Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

When Yi Wulan got the boxed lunch from the door at regular intervals, Rao Yi stood in the room and groaned, "I'm really courteous."

At the same time, I couldn't help asking: "Who sent it?"

Yi Wulan took down the lunch box, took the stack of information at the door for people to check, and glanced at Rao Yi: "Aren't you busy today?"

Rao Yi opened the refrigerator to look for wine but couldn't find it, only found a few bottles of iced Coke, and took them out to drink.

He leaned against the refrigerator and looked back at Yi Wulan who was sitting on the sofa.

Yi Wulan didn't care about the boxed lunch, but just flipped through the materials with gold-rimmed glasses.

Rao Yi looked at him with a surge of energy and blood. It was the first time he had seen Yi Wulan wearing glasses. The gold-rimmed glasses really matched him, giving him a sense of gentleness and cleanliness.

It makes people want to press on the bed and do something discordant.

But Rao Yi knew very well that Yi Wulan was not someone he could come casually.

Yi Wulan finished looking through the documents in his hand, and said to Rao Yi: "Rao Yi, do you have a bug on you?"

Rao Yi was stunned, the hand holding the ice coke twitched, and smiled: "Wu Lan, what did you say?"

Yi Wulan opened the lunch box, and in the past few days, Xiang Jiuming has contracted all his breakfast, lunch and dinner. The sweet soup and snacks are steamed, fried and fried in different ways.

"So, is there a bug?"

Rao Yi didn't answer.

Yi Wulan casually said while eating: "Rao Yi, before you were 13, you grew up in the village. One year later, with your excellent grades, you were recommended to Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School."

"Then because of the poverty of the family, Sheng Ling sponsored you to study in high school and college."

Yi Wulan threw the information on the coffee table: "I have a question, logically speaking, Sheng Ling is your benefactor, why do you hate him?"

Rao Yi lowered his head and didn't speak again.

"Let me guess," Yi Wulan took a bite of the steamed bun, and said calmly, "Liang Fei, whom I haven't seen for ten years, happened to find me this year, and Ruan Yi, who hadn't contacted me for a long time, sent me A message, and you, the popular traffic funded by Sheng Ling, expressed love to me for no reason."

"There's probably something behind it against me, but something's going on that I don't know about, right?"

Rao Yi lowered his head, holding the soda can in his hand, aggrieved: "Wu Lan, are you too sensitive?"

His tone was the same as usual, the same tone he used to act like a spoiled child on WeChat these days, Yi Wulan thought, if he hadn't laid out the situation long ago, he might really fall into it.

Who can tell?

Yi Wulan sighed: "The people behind must know me better and know what I want, so I sent you, Rao Yi, as I said, the classic lines are from the movie, no matter how similar the acting Not you."

"Love always has a dramatic opening, so you took me to the rooftop to state the past. And similar experiences can easily resonate with people, plus, enthusiasm, wholehearted enthusiasm."

"But, why?" Yi Wulan was really puzzled: "I don't quite understand, Rao Yi, why do you keep staring at me? Is it because I carry the treasure without knowing it?"

Rao Yi raised his head, pursed his lips, his eyes were red, and squeezed the can tightly: "Wu Lan, believe it or not, I have really followed you for a long time, I love you, I really love you."

Yi Wulan knocked on the bug under the coffee table: "If you didn't bring the bug and anesthetic today, maybe I would believe you."

"Shengling, you can come in."

Rao Yi raised his head abruptly, in disbelief: "Wu Lan!"

When he was taken away, Rao Yi still couldn't believe it, how could he be exposed, when everything was fine before.

Yi Wulan continued to casually eat her lunch, and said lazily, "Rao Yi, I am an expert in terms of pure enthusiasm."

"No matter how good an actor you are, there are flaws everywhere in my eyes."

Soon, the person who rushed in and Rao Yi were all left.

Yi Wulan was still sitting steadily on the sofa, eating sweet and sour pork with pineapple, which was his favorite taste.

When Sheng Ling walked in, the boots hit the ground with a different texture. He didn't rush to ask Yi Wulan any questions, but waited quietly for Yi Wulan to finish eating.

The lunch was a bit cold, but Yi Wulan still ate most of it one bite at a time, and then poured himself a cup of hot tea.

The mist of hot water steamed slightly, Yi Wulan blew on it, holding the hot water, and slowly moisturised his lips.

Sheng Ling: "When did you find out?"

Yi Wulan sat on the sofa and looked at the white wall in front of her: "More than half a month after the divorce?"

Sheng Ling took out a cigarette, glanced at Yi Wulan, but still didn't light it up: "At that time, Liang Fei probably hadn't returned to China, because,"

Yi Wulan interrupted him: "Because I found out that someone was following me, I thought it was an entertainment reporter at first, but after I asked Xiang Jiuming, I found out that he told the Jiangcheng media not to follow me again."

Yi Wulan recalled slowly: "On the day I went to Liujin Art Museum, Sheng Jue reminded me that someone was checking my whereabouts and asked me if I needed help, but I declined."

"When I went back that day, I deliberately changed my way to my home in Beicheng, and stayed in the cafe for a while on the way, talking to Shu Linqing for a while, but after I came out, I still felt like I was being spied on."

"Because of my appearance, I've always been sensitive to sight." Yi Wulan's attitude was very casual, his eyes were empty: "It wasn't until Liang Fei came that the feeling of being spied on faded away, but I don't understand why?"

Sheng Ling said dryly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, it's not easy to tell you things without evidence," Yi Wulan smiled softly: "Besides, before Rao Yi appeared, everything was just my feeling."

Yi Wulan lowered his eyes halfway, like he usually wants to design a drawing, his fair side face is warmed by the hot water.

In a trance, the two never divorced, and as usual, one drew design drafts at home, and the other returned home with the atmosphere of the outside world.

How could I tell you in advance, Yi Wulan caressed the heat of the glass with her fingertips, and thought calmly, Sheng Ling, you are currently an important pawn to me.

Sheng Ling twirled the cigarette butt in his hand, thinking about the connection between this case and Yi Wulan, but no matter what the situation was, it was impossible for Yi Wulan to have the list in his hand.

It is more likely that someone would rather not let anyone related to him go, and then focus on Yi Wulan, trying to get some information from him.

It is also more likely that Yi Wulan and Sheng Ling got married and then divorced, and someone wanted to get information through Yi Wulan.

In the end, Sheng Ling said, "I will send someone to protect you."

Yi Wulan complied, and asked Sheng Ling, "If you have any information related to me, could you please tell me as soon as possible?"

The case that Sheng Ling is currently investigating has a very high level of secrecy. Except for Sheng Ling who has first-hand information, no one else can fully understand it.

Yi Wulan's request can be said to have crossed the line seriously.

The sunlight penetrated into the room, illuminating Yi Wulan's figure brightly.

Sheng Ling paused, and said, "Yes."

He knew that Yi Wulan might hide something, but Sheng Ling didn't want to explore it. As an ex-husband, he wouldn't.

Just protect him, that's all.

The room was completely silent, Yi Wulan finished drinking the cup of hot water, the flowers outside the window were swaying, Yi Wulan thought calmly, this period of self-cultivation is so quiet, it's time to do something.

But there is no rush, the dance will begin, and actors from all walks of life will gather together.

Shu Linqing should also go. Among the young designers in China, Bao Rui is too ingenious, with aura and foundation. Yi Wulan and Shu Linqing are the best.

They even overwhelmed their chips online to bet on who would win.

Yi Wulan won the overwhelming victory, there is no way, the persona of a talented and beautiful artist who is trapped by love is too delicious.

When Xiang Jiuming called, Yi Wulan was about to go out for a drink.

During this period of time, Xiang Jiuming always talked to Yi Wulan, but Yi Wulan never hung up on Xiang Jiuming's phone, because the more Xiang Jiuming lived with Yi Wulan, the more real he became.

From complaining about the white-eyed wolf artist to chatting about business gossip, I don't know where he got so much news.

The invitation to have a drink with Xiang Jiuming would definitely not be rejected, so after the first meeting, the two finally met again at the bar after more than half a year.

Last time, Xiang Jiuming was still regretting why Yi Wulan married Sheng Ling's pious Doubi, but this time Yi Wulan divorced.

Really unpredictable.

Looking at Yi Wulan's expression, Xiang Jiuming stroked his chin and wondered, "Haven't you recovered recently? It feels like you're getting heavier."

If there is anyone who understands Yi Wulan's state best, it is Xiang Jiuming.

Since the meeting for the business of pheromones, the two of them met every once in a while, even though they were all forced by Jiuming.

After meeting Xiang Jiuming after a while, he has a clear understanding of Yi Wulan's subtle changes.

Yi Wulan took a sip of the wine and shook the glass: "Maybe it's because, after waiting for a long time, I finally have to understand."

Xiang Jiuming didn't understand where the heaviness came from, so he casually touched Yi Wulan's cup: "Then congratulations in advance."

"Okay."

Yi Wulan looked at the somewhat blurred and shining lights, and smiled: "Thank you for your good words."

The author has something to say: Huh, this is the end of writing, Sheng Ling is waiting to be abused

There is bedding in front, maybe due to physical reasons, some places are not paved too much, chirp!

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: golden-apple, Duan Ming 1; (hold up and circle around)

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Xie Shiqiu; 10 bottles of Su Yunzhou; 5 bottles of Mosang and dried salted fish; 2 bottles of Suriname;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!