Chapter 25 Thank you, but we broke up.

Wen Zhiyan breathed in Jiang Lan's breath greedily.

He kissed the side of Jiang Lan's neck and told him,

"No, Brother Lan, it has nothing to do with you."

It has nothing to do with you.

These four words seemed to clear Jiang Lan of responsibility, but they did not make Jiang Lan feel any better.

He pressed his fingers on Wen Zhiyan's long-healed scar and couldn't stop trembling.

Jiang Lan knew that Wen Zhiyan was stubborn and forcing him forcefully could not open his mouth.

In a weak tone, he said a prayer that Wen Zhiyan could not refuse.

"Tell me, Wen Zhiyan, please."

Wen Zhiyan pondered for a moment and said softly:

"It's just that I used some unscrupulous means to protect myself."

But he still didn't say the reason. He just said, "Don't ask Brother Lan. It's not an important matter. It's over."

Just when Jiang Lan was about to say something about this issue again, Wen Zhiyan suddenly changed the subject and let go of Jiang Lan. Lan distanced herself from him and asked,

"What about you? What happened in the car accident?"

Jiang Lan swallowed back what he had just said.

He looked at Wen Zhiyan's serious face and frowned:

"Didn't I already tell you? It was just a broken rib. It was just an accident. Everyone may encounter accidents. This is normal."

Wen Zhiyan told Jiang I didn’t believe a word of Lan’s words.

He looked into Jiang Lan's eyes: "Was it when we just separated?"

Jiang Lan couldn't face the feeling of being interrogated by Wen Zhiyan.

He turned his head, took two steps towards the window, took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

But when he touched the lighter in the other pocket, he gave up his intention to smoke and took the cigarette from his mouth.

"Smoke if you want." Wen Zhiyan said.

Jiang Lan still tilted his head, avoiding Wen Zhiyan's gaze, and said a little irritably:

"I didn't bring a fire."

Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan's side face, took out a silver roller lighter from his body, and lit it. It was on fire and held up in front of Jiang Lan.

The tiny flames reflected Wen Zhiyan's slender and clean fingers.

Jiang Lan didn't want to look into Wen Zhiyan's eyes, so he just put the cigarette in his mouth again, lowered his head and borrowed Wen Zhiyan's fire.

He took a deep breath and answered Wen Zhiyan's previous question:

"Three months after you left."

Wen Zhiyan fell silent. When he first returned to the Wen family, Mr. Wen had just been admitted to the secondary hospital due to some minor illnesses, but Wen Zhiyan's two brothers seemed to have sensed an opportunity and started to make moves.

The first six months after Wen Zhiyan returned to the Wen family, it was a time when he was surrounded by crises and was at a loss to do anything.

Wen Zhiyan was too busy thinking about himself at the time and didn't know about Jiang Lan's car accident. He didn't know whether it was an accident or someone did it deliberately.

He didn't speak, Jiang Lan also remained silent, and the whole room became extremely silent.

Only rust roses and tobacco smoke kept shouting in the air, reminding Jiang Lan that he almost lost control here not long ago.

Jiang Lan couldn't tell what Wen Zhiyan was thinking. He finished smoking, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, turned around and said to Wen Zhiyan:

" I'm going back."

Wen Zhiyan seemed to have calmed down and grabbed Jiang Lan's clothes:

"Going back so early?"

Jiang Lan didn't agree to Wen Zhiyan's euphemism to stay. He turned back and looked at Wen Zhiyan: "You? Are you in a hurry?"

Wen Zhiyan was stunned, then shook his head, then chuckled, and let go of Jiang Lan's clothes:

"I'm not

in a hurry, he can spend the rest of his life. , took them all out and consumed them with Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan nodded, said hello, and left Wen Zhiyan's room.

He returned to his bedroom, lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then sat up again, took out an old lighter from his pocket, and lit the incense box on the bedside table.

It wasn't until the familiar aroma of ebony slowly overflowed and lingered around Jiang Lan that Jiang Lan finally took a breath.

He lay back on the bed, took out his mobile phone from the bag of his new underwear under the pillow, and first looked through the useful or useless messages in the past two days.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he logged into his own account on a social media platform.

As expected, I received a series of private messages from an account called [waves].

【how's it going? ]

[Are you discharged from the hospital? what did the doctor say? 】

【Pay attention to rest and diet these days. Don't be too tired. Contact me when you have time. 】

Jiang Lan sent a message a few days ago, telling waves that he was in a susceptible period and might need to be hospitalized. To this day, waves sends a message every morning after midnight.

Jiang Lan replied:

[Thank you. I was discharged from the hospital yesterday morning. I didn’t bother to reply to your message. I’m sorry. ]

The other party seemed to have been waiting for Jiang Lan's message. Almost as soon as Jiang Lan sent the message, he received a reply from the other party:

[Still not asleep? 】

Jiang Lan and this waves, speaking of it, are somewhat destined.

His social media account has always been in the hands of the company and is being kept by his manager Ji Wanxing.

Usually only some work promotions and various business matters are sent.

He has a private account of his own, which is not certified, and he has been using it since he was in college.

It allows him to browse the news at his leisure. When he is in a good mood, he can write a few comments and join in the fun with netizens.

He first noticed Waves because seven years ago, Waves published an article about the love between two alphas.

At that time, Jiang Lan was still with Wen Zhiyan, and he was deeply touched by this. He liked it and sent a private message:

[Best wishes for a long time. 】

At that time, this wave did not reply to Jiang Lan’s message.

But after two years, he suddenly replied to Jiang Lan like a fake:

[Thank you, but we broke up. ]

At that time, Jiang Lan and Wen Zhiyan also broke up.

So after hesitating again and again, he replied:

[Me too. 】

After that time, it took a long time for the other party to reply to Jiang Lan's message.

He said:

[Are you okay? ]

Jiang Lan was not used to showing his vulnerable side to strangers. Even though he felt bad about himself, when he saw the news about waves, he replied in a joking tone:

[How should I say it? Still alive. ]

Unexpectedly, the other party replied:

[It’s not good. I feel like I’m about to die. 】

That night, Jiang Lan felt that he saw himself in the other person.

From the perspective of a bystander, he persuaded Waves for a long time. In the end, Jiang Lan couldn't tell whether he was comforting Waves or comforting himself.

Since then, the contact between the two has become frequent.

Jiang Lan seemed to regard Waves as a tree hole, and often kept to himself to chat with him about his current situation.

But after all, he was just a stranger on the Internet, so Jiang Lan was careful not to reveal anything about his work or anything too private.

At this moment, he was looking at the message from waves, but he couldn't help but want to tell him about Wen Zhiyan.

After all, Waves should be regarded as the only person in the world who knows about his and Wen Zhiyan's past, except for him and Wen Zhiyan.

He replied:

[I saw him. 】