tubes and lying half-dead on the hospital bed, or what happened on the eve of their breakup. In a quarrel.

Wen Zhiyan has never shed tears.

Jiang Lan held Wen Zhiyan's wrist, turned around, and held Wen Zhiyan in his arms:

"I won't leave, Wen Zhiyan."

He wanted to say that he was actually hearing Lin Ziyou talking about the alpha pervert. I feel a little envious when it comes to possessiveness.

He thought countless times that if Wen Zhiyan was perverted enough, he could tie himself to him and prevent him from contacting anyone.

He didn't know if such feelings would be suffocating, but he felt that he wouldn't actually be too unwilling.

But he couldn't say it. He was afraid that if he said it, Wen Zhiyan would think that he was the pervert.

So he sniffed, held Wen Zhiyan's chin, raised his face, stared at his moist eyelashes and said,

"Yanyan, did you cry just now?"

Wen Zhiyan did not respond to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan then pressed forward and said,

"I've never seen you cry. Can you show me how you cry?"

Wen Zhiyan's eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn't say anything, but just leaned over and kissed Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan put his hand into the quilt and said between his lips: "Wen Zhiyan, I feel what you want to do, why don't you do it? What are you holding back?"

Wen Zhiyan felt the warmth of Jiang Lan's fingertips. He spoke again and answered the question:

"Brother Lan, don't cry."