Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

The scene was chaotic, the reporters kept rushing forward, but Sheng Jue's words did not stop these people at all.

The security guards of the Sheng family had never seen this scene before, and they didn't know how to react for a while. Fortunately, they were only stunned for a while, and then immediately moved forward to block the reporter.

But this moment was enough for Yi Wulan to be pushed and shoved several times. Sheng Jue held him up, but before he could stabilize himself, he was pushed back. He was fine, and Yi Wulan was in front, directly facing the reporters who rushed up .Several people took pictures directly with their mobile phones.

While grasping Yi Wulan's arm forcefully, Sheng Jue felt that something was wrong with the situation. There were a few reporters who pushed forward like crazy.

The Sheng family had held several charity banquets before, and usually the reporters would not go crazy to this extent, at most they would just stand around the villa and surround people for interviews.

Even if Yi Wulan's popularity is high now, standing on the cusp of the storm, it will not reach this point.

There were only a few dim lights in the backyard, and the light was dim. Sheng Jue looked straight at the reporters through the dim light. The expressions of the few in front were obviously wrong, fanatical and nervous.

Sheng Jue had bad intuition, so he pulled Yi Wulan over and pushed him inside.

With a "bang", someone from behind threw something towards Sheng Jue's back, and what exploded was liquid.

Yi Wulan's eyes widened suddenly, he was almost at the door, and the cold liquid dripped onto his face, smelling fishy.

It was like going back to the teenage years, when a group of reporters swarmed up, and the sound of the hospital ambulance moved from near to far, absurd and illusory.

He staggered towards the hall, a pair of powerful arms hugged him directly.

Familiar body temperature and cool fragrance.

Sheng Ling gave Yi Wulan a hand, let go after holding him steady, and led several members of the military to the backyard.

He was originally in the side hall, Song Chenkai asked him to play cards with the group of childhood friends, a circle of people supported him, and basically all the cards dealt to him were good cards.

Song Chenkai chattered beside him, introducing his cousin, and Sheng Ling beat him twice out of boredom.

I heard someone say that something happened at the south back door, and a group of reporters gathered around a designer like crazy to interview.

With a flick of the card, Sheng Ling immediately walked this way.

"Don't move! The police." Someone took out his ID.

The Sheng family has a military background, and this charity dinner also has the support of the military. A lot of people from the military came to the banquet, and now those who are making trouble outside are directly rounded up.

Sheng Jue and Sheng Ling glanced at each other across the crowd, and instantly understood what the other meant, that something was wrong this time.

The media industry has the keenest sense of smell, and knows where trouble can and cannot be troubled.

A few reporters who took the lead in making trouble were caught, and the trouble basically ended.

Yi Wulan stood in the room, the hall was brightly lit, and people looked here from time to time.

And the chaotic scene just now, and the lingering scene in memory, not stingy with the difference between heaven and hell.

Sheng Ling put down the phone: "They said there was no interrogation, and the reporters in front insisted that they were Yi Wulan's black fans, that's why they acted aggressively."

Sheng Jue blocked Yi Wulan just now and was splashed all over. He just got off after changing clothes, and immediately denied it when he heard this: "Impossible, this situation is not normal, there must be someone behind it."

"Continue to check!"

Sheng Ling put down the phone, ignored Sheng Jue, turned his head and looked down at Yi Wulan who was sitting on the sofa.

Yi Wulan held a cup of hot wolfberry water, her lips were a little pale, and her black eyelashes were moistened by the steam from the hot water in the cup.

Looks cool and crumbly.

Of course Sheng Ling knew something was wrong, but there was no proof.

The backgrounds of those people and their recent property transactions have been checked, and no problems have been found. The person who did this must know the situation of the Sheng family, and has long thought of a way out.

If they can't find out, they can only be dealt with as picking quarrels and breaking into private houses, and they will be detained for ten days and a half months.

But it is definitely necessary to continue to investigate. The other party came to Yi Wulan so much. If Sheng Jue didn't say anything, Sheng Ling would let him continue to investigate, and sooner or later he would find clues.

Yi Wulan put the cup on the coffee table, and said in a low voice: "Since I came here prepared, it's very likely that we won't be able to find out, so don't bother."

What's more, he can probably guess who it is, the purpose of this group of people is obvious.

At that scene, several people pushed and shoved, and several people took pictures with their mobile phones behind them, and uploaded them to the Internet while taking pictures.

If Yi Wulan made some drastic moves, there would be a lot to do here.

Now there is indeed some disturbance on the Internet because of this incident, but because of the uploaded video, Yi Wulan did not act aggressively, but was pushed and shoved back, the wind direction was completely different from what the person behind wanted——

"Is the reporter sick??? Entertainment journalists don't have to abide by news regulations?"

"Fortunately, Yi Wulan was supported by someone, so what should I do if I fell to the ground and made a mess?"

"Who's that guy behind? Sheng Ling?? Ten years of love finally came true?"

"Then what should we do with the direction of the wind [狗头]"

"Isn't it Xue Qiu's best actor? [狗头]"

"An insider, please answer. It's Sheng Ling's uncle, Sheng Jue, who rarely shows up."

"Wow! Uncle and nephew, is that what I thought it was? I'm impressed, tsk tsk [eat melon]"

"Upstairs you are finished, your number is gone, dare to say that about the Sheng family"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

……

Sheng Ling added hot water to Yi Wulan's cup and handed it to him: "Drink more hot water."

Sheng Jue buttoned up his suit, and sneered, because of Sheng Ling's sudden masculinity.

Sheng Ling turned his head and glanced at Sheng Jue, then turned his head and said to Yi Wulan in a steady voice, "Let's stay here tonight, mother will go to the front yard to appease the guests, let me tell you, have a good rest tonight."

Yi Wulan shook his head, rejecting the kindness, he took a sip of hot water to moisten his lips and said, "Thank you, but I want to visit Yi's house tonight."

The scene this night reminded him of things that happened a long time ago, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious and uncomfortable. He wanted to go back to Yi's house and see the potted flowers his mother raised.

In fact, Yi's father has been calling to let him go home to have a look, after all, it is his home, but Yi Wulan didn't respond.

From the moment his mother left, Yi Zhai was no longer his home.

Sheng Ling loosened his tie knot, and said softly, "I'll see you off."

Yi Wulan had just been pushed and shoved, and now his face was still a little pale, so he asked him to drive away alone, not to mention Rong Hui, Sheng Ling was not at ease.

"Stop," Sheng Jue picked up the car keys on the glass table, and analyzed: "Several senior figures from the military department will come later, you are leaving now, and you will be in trouble if you don't come back in time."

"I'll deliver it."

Sheng Ling thought for a while and rubbed his forehead. He is now leading an important position in the military department, and some communication is necessary.

He could only nod his head slightly, and looked at Yi Wulan: "Call me when you arrive."

Yi Wulan nodded casually and put down the teacup: "Let's go, thank you for today."

The temperature dropped a lot today, Rong Hui saw that Yi Wulan really wanted to leave, so she didn't try to persuade her anymore, but she was still worried.He quickly found someone to find a gray coat and insisted on putting it on for Yi Wulan.

Sheng Ling leaned against a wall, his long legs bent casually.

Seeing Yi Wulan lowered his body, Rong Hui rolled up his scarf and put on his coat.

Yi Wulan has always been very obedient in front of female elders who treat him well.

A plaid scarf and a gray double-faced cashmere coat made Yi Wulan's pale skin even paler.

The chin was hidden a little bit in the scarf, and the aloofness was reduced a lot.

Like a college student full of youthful spirit.

Sheng Ling chuckled, and stepped forward to help tie the knot of the scarf.

I didn't notice that Yi Wulan's body froze slightly.

Sheng Ling: "Be careful on the road."

Yi Wulan nodded slightly, took the gift specially given to him by Rong Hui, and left.

The temperature outside did drop drastically. Yi Wulan and Sheng Jue went out through the most remote door, and they didn't meet anyone along the way.

When I got in the car and turned on the air conditioner, I felt a little warmer.

After getting into the car, Sheng Jue sighed, "It's going to be winter soon."

Yi Wulan unwrapped Rong Hui's present, which was obviously specially for him. Inside was a limited-edition new tie from the S family, and a big red envelope.

Sheng Jue smiled when he saw it from the corner of his eye: "Sister-in-law still likes giving out red envelopes so much, she said that red envelopes can ward off bad luck."

Yi Wulan smiled, and said warmly, "I like it very much."

But it's a pity that he won't be able to get this love in the future, Rong Hui is very good, but he doesn't have that blessing.

After all, Sheng Jue has worked in the shopping mall for more than ten years, and has a strong ability to read words and emotions, and he can see Yi Wulan's superficial thoughts with just a few more glances.

Gently comforting: "Sister-in-law likes you, maybe partly because you are Sheng Ling's partner, but more because of you, she likes you."

"It has nothing to do with other things, and there is no need to have a psychological burden."

Yi Wulan closed the gift box, leaned on the seat and responded.

Seeing that Yi Wulan wasn't disgusted with this topic, Sheng Jue was driving while talking about Rong Hui's marriage to the Sheng family when he was young.

Sheng Jue was the old man's son, Rong Hui married in, and Sheng Jue was not very old. Rong Hui and Sheng Ling's father, to Sheng Jue, was more like a parent.

In a sense, the relationship between Sheng Jue and Sheng Ling is more like brothers, brothers with a big difference in age, rather than uncles and nephews.

When Rong Hui first married into the Sheng family, a lot of people were not optimistic about her, but Rong Hui was not only strong in scientific research, but also good at interpersonal skills. Sheng Ling's father was busy with work and was away for a long time. The Sheng family set their feet.

Sheng Jue mentioned her sister-in-law with admiration.

Sheng Jue's voice was slightly hoarse, the usual tone of a superior, but very magnetic, and he was very comfortable talking.

There has been a saying in the circle that the men of the Sheng family will take care of others and are affectionate. Once they identify a person, they will last a lifetime.

This rule doesn't apply to Sheng Jue. After all, he is an old man. He was pampered and grew up, so he doesn't know what a lover is.

When he became an adult, with his business talent and family background, he created a huge family business. Now at the age of 37, he has never met anyone who needs him to take good care of him because of love.

But when he wanted to take care of someone, he still did it with ease.

There was a fresh lemon scent in the car, and Sheng Jue spoke in a low voice about things that Yi Wulan was interested in, and he didn't deliberately, like a big brother next door who is very good at taking care of others after being successful.

Yi Wulan responded with a few words from time to time.

Halfway through the car, Sheng Jue finished speaking and asked Yi Wulan, "Wulan?"

Turning his head to take a look, he found that Yi Wulan had fallen asleep.

There are blue eye circles under the eyes, which should be because of the pheromone perfume bottle design project.

Or something else that makes him toss and turn.

Sheng Jue stopped talking, and only focused on driving towards Yi Zhai. Getting along with Yi Wulan was actually a unique feeling.

Also very comfortable.

It was a bit late when we arrived at Yi's house, and Sheng Jue pushed Yi Wulan to wake him up.

Yi Wulan opened his eyes slowly, but didn't react, and was stunned for a moment.

Sheng Jue told him calmly that he was here.

Yi Wulan dazedly took the gift box and got out of the car. After getting out of the car and being blown by the wind, he realized what he had done.

Stunned, one hand was in his pocket, and the other casually waved goodbye to Sheng Jue.

Sheng Jue lowered the car window: "Designer Yi, don't forget your bet with me, look forward to the day when Designer Yi wins the grand prize."

The black Maybach backed up and made a sharp turn, heading into the distance.

Yi Wulan stood there for a moment, exhaled a few breaths, and then walked towards Yi's house.

Yi Wulan came back suddenly, and the nanny who opened the door didn't react for a while: "Big, young master."

Yi Wulan hung up his coat and walked inside.

Stepmother Dong Manman was sitting on the sofa in the living room, curling up her nails and applying nail polish.

Two servants waited on the side.

He turned around when he heard the sound, his face changed, and he quickly smiled again: "Oh, Ah Lan is back."

Yi Wulan ignored him and went straight to the second floor.

Yi's father is in the food business, so he has accumulated some money, otherwise it would be impossible to buy such a big house in Jiangcheng. Said it was nothing.

It's okay to live comfortably.

Unfortunately, since the age of 14, Yi Wulan has not lived a comfortable life in this family.

Dong Manman is a snobbish and narrow-minded woman, and seeing Yi Wulan's ex-wife give birth to a child is not pleasing to the eye.

Yi's father feels guilty because Dong Manman hurt his body for him, and tolerates her in every way.

Although there is no shortage of money, Yi Wulan suffered a lot when he was young.

While climbing the stairs, Dong Manman asked courteously: "Mr. Sheng didn't come with you today. If he comes, you can tell me so that I can get someone to clean up the house in advance."

Yi Wulan's last attachment to this house was on the second floor, a small room where her mother's tablet was kept.Next to it were several pots of wood hibiscus that Yi Wulan's mother loved most.

Yi Wulan went up to the second floor, walked inside, and said coldly, "Shut up."

Dong Manman not only didn't shut up, but also quickly winked at the servant, and said with her mouth, "Go and invite sir".

Dong Manman cleared his throat: "Look at you, you don't even drink a cup of tea before you go upstairs, what do you look like, the memorial tablet is there, and you can read it anytime."

When Yi Wulan heard these words, her heart beat faster, but she quickened her pace.

"Hey, hey, slow down!"

The door was pushed open abruptly, and there were some trivial items piled up in the small room. The original items were all gone.

It's all gone.

Mother's tablet and several pots of hibiscus are gone.

Yi Wulan turned around abruptly: "Where is my mother's tablet?"

Dong Manman forced a smile and stepped back: "I, our house is not big. We live in for a long time, and we have more things. There must be some place to put sundries. You are a man, how do you know how to be a family member?" suffering..."

There was a layer of frost on Yi Wulan's face, and his eyes were empty with hostility: "The utility room?"

"Can you say that again."

Yi Wulan's voice was extremely soft, but when it came down it was heavy: "Say it again."

"Wulan, stop." Yi's father shouted.

Yi's father was in the room to deal with business, but the servant ran over and told him that Yi Wulan was still scolding Dong Manman when he came back, so he ran here quickly.

Yi Wulan smiled lightly, and turned her head to look at Yi's father.

Yi Wulan's eyes are a bit like his dead mother, every time Yi's father sees Yi Wulan's eyes, he will dodge subconsciously.

Yi Wulan opened his obsidian-like eyes, as if all the thoughts in his eyes could not be hidden, and said lightly: "Where is the tablet?"

Father Yi opened his mouth and said hurriedly: "It's been so many years, I don't think you come back often, so, so..."

Yi Wulan was very polite and polite: "Where is the tablet?"

Not hoarse, very calm.

This kind of calmness and politeness is more like a slap on Yi's father's face.

He suddenly realized that this son whom he had subconsciously neglected because of guilt, no longer took him seriously.

The child who sat on his shoulder when he was a child, clamoring to fly around the world, has long since disappeared in the torrent of time.

Yi Wulan always wears a layer of cold armor to outsiders, and his father, in Yi Wulan's heart, also belongs to outsiders.

The only meaning of this home to him is the tablet.

Because Yi Wulan's mother wanted to stay in this house, Yi Wulan left the tablet here and came back to look at it from time to time.

Father Yi swallowed hard, his voice trembling, his back seemed to be bent, and he pointed down at the small cabinet on the wall behind the stairs: "There."

Yi Wulan walked down without hesitation, and opened the cabinet. The space inside was small, only for the memorial tablet, and a pot of ruined hibiscus.

Yi Wulan paused for a moment, took out the memorial tablet, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust that fell on it.

He rubbed so intently, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

Yi's father staggered down and said to Yi Wulan, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Yi Wulan didn't care much, just hugged the memorial tablet in her arms, and then picked up the potted flower.

Calmly turned around and said to Yi's father: "I sent you a sum of money before, which is regarded as repaying the kindness. When you are old, I will also ask the bank to remit the statutory pension to you every month."

"As for you," Yi Wulan looked at Dong Manman, coldly: "Remember to take care of yourself and your son, don't play me and Shengling outside, otherwise,"

Yi Wulan made an indifferent arc: "I will let you know what the price is."

Yi Wulan reincarnated without hesitation, the windbreaker drew a ruthless arc, and he took the coat with one hand.

Before leaving, he left a cold sentence: "From today onwards, I will take back all the business you have obtained from me. Don't let me find out that you have tampered with it. You can't bear the consequences."

There were exclamations and the sound of the vase falling from behind.

"Lan Lan!" Yi's father hurried forward, so anxious that he slipped and knelt on the ground.

Yi Wulan didn't care a bit, and closed the door, shutting all the excitement inside the door.

The wind was very strong and quiet at night, so Yi Wulan took out her mobile phone to book a plane ticket, and then took a taxi.

Yi Wulan and his mother have different personalities. Yi's mother is gentle and talented. She likes flowers and fairy tales. She is always gentle.Yi Wulan never compromises, never compromises.

Yi's mother's romance is a fairy tale in the air, but Yi Wulan's is a fiery romance.

When Yi's mother was pregnant with Yi Wulan, she planted a whole yard of flowers. The young woman sat by the window and looked at the flowers, wishing to give the child the best.

She named Yi Wulan Wulan in the hope that her child would have no troubles in his life and live a safe and smooth life.

Raising a child at 99, often worrying about a hundred years old.

She only wants Yi Wulan to live a happier life and spend his life poetically and romantically.

Unfortunately, all these ideas came to nothing.

Yi Wulan stood up from the pain countless times, and again and again, tore open thorns and picked flowers.

Fate knocked him from heaven to hell countless times, and then watched him stand up unyielding again and again.

Even though his expectation failed countless times, Yi Wulan still had a rose hidden in his heart, the one with thorns, which made his heart full of blood, and he would not compromise.

Never compromise.

Yi Wulan stood in the wind for a while, when the sky started to rain lightly, he called Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling picked it up: "Wu Lan?"

Yi Wulan looked coldly at the dim street lights in the distance, and the growing rain under the lights, and asked him, "Do you like roses?"

Sheng Ling vaguely felt that something was wrong. He was originally standing on the balcony on the second floor, but immediately walked down after receiving Yi Wulan's call. His tone was calm and his speech slowed down: "Where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Yi Wulan's voice was icy and cold, and he said calmly, "Answer my question."

Sheng Ling was frozen over the phone.

This is rare.

Yi Wulan has always been cold, he doesn't seem to be aggressive, but that coldness penetrates into his bones.It's like a closed cold white door, surrounded by layers of roses. From a distance, the carved flowers on the door tempt you to approach, but when you get closer, you find that there is no key at all.

If there must be someone in the world who can open this door, it must be Sheng Ling.

Everyone who knew about their relationship believed that Sheng Ling held the only key, and that in their relationship, he had almost coercive privileges.

Yi Wulan applauded the taxi and drove over here.

Coincidentally, not a while after getting in the car, the pouring rain fell.

Jiangcheng is about to enter winter.

This may be the last rain in Jiangcheng in autumn, and it came so vigorously that it was caught off guard.

"I'll bring you a piece of cake, which my mother asked me to bring during the meal, and a pot of flowers." Sheng Ling strode towards the garage, his voice soft and imperceptibly gentle: "What do you want? Hibiscus? Orchids? still,"

"Rose?"

In the hall, Rong Hui saw him hurrying outside: "Zai Zai! It's so late! Where are you going? It's still raining heavily outside."

Sheng Ling waved his hands and did not go back outside.

The shout disappeared into the rain curtain with Sheng Ling's figure.

Yi Wulan was sitting in the car, with a pot of mutilated and destroyed flowers on his body, and a memorial tablet of his important person hidden in his arms.

The voice was light and with a smile: "Sheng Ling, I'm fine, you don't need to come over, I'm not in Yi's house."

Yi Wulan sat in the back seat and casually lit a cigarette: "I booked a flight in the early morning,"

"I want to go around alone, and also quietly, to find inspiration."

I also took my mother to see the newly emerging fairy tale town in this country.

Yi Wulan asked twice, but didn't wait for the answer, so she stopped asking, and just said plainly: "You have a good rest."

Someone from Shengling called again, it was someone from the military department. An important project was discussed at the banquet just now, and someone probably came to discuss it.

Sheng Ling parked the car on the side of the road with a solemn expression: "When are you coming back? Or I'll go find you in a few days."

Yi Wulan said casually, "No, it's a competition when I come back, and all the designers will have to go to the designated place, and the pheromones will be broadcast live."

Everything was as usual, before Yi Wulan hung up the phone, he asked Sheng Ling to water the flowers in the villa on Nanhua Road if he had time.

Sheng Ling sat in the car, but felt the emptiness from the bottom of his heart, and his heart beat unstoppably. He lit a cigarette and took a puff.

He has always remained calm, but recently he frequently relapsed.

Yi Wulan's state is not right, but maybe he just thinks too much.

The phone calls from the military headquarters kept coming. Sheng Ling pressed his forehead and answered the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Yi Wulan chuckled a few times.

The driver was an uncle, and he said with a quack air: "Young man, just called your partner, did you have a conflict?"

"Listen to Uncle, it doesn't matter if you have a conflict, it will always be resolved. When you are unhappy, drink some wine and some skewers, and coax people, and it will pass."

Yi Wulan rolled his eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes, and replied politely: "Thank you."

At night, the car was running fast, and the scenery outside the window was blurred in the heavy rain.

Yi Wulan finally understood today that for the past ten years, he and Sheng Ling have been going around in circles, never taking a single step forward, Sheng Ling doesn't understand him, never understood him.

Like the nightingale described by Oscar Wilde.

Sheng Ling doesn't understand him, just like people in fairy tales don't understand the nightingale.

The smoke curled up, and the bluish white smoke from the cigarette spiraled up and then drifted away.

Yi Wulan started to learn to smoke three years ago, at a reception.

After the reception, he and Sheng Ling ran into each other on the balcony of the reception, and Sheng Ling asked him if he smoked.

At that moment, he thought about giving it a try, so he nodded.

Who knew that the first sip was unskillfully choked by the smoke.

Sheng Ling laughed softly beside him, took his fingers, and casually taught him how to hold a cigarette and how to breathe.

The cigarettes I smoked that day were specially made, flower-flavored light cigarettes, spicy and sweet but not greasy or pungent.

Later, when Yi Wulan was in a bad mood, she would light a cigarette, and sometimes she didn't necessarily smoke, just watching the smoke rise and disperse, looking for a moment of peace in it.

Yi Wulan moved the potted flower on her body to the side, and looked out the window with a calm expression.

It's time to quit smoking.

The author has something to say: the sobriety part is over, and the prelude (yes, the prelude to divorce) is on

Everyone is anxious to see it, close to 7000 words and one fat chapter

The pace of Tao's book is actually quite fast, after all, ten years.

啾一口大家！感谢在2020-01-0801:40:18~2020-01-0823:36:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 2 words; Yuluo Wuhen, 33593555, and 1 Civil Affairs Bureau;

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