Chapter 9 Don't hide, Brother Lan, I'll hug you, please.

Wen Zhiyan's slightly cold hands touched Jiang Lan's warm skin, making Jiang Lan couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously moved to the corner of the room. Look at the camera.

The red dot that was originally on has now gone out.

Although it is a live broadcast, it is impossible for the program team to really show the guests' sleeping postures to the audience all night long.

Therefore, after twelve o'clock, the live broadcast will be cut off.

But Jiang Lan still reached out and pinched Wen Zhiyan's wrist, stopping his movement:

"Wen Zhiyan, don't touch me."

Wen Zhiyan raised his eyes, looked into Jiang Lan's eyes, and after a moment, he retracted his hand obediently. , said calmly: "Sorry, I didn't mean anything else."

When Jiang Lan heard Wen Zhiyan's suddenly cold tone, he felt unhappy again.

He gathered up his bathrobe, turned his head and looked at the floor lamp beside the bed:

"Just say what you have to say, it's getting late."

Wen Zhiyan sat across from Jiang Lan with a casual posture and said "Good morning" A line that should be said immediately upon reunion.

He said: "Brother Lan, long time no see."

Jiang Lan saw Wen Zhiyan spit out these four words calmly as he hoped, and felt a tightness in his chest and a feeling of anger.

He closed his eyes and said,

"Wen Zhiyan, you know, I don't like to hear such polite words."

Wen Zhiyan lowered his head and his eyes fell on Jiang Lan's two calves exposed outside the bathrobe: "It's not polite . , before getting down to business, there must be some preparation, right?"

Jiang Lan sneered when he heard this:

"You have really changed."

In the past, Wen Zhiyan was straightforward and unscrupulous. It caused him to fight with other alphas frequently, but now he has become more tactful and knows what paving the way is.

Jiang Lan found that from the moment Wen Zhiyan appeared in front of him, no matter what he said or did, he couldn't help but compare him now with his past.

He didn't know whether he was nostalgic for something or looking forward to something, and he didn't know what the significance of this comparison was.

Wen Zhiyan chuckled softly when he heard this: "After so many years, it will become normal, and I can't. It's like you said, I never make any progress."

His tone was still light, not cold, and there was no unnecessary emotion. , only simple easy-going.

Jiang Lan was speechless.

He did say that Wen Zhiyan was not motivated.

Come to think of it, probably in the last six months before the breakup, he said this to Wen Zhiyan more than once.

As for the reasons, there were so many that Jiang Lan couldn't remember them all for a moment.

Maybe he said the same angry words every couple said when they quarreled, or maybe he meant it a few times.

Jiang Lan suddenly felt very tired. He didn't want to continue to recall all the unpleasantness in the past at this time.

So he softened his tone and said to Wen Zhiyan: "There's no need to pave the way. It's not necessary. Just say it."

Jiang Lan said there was no need to pave the way, and Wen Zhiyan stopped talking any more high-sounding nonsense.

He looked at Jiang Lan's slightly numb face and said bluntly: "Brother Lan, have you ever thought about starting over in these years?"

Jiang Lan couldn't understand the meaning of Wen Zhi's words for a while: "From now on If you leave, I will start over again."

Wen Zhiyan looked at his side face and said, "What I mean is, have you ever thought about following me and starting over again?"

Jiang Lan felt that his glands were starting again . It kept jumping.

Wen Zhiyan's question was really tricky.

Jiang Lan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

After thinking about it, what do the hardships he has suffered in the past seven years, the sleep he has lost, the countless dazed moments, and the countless dreams he has had about Wen Zhiyan count?

Jiang Lan didn't think about the answer. He couldn't say it because he was afraid of thunder.

Jiang Lan raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck, saying vaguely:

"What if you have thought about it, so what if you haven't thought about it. Some things are in the past as they are in the past. Everyone is at fault. Why bother thinking so much? I can't sleep in vain. "

Jiang Lan felt that Wen Zhiyan had changed, but in fact, he himself had changed.

Seven years ago, he would not have been able to master this kind of nonsense literary skill, which is the same as what is said and what is not said, but now he can master it easily.

"Really?" Wen Zhiyan heard the words and his tone was slightly raised.

Jiang Lan was about to continue speaking harshly, but saw Wen Zhiyan bend down and pick up a small, ordinary gray iron box from his feet.

It's Jiang Lan's incense box.

When Jiang Lan saw this, his first reaction was not to let Wen Zhiyan know what was inside.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa and rushed towards Wen Zhiyan. He was about to snatch the aromatherapy box away, but Wen Zhiyan raised his hand and dodged it.

Jiang Lan's feet were unsteady and she fell into Wen Zhiyan's arms.

In panic, he subconsciously reached out to find a point of support, but he pressed it on Wen Zhiyan's lower abdomen.

Wen Zhiyan let out a painful groan, and Jiang Lan panicked instantly. He let go of his hand and let himself sit in Wen Zhiyan's arms: "Are you okay?"

Wen Zhiyan felt the heavy touch in his arms. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As soon as Jiang Lan heard Wen Zhiyan laughing, he knew that he was pretending again. He raised his hand and punched Wen Zhiyan, not hard, and said irritably: "Are you interesting?"

Wen Zhiyan arched his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Lan: "Brother Lan, are you so anxious to throw yourself into your arms?"

Jiang Lan sneered and was about to get up from Wen Zhiyan, but Wen Zhiyan grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his arms.

Just when Jiang Lan was about to struggle, he heard Wen Zhiyan whisper in his ear:

"Don't hide, Brother Lan, I'm just going to hug you, please."

The warm breath sprayed in Jiang Lan's ear, and Jiang Lan went numb. .

He gritted his teeth and gave up struggling: "Give me the thing." Wen Zhiyan put his arms around Jiang Lan's waist: "If you don't let me see it, I definitely won't. Give me a hug and I'll give it to you." Wen Zhiyan

put his arms around Jiang Lan's waist.

The embrace of tenacity.

Jiang Lan doesn’t want to?

He never dreamed of it.

But for Jiang Lan, such an embrace was like drinking poison to quench his thirst and fishing for the best. The more greedy he was and couldn't extricate himself, the more painful it would be when he lost it.

That time seven years ago, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a skin cramp. If it happened again, Jiang Lan wouldn't dare to think about it.

So he still pressed Wen Zhiyan's wrist, moved Wen Zhiyan's hand away, stood up from his lap, and said calmly: "It's a beautiful thought, it's just a broken box. I'll give it to you."

He was betting, betting. Wen Zhiyan would not unscrupulously take away the aromatherapy box just because of his words.

To put it another way, even if Wen Zhiyan takes it away, what will happen? The biggest problem is that the incense he used still smells like his pheromones. The worst thing is that he knows that he has been thinking about him for so many years and has to smell it even when he sleeps. Just smell the smell of his pheromones, no big deal...

no big deal.

If Wen Zhiyan really found out, where would he put Jiang Lan's face?

So Jiang Lan went on to say:

"It's nothing more than a sleeping incense. I'm getting older and my sleep is not good. If you want it, take it back and try it. If you like it, I'll give you two more later.

" I mean, I can't sleep well and I rely on this thing to help me sleep. If you Wen Zhiyan ignores you and shamelessly steals people's love, I have nothing to say.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhiyan handed over the aromatherapy box:

"I don't want anything from you."