Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Just after the military meeting, Sheng Ling walked out of the building and got into the car that had already parked in front of the building.

The car starts slowly, and every time you pass a certain distance, you need to show your ID to show your identity.

This is one of the places with the highest level of security in the country. Every time the people who drive here are arranged in advance, the route they take is different every time, and the identity of the people who come here must be checked.

Yin Song sits in the back seat, he grew up in this place and is not very afraid

But definitely not like it.

Sheng Ling was the only person in their group who was able to lead an important position in this place at a young age, and also had a business empire built by himself.

Although the business background has the support of the military, it is also my own ability to be able to do these two things.

The elders in the yard basically praised him unanimously when they mentioned him. Yin Song came here today because his elders celebrated their birthdays, and Tete asked him to bring Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling leaned on the seat, closed his eyes and meditated, the car was so quiet that there was not a single sound except the sound of the heater.

Yin Song was so bored that he started swiping his phone. He is the youngest son in the family, so he doesn't have to bear family responsibilities, and it is not very stressful to do some business that he loves.

After swiping his phone for a while, it was full of celebrity gossip, he was not interested in these, and was bored.

Yin Song suddenly thought of something, raised his head and looked carefully at Sheng Ling, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, and entered Yi Wulan's name in the search box by accident.

He was busy with business during this time, so he didn't pay attention to Xiang Jiuming and Yi Wulan for a long time.

After searching, the first hot word is not Yi Wulan and Xiang Jiuming

It's #孟通合作易无兰#.

Yin Song:? ? ?

Who is Meng Tong?

After Yin Song met Yi Wulan for the first time, he deliberately got to know this person. It happened three years ago. Yi Wulan had already gained some fame at that time, but he was not as famous as he is now.

Later, Yin Song knew Yi Wulan almost became a habit, and he couldn't tell what kind of mentality it was, maybe the scene of Yi Wulan saving someone in the rain gave him an amazing image, engraved in his heart, so that he couldn't forget it.

I just feel that such a person should be worthy of being associated with all the good things in the world, and be able to live a more flamboyant life.

Yin Song was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was pampered and brought up since he was a child. He has a harmonious family and he is considered promising. He has never had any worries.

But once he thought of the heavy rain on the mountain road, he would feel sad for a moment, and when he thought of Yi Wulan, he would even feel cruel.

Click on the search, and what comes out is not the design work that Yin Song thought, but a short video that is the most popular.

The video automatically starts playing under WIFI——

"Wu Lan! The coconut is ready!"

The fresh and bright music was played in an instant, the rhythm was very brisk, and the man with a cheerful male voice jumped down from the tree and held the coconut forward.

The camera cuts to the person in an instant, the loose snow-white shirt, turning his head under the sea breeze and the strong sun, and the glance over him has an indescribable meaning, as if he can hear the sound of flowers blooming from it.

Bright music instantly resounded in the car.

Yin Song was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to quickly place the phone on his buttocks.

He didn't even know why he was so nervous, but his body movements were much faster than his consciousness.

However, the car was too quiet, and Yin Song's body couldn't block the sound of the video at all. The background sound with the fresh smell of sea salt still came out through Yin Song's body.

It's even more embarrassing to cover it up...

Yin Song quickly took out the phone with a look of horror.

Shut down!

Sheng Ling opened his half-closed eyes, and there was a bottomless vortex in his dark eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What video?"

He has been up for several days in a row because of the project, and he is always a little tired.

Yin Song cautiously said, "It's just that Yi Wulan collaborated with a well-known videographer on a video."

Sheng Ling said "hmm" and closed his eyes again.

It seemed that this episode had never happened, and it seemed that he was extremely tired and had to take a rest.

There are indeed many important matters waiting for him to deal with.

Yin Song heaved a sigh of relief. He used to be able to chat with Sheng Ling casually about Yi Wulan, but today he doesn't know what's going on, he just feels that the atmosphere is not right.

No... Isn't Sheng Ling tempted?

Impossible, impossible, Yin Song quickly denied his absurd idea

How can it be?It's been ten years, are you tempted now?Isn't this funny?

But as one of Sheng Ling's few friends, there was a faint voice in his heart telling him that maybe this most impossible crazy idea was true.

Since that rainstorm in early winter, Jiangcheng has experienced several consecutive rains. In late autumn and early winter, Jiangcheng is the rainiest.

The sky was a leaden dullness.

Really, the storm is coming.

"The plane back to Jiangcheng tomorrow afternoon to prepare for the competition?" Meng Tong asked Yi Wulan while cutting the fruit: "Has your finished perfume bottle come out yet?"

The pheromone live broadcast competition will pre-shoot the pilot film, and select each designer in advance.

This is also to facilitate the live broadcast of the competition. Otherwise, during the live broadcast, the audience who watched the live broadcast would have to introduce which designer is from.

Yi Wulan had to go to the shoot two days in advance.

Yi Wulan stood by the desk, holding a brush by his wrist to practice calligraphy: "Soon."

Holding the fruit plate, Meng Tong walked over, glanced at Yi Wulan's handwriting, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This is the theme of your competition this time."

Yi Wulan gave a calm "hmm".

Putting down the brush, I took a few steps back to watch the ink slowly bleed into the paper.

Meng Tong looked at these words and murmured: "I believe in your determination now, your theme is very risky."

of course.

It's also amazing.

Yi Wulan walked to the side to wash his hands, cool water rushed over his fingertips.

He looked at the scenery outside the window, the brightly colored fairytale buildings, and the salty sea flavor in the air.

It is indeed comfortable to live on this small island.

The pace is slow, riding a bicycle around the island every day, walking through dreamy fairytale buildings, there may be pictures of fairies and knights painted on any corner.

Sometimes a cat jumps down from the short fence and barks at you in a whiny sound.

Even his breathing slowed down, and his nerves also eased. After leaving the harsh weather in Jiangcheng, Yi Wulan finally had a moment to breathe.

Meng Tong ate the fruit and asked him: "What are you doing today? Ride a bicycle and go around again."

There was a slight smile on Yi Wulan's face: "Not today, I'm going to take a hot air balloon ride on the island today."

"I'm alone, looking at the scenery."

Meng Tong was surprised: "Aren't you afraid of heights?"

Yi Wulan's eyes curled up, and his lips curled up in a seductive arc: "That's why it's exciting."

Meng Tong: "Yi Wulan, you are really..."

Downright lunatic.

Before he finished speaking, Yi Wulan's figure had disappeared outside the door.

In the end, Meng Tong was still worried, so he went with him, so that Yi Wulan must remember to contact the staff if he felt unwell.

The hot air balloon lifted into the sky, and the sunset glow spread out in the evening, spreading from the sky.

Yi Wulan clasped her hands tightly, and suddenly lowered her eyes to look down at the earth. She had a panoramic view of the city, and the sky and the earth were silent, only the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind that never stops blowing from her teens to the present.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Yi Wulan got off the hot air balloon and set foot on the land. He unfastened the safety buckle and looked back at the sky dyed red by the sunset.

Like oil painting, spread out layer by layer, and like flames of war, the unquenchable belief has been burning from the time of the Republic of China to the present.

Ten minutes later, a plane that flew thousands of miles away slowly landed in Jiangcheng, and Shu Linqing set foot on the hometown he hadn't returned for a long time.

There is one of his villas on Nanhua Road.

The yard has been taken care of by gardeners, and it is still green and deep red in early winter.

When the wind and dust arrived at the yard, the gardener who took care of the yard got off the ladder and took out a piece of gold leaf paper.

The words hesitated: "Sir, some time ago someone sent a bouquet of roses and left a message, and some names were left behind."

"I think it must be a friend of the master."

Shu Linqing smiled slightly, took the paper, the ink was smeared on the paper, and the font was beautiful.

"Every bouquet of roses contains affection. May you live in a world full of affection."

The pen was signed "Lan".

Shu Linqing's heart moved slightly. After returning to Jiangcheng many years later, he got an unexpected gift that surprised him a little.

There seems to be a scent of roses on the gold foil paper, which may be very similar to the owner who wrote this line on this paper.

Holding the gold foil paper, he smiled and asked, "What about the bouquet of roses?"

Dry roses were handed to him.

This color is very similar to the sunset at the end of the curtain.

The magnificent sunset glow spreads all the way to people's hearts, illuminating Yi Wulan's bland eyes.

Ever since he accepted the cruel reality in his teens, Yi Wulan knew that every gift given by fate would always have a price secretly marked.

Destiny has always been like this, everyone in it can't escape, can't escape, bound by thousands of silk threads and dragged into a thick cocoon

But Yi Wulan may be born with a sharp blade, and his mission is to break through these entangled threads.

Since he stood up from that life and death, since he became famous all over the country alone.

From him, he decided to give up, gouging out his heart also decided to give up marriage.

Break open and never compromise.