Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

When Sheng Ling walked in, he saw Yi Wulan was talking on the phone with his mobile phone, his upper body was casually covered with a blanket, and the buttons of his dark blue pajamas were unbuttoned due to sleep, revealing a small piece of white and delicate skin.

Sheng Ling stepped forward, pulled up the quilt calmly, covering the blinding whiteness.

Yi Wulan glanced at him, and said to the other end of the phone: "Okay, I see, I'll go get it myself later."

Sheng Ling opened the window and moved a potted flower on the table outside the window.

Yi Wulan loves flowers, but there are too many flowers in the family, and sometimes he can't take care of them when he draws pictures.

Both of them valued the private sphere.

So even Sheng Ling learned how to take care of flowers.

Sheng Ling sprayed the flowers with a watering can, and asked Yi Wulan, "What do you get?"

Yi Wulan leaned on the bed: "Some time ago, a designer live broadcast competition was held, and the most popular one will get a prize."

Sheng Ling laughed: "So you took the first place."

"That's right, it's strange that you didn't take the first place."

As the person closest to Yi Wulan, Sheng Ling understood the charm of this person very well, just like last night, the sudden heart beating and uncontrollable emotional surge.

He thought, maybe Yi Wulan is such a person, who can easily seduce people's itch, maybe it's Yi Wulan's inherent traits.

Yi Wulan pulled a pillow and hugged lazily: "Why didn't you go to the company today? I remember you had a meeting with a foreign company this morning."

Sheng Ling looked at the hibiscus flower on the window sill that was close to blooming, with dew still condensing on it, took the scissors and cut the flower off, and handed it to Yi Wulan: "Your flower."

Yi Wulan looked at the flower and smiled: "You pick it off if it's so good? You don't cherish it if it's my flower."

Sheng Ling laughed softly, seeing that Yi Wulan didn't pick it up, he put the flowers in the bottle, explained "it's almost open", and then answered Yi Wulan's last question: "That foreign company is too angry. Ao, need to be cold."

Only Sheng Ling could understate the cold treatment of a multinational company.

In fact, this is only one reason, and another reason is that Sheng Ling stayed up all night thinking about Yi Wulan's words yesterday, thinking about what will happen when Yi Wulan wakes up tonight, thinking about Yi Wulan's hangover, and thinking about being tossed all night.

He didn't really understand why he wanted to do this.

Obviously, it's just a stand-in.

The two take what they need, a simple and clear relationship.

But he just couldn't help thinking about it, thinking about the phrase "but I love you", thinking about the bright moonlight at night, thinking about Yi Wulan's smile with his curved eyes.

It's not like he didn't stay up all night and couldn't sleep. In the years in the army, because he practiced martial arts since he was a child, he has a good body, a good brain and a high degree of education.

He will be assigned to do any dangerous and important tasks.

I have won several first-class merits, and I have broken through the gap between life and death several times.

The most difficult time, he went to rescue a national treasure-level scientist who had mastered state secrets. That place was the enemy's base camp, and the weapons stored there could almost blow up a city.

No one dared to go, so he went.

I didn't close my eyes for three whole days and narrowly escaped death.

When he came back, he received a call from Yi Wulan. At that time, Yi Wulan met his mother because of an art exhibition. Both of them loved to see the exhibition. Sometimes his mother

If he feels unwell and unwilling to tell him, Yi Wulan will call.

On the way back that day, he heard Yi Wulan talk about his mother's body. Yi Wulan's voice was cool but gentle, and Sheng Ling only felt comfortable listening to it.

Calmly - Lured Yi Wulan to talk about the art exhibition, a long list of artists' names, and paintings with profound meaning.

He would be bored listening to it at another time, but that day his nerves were soothed.

Yi Wulan didn't know that he was seriously injured. He calmly hid his rather serious injuries. This is also his habit, or character, which always maintains a strong and almost indestructible appearance.

Including now that the two are married, the Sheng family is a big family, and there must be some dirty things, but Sheng Ling will hardly let Yi Wulan get in touch with any dark side of the Sheng family. Since he can resist, he will not let Yi Wulan to face these.

Just an understatement, fortunately, it was revealed.

Sheng Ling didn't know why he remembered that long phone call today, maybe it was because he was standing here with the fragrance of flowers and Yi Wulan leaning on the bed.It is a stable state.

There is a faint floral fragrance in the air, not any kind of flower fragrance, there are many flowers growing on the windowsill, mixed together, it is a natural and light smell.

It had rained at night, and the dampness soaked in.

Yi Wulan hugged the pillow, lazily took a pen and a piece of paper to sketch something casually.

Sheng Ling stared at Yi Wulan for a while, the two tacitly did not mention what happened last night, as if neither the moonlight nor the words spoken last night existed.

Sheng Ling waited on the flowers, looked back and saw that Yi Wulan still hadn't got up, so he lowered his body and buried his head on Yi Wulan's neck: "The top note is rose grass, the middle note is lemongrass, and the tail note is sandalwood and smoke. smoke?"

Warm but spicy.

Sheng Ling's warm breath sprayed on the back of his neck, causing a thin itching and shivering.

Yi Wulan likes roses, but doesn't like perfumes that are too rose-scented. She has a cold temper, but likes warm perfumes.

Sheng Ling has smelled several of Yi Wulan's favorite perfumes, warm ones, incense ones, warm top notes and cool back notes,

It doesn't fit this person's personality, but it fits Yi Wulan's posture on the bed, like warm and sweet rose water, even the breath is ambiguous and seductive.

Yi Wulan lowered her eyes and slightly curled her lips.

He stretched out his arms to hug Sheng Ling, but he didn't mind Sheng Ling's "enthusiasm" in this regard.

After all, you have already decided to leave, so why not get drunk before leaving.

Then, gouge out the things that have grown in my heart for ten years, and break them clean.

The fragrance of flowers drifts along with the ambiguous voice.

The moist air outside the window seemed to penetrate into the room and into the bodies of the two of them.

Yi Wulan felt like her waist was about to break after being hangovered all morning.

In the afternoon, I will go to pick up the award-winning works.

On the contrary, Sheng Ling was full of energy. He didn't sleep all night last night, and he was tossing around again this morning. It didn't affect him at all.

Yi Wulan nestled under the quilt, stretched out her hand and took out the hibiscus in the vase on the table, and threw it at Sheng Ling: "Take your flower."

Who cares about Shengling's hibiscus.

While buttoning his cuff buttons, Sheng Ling raised his eyebrows, took Mu Furong and put it in the pocket of his windbreaker.

Leaning down, brushing Yi Wulan's soft black hair lightly, and placing a kiss on the forehead.

The door was closed, Yi Wulan covered the quilt and continued to sleep until three o'clock in the afternoon, and received the invitation letter from the official pheromones, which was the same as the news Yi Wulan had received through the people in the design circle before, and the competition was broadcast live form, and the final product to be delivered is the finished perfume bottle, not a design draft.

Yi Wulan got up, it seemed that Liujin Art Museum had to go.

Five p.m.

The Liujin Art Museum is grand and magnificent, with pieces of artwork placed in transparent crystal cabinets, and the lights on the top falling down, illuminating the entire art gallery with brilliant lights.

Li Fugui bent down to look at a crown inlaid with big red diamonds and broken diamonds, and praised: "This collection can catch up with museums, the owner of Liujin Art Museum is so rich."

Such a big crown, it says on the label, it was worn by a princess of a small country when she got married, and it was just randomly placed in a not-so-central showcase.

The music played in the art gallery was a well-known opera, the tenor sang extremely loudly, and the last note was so long that it made one's scalp numb.

Yi Wulan stood and carefully observed a classic [-]th-century diamond necklace. This opportunity is rare. Liujin Art Museum is generally not open to outsiders. Even if it is open, it will not open the most central areas.

It is the private collection of the owner of the art museum, and ordinary people cannot see it.

Yi Wulan also came to accept the award this time, so he had the opportunity to come here.

The result of the live broadcast competition of the designer who was quite speechless before came out, and Yi Wulan took No.1 without a doubt.

Just after answering Li Fugui's call this morning, Yi Wulan received a call from the organizer, and he realized that the prize was provided by the owner of Liujin Art Museum.

The air conditioner in the art museum was turned on a little low, Li Fugui tightened his coat tightly: "Lan'er, why did you agree to come to the scene to receive the award this time, and you even dragged me along?"

"According to your usual personality, isn't it always sent to your address?"

Yi Wulan walked a few more steps, admiring the little black dress placed in the display cabinet next to the necklace, with small folds and a velvet bow tied at the waist, full of soft and charming temperament.

Yi Wulan replied casually while watching: "Pheromone sent a letter to each designer participating in the competition. The format of the competition has become a live broadcast, and the rules of the competition have become that each designer directly brings the finished product of the perfume bottle."

Li Fugui's face is full of shit, this is too much, the designer only draws the design drawing, but now he has to make the finished product, a perfume bottle looks small, but the design should be reflected in reality, It's not easy to make it.

"But, it's only been 20 days." Li Fugui couldn't help but said, "How come it's too late!"

"It's too late." Yi Wulan smiled softly, "That's why I came to Liujin Art Museum today."

Li Fugui reacted for a while, and then suddenly realized, yes, besides the collection worth hundreds of billions, Liujin Art Museum also has a famous point - Liujin Studio.

"Look, here we come."

Yi Wulan turned around calmly.

The high-pitched opera enters the lyrical place.

The inner door opened, and a man in a light gray suit appeared in view. He was tall, with a straight nose and deep eyes. He wore a small diamond ring on the little finger of his left hand. Behind him was a secretary who took out documents for him to sign.

Yi Wulan curled her lips calmly: "Didn't you ask me who the owner of this art gallery is?"

"It's him, Sheng Ling's uncle, Sheng Jue."

The author has something to say: The third green hat is here

Originally, this chapter was 5000 words long, but I deleted half of it because I was dissatisfied. Tao was really busy during this period. I originally finished the exam on Friday and thought I had time, but another paper came on Saturday.

But Tao didn't want to reduce the quality of this book because of her busy schedule, so she wrote it carefully for a long time.

Tao said that this was not for excuses, it was really not intentional, and the update owed today will definitely be made up this week.

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