Chapter 189 Are you fucking sick? If you want to fall in love, you have to ruin me in the middle of the night?

Wen Zhiyan was never one to take rejection well, but only with Jiang Lan, he had to give in.

He thought for a while, summarized his words, gestured with his fingers to mark a distance of about an inch, and said to Jiang Lan:

"That knife penetrated my glands about this deep."

Jiang Lan held Wen Zhi in his hand. Yan's hand tightened subconsciously.

Wen Zhiyan trembled and reminded Jiang Lan: "I'm about to suffocate, can you be gentler?"

Jiang Lan then let out an oh and relaxed his grip.

He wanted to ask Wen Zhiyan if it hurt, but he felt that such a question was nonsense, so he chose to shut up, hummed, and motioned for Wen Zhiyan to continue.

As if he understood what Jiang Lan was thinking, Wen Zhiyan took the initiative and said,

"When the scar heals, you forget the pain. People are like this. Even if the pain was so painful at the time, when I think about it later, I don't remember that feeling at all."

He said: "Actually, it wasn't that bad, but the bad thing was that it was during my susceptible period, and the damage to my glands caused a serious loss of a large amount of pheromones."

"The balance of hormones was disrupted, which made me suffer for a long time. I have been in an extremely depressed state for a while."

At this point, Wen Zhiyan suddenly paused, changed the subject, and said to Jiang Lan, "Tell me something funny, Brother Lan, do you believe that people have souls?"

Jiang Lan felt her heart twisting and uncomfortably. When Wen Zhiyan asked this, she didn't react yet and asked him blankly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhiyan said with a smile, "My soul is out of body. You may not believe it, but I saw the doctor preparing to sign my death notice with my own eyes."

The feeling of suffocation surrounded Jiang Lan again.

Jiang Lan didn't understand how Wen Zhiyan could say such a terrible thing in such a joking tone.

He said angrily: "How is this so funny?"

Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan's raised eyebrows, reached out and pinched his face: "I said there is no need to say it, you have to listen, and you will be angry again. "

Jiang Lan avoided his hand and said, "I'm not angry. It's up to you."

Wen insisted and continued,

"I've been lying in the intensive care unit for more than half a month. When I woke up, I I still remember the first words my mother said to me. "

She said, Wen Zhiyan, you are great. We won this round."

"Jiang Lan, I missed you very much at that time. " I have written many letters to you and burned them myself. I have no memory disorder. I have not contacted you all these years on purpose. "

"Wen Yunqi is only part of the reason. The most important thing is my mother.

" A madman who has long been lost in her husband's betrayal and desire for power and money."

"She can eradicate all the things that hinder me from fighting for the family property regardless of the consequences."

"She has tried many times to see if she still cares about you . , even standing next to my bed all night when I was sleeping, just to hear if I would call your name when I talked in my sleep."

"I couldn't afford the risk."

"So I didn't want to at that time. Live."

Wen Zhiyan said this and stopped talking.

Jiang Lan felt that his eyes were starting to heat up again. He squeezed Wen Zhiyan's wrist and asked him, "Is that why you have this scar?"

Wen Zhiyan did not deny it. He said, "I can only I came here to threaten her. If she stares at me or you like this again, I will die and she will get nothing."

"But actually..."

Wen Zhiyan thought he would mention these things again. Sometimes, he could laugh it off, but when he looked at Jiang Lan's red eyes, he still felt a little choked up in his throat.

He stopped, and after a long time, he collected his emotions and continued: "But actually I don't dare to die, and I don't want to die."

"I'm afraid you are waiting for me."

"Stop talking."

Jiang Lan finally couldn't bear it . Wen Zhiyan interrupted Wen Zhiyan, and his broken voice was forced out of his throat:

"Stop talking about Wen Zhiyan, that's enough."

Wen Zhiyan stopped the topic and asked Jiang Lan: "Brother Lan, what do you want? " Do you want some water?"

Jiang Lan shook his head, not to mention drinking water. He even found it difficult to swallow. He reached out and held Wen Zhiyan in his arms, pressing Wen Zhiyan's head on his chest to stop him. move.

Wen Zhiyan felt a little bored and wanted to change his position: "Brother Lan..."

"Shut up, don't talk."

Jiang Lan almost didn't dare to listen to Wen Zhiyan's voice now, for fear that Wen Zhiyan would say more. After two sentences, I couldn't help but shed tears of embarrassment.

Wen Zhiyan had been suffocated by Jiang Lan for a long time and was a little breathless, so he could only open his mouth and bite Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan was so tickled that he laughed, loosened his hold on Wen Zhiyan's neck, stroked Wen Zhiyan's head, and said distressedly:

"If I could be by your side at that time, I would Okay."

Wen Zhiyan kissed Jiang Lan's chest and told him, "In my heart, you have never left."

When there is something in my heart, I always think about it day and night and have worries.

Now that the truth was revealed unexpectedly, Wen Zhiyan rarely had a good night's sleep.

But after Jiang Lan coaxed Wen Zhiyan to sleep, he kept his eyes open for a long time without feeling sleepy.

He got up and went to the ground, lit a cigarette on the balcony, and then called Ji Wanxing.

It was just after four o'clock in the morning. Ji Wanxing was sleeping with his arms stretched out and drooling. When he was woken up by the ringing of the phone, he was about to curse, but when he looked at the person on the caller ID, he was afraid that something had happened to Jiang Lan.

She suppressed her anger and asked Jiang Lan, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lan said, "Xingxing, I can't sleep."

Ji Wanxing asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel with Mr. Wen?"

Jiang Lan denied, "No. , I simply can’t sleep, and I don’t know who to talk to when I have something on my mind.”

Ji Wanxing has known Jiang Lan for so many years, but she has never received a call from Jiang Lan late at night because of insomnia. She said kindly:

“Then. Tell me?"

Jiang Lan sniffed and said, "I love him so much." "

??"

"No.

Hearing this, Ji Wanxing found it hard to suppress the anger he had just gotten out of bed, and said angrily:

"Are you fucking sick? Are you going to fall in love and you have to come to ruin me in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Lan laughed: "How can this be possible? Is it a waste?"

He knew that after calling Ji Wanxing tonight, he had to give her a satisfactory reason no matter what, so he said something serious before Ji Wanxing got angry:

"Wanxing, I may not be in the company for long. If I go it alone, would you like to change jobs with me? "