Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

"You are crazy!"

Broker Wang stepped on high heels and threw the phone in front of Song Yufan, a traffic niche student: "Look at the good deeds you have done, how dare you arrange Sheng Ling, little ancestor, I beg you to do a good deed, members of the Sheng family, It's not something we can provoke."

Manager Wang was woken up by a phone call in the early morning, and then learned that her artist had gossip about a lot of wealthy families in the live broadcast, which almost drove her crazy.

Song Yufan, as a popular niche student, needless to say his influence, plus Xiang Jiuming's gossip is already popular.A handful of hot oil was poured on it, and the matter boiled completely.

Who doesn't like to read rich gossip, coupled with Song Yufan's ambiguous attitude, all the fans and black eaters participated in it.

Manager Wang covered her head, she couldn't figure out how she took over Song Yufan, an artist who could cause trouble.

As a gold agent, she has a wide range of sources of information, and she knows some secrets. Sheng Ling's status as a business tycoon is no longer easy to mess with, and the Sheng family behind him is even worse.

At the beginning, she agreed to be the next artist, firstly because Song Yufan looked good, and secondly because Song Yufan's family background was not bad, and the Song family in Jiangcheng had some strength, so she didn't need to bother to recruit resources.

Who knew Song Yufan was such a troublemaker.

It's just that Sheng Ling, a polite gentleman, helped him up a bit yesterday, and then he started to arrange the affairs of the rich and powerful.

Unlike Manager Wang who was anxious to get angry, Song Yufan was not affected at all.

He was wearing a trendy denim jacket, with white slender legs resting on the coffee table, and he lit up his tablet and didn't care: "What I'm telling you is the truth. Yi Wulan fell in love with Sheng Ling in the first place. Nian didn't win Mr. Sheng's heart."

"It's not a big deal for a group of people to praise a broken designer so much because they confessed to Jiuming a few words."

When Song Yufan thought of those comments on the Internet that praised Yi Wulan, he felt angry and tapped the icon on the tablet vigorously.

It's just a stand-in!

Manager Wang took Song Yufan's tablet away with one hand, and asked him, "Okay, let me ask you, Yi Wulan knows Xiang Jiuming and Sheng Ling, how about you?"

"Song Yufan, do you think that Sheng Ling helped you last night, so you can get involved,"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Song Yufan: "I've already mixed in the live broadcast."

Song Yufan lowered his head, his broken hair covered his expression: "I know what you're worried about, don't worry, I won't make fun of my own future, I have news channels, Sheng Ling doesn't care about Yi Wulan at all."

"Didn't you always want to find an opportunity to help me establish a persona of the rich second generation who doesn't know much about the world? This is a good opportunity to hype."

He really wanted to know how long Yi Wulan's so-called "talented and good-looking person" could last if Yi Wulan was really spread out under Yuji's cameras.

Sheng Ling drove for nearly half an hour. When he arrived, Yi Wulan had already put away all the design drafts, flipping through a drawing while holding a cup of wolfberry tea, holding a paintbrush in his fair and slender hand, and writing casually on the white paper at hand. draw.

Hearing the sound of Sheng Ling going upstairs, Yi Wulan didn't look up, and said with a smile on her lips, "I thought you had lost the key, and I thought I had to go down to open the door for you, be careful, don't touch my design draft .”

Yi Wulan gave Sheng Ling a key to the studio, and also entered Sheng Ling's fingerprints.It's just that Sheng Ling didn't come to the studio very often, Yi Wulan opened the door a few times before, he thought Sheng Ling had lost the key.

But Yi Wulan doesn't care about these, this key is like the pair of cufflinks, from the moment it is given out, how the gift is treated has nothing to do with Yi Wulan.

Although the key was made by Yi Wulan himself, it was only made for Sheng Ling.Although the meaning of the cufflinks is very romantic, and the stars all over the sky are in the meaning of prosperity.

Under the warm yellow light, Yi Wulan lowered his head and carefully sketched the side face, in Sheng Ling's eyes, he looked very much like the person he used to be.

At that moment, Shu Linqing held his hand and raised his head to kiss him, complaining in a low voice: "Hey, be careful, you don't know art and can only make trouble."

Sheng Ling sat next to Yi Wulan and watched him flip through the album of cufflinks. All kinds of exquisite platinum and gemstone cufflinks were printed on the album and shone.

Sheng Ling sat next to Yi Wulan, followed by a few glances at the album.

Materials, design concepts and craftsmanship...he was dazzled.

Sheng Ling had to admit that he really didn't know anything about this aspect, and it was better to read the report than to read the album.

Yi Wulan had a relaxed posture, and Sheng Ling asked him, "Who do you want to design cufflinks for?"

Sheng Ling just asked casually, and Yi Wulan didn't necessarily want to make cufflinks when he looked at the album of cufflinks, he might just look at it casually.

Sure enough, Yi Wulan replied lazily: "Just to see."

Yi Wulan's attitude towards Sheng Ling has always been casual, he doesn't hide something in front of Sheng Ling like outsiders, and all his temper patterns are open in front of Sheng Ling.

This is actually very rare. With Sheng Ling's current status, few people act recklessly in front of him. Even friends like Yin Song who grew up from childhood would take it easy.

Sheng Ling squeezed Yi Wulan's wrist: "Will you make me a pair of cufflinks?"

Sheng Ling didn't really want the cufflinks, he just mentioned it as a joke, and the question was quite routine and not sincere.

Sheng Ling's sincerity always seems to be within reach, but it is actually hidden very deep.

Yi Wulan flicked through the album for a moment, then looked up at Sheng Ling under the light.

Under the light, Yi Wulan's eyes are like obsidian of excellent color, as if they hide thousands of emotions.

Yi Wulan's lips curved slightly, her eyes rolled, but she refused: "I won't do it."

I have already made a pair of things for Shengling, since they are not cherished, I will not do it again.

Sheng Ling raised his eyebrows when he received the rejection, and suddenly embraced Yi Wulan, hugged him directly onto the table, pinched Yi Wulan's waist and asked him: "Don't do it for me, do it for Xiang Jiuming?"

How could the gossip flying all over the sky today not excite Sheng Ling at all.

Yi Wulan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He hasn't even entered my studio, he just talked about the contract yesterday,"

He wanted to explain, but before he finished speaking, Sheng Ling stopped him.

He whimpered and couldn't speak.

The curtains on the balcony were drawn, Sheng Ling carried Yi Wulan and walked over there, where a lot of flowers were placed.

Yi Wulan couldn't breathe, so she pushed Sheng Ling and whispered, "Flower... flower pot, don't..."

Yi Wulan loves flowers, the balcony on the second floor of the studio is full of flowers, and the balcony at No. 232 Nanhua Road is also full of flowers, colorful and swaying in the wind.

Sheng Ling knew that he treasured those flowers, so he hugged them and saw that Yi Wulan was nervous, so he snorted softly, and led him in the opposite direction again.

"Straighten your legs, I see that your curtains are not closed, are you afraid of being photographed?"

Sheng Ling's voice was low and full of laughter.

"……Well"

Too much force, Yi Wulan thought, really too much force, he originally thought that Sheng Ling wouldn't care about it.

The two have a tacit understanding of the positioning of this marriage. One wants a substitute, and the other wants emotional inspiration.

Yi Wulan felt that she had underestimated the possessiveness of a man.

I don't know how many hours later, Yi Wulan entangled Sheng Ling's arm to stand still, and finally fell to the ground without being limp. When he turned on his phone, he found that it was already two o'clock in the morning.

"Are you hungry?" Sheng Ling carried him directly to the third floor of the studio.

Yi Wulan's studio has a total of three floors, and the third floor is Yi Wulan's lounge, and only Yi Wulan has the key.

Yi Wulan just felt as if he had been run over by something, and didn't want to move his fingers. He just gave Sheng Ling a sideways glance and gave a soft "hmm".

Sheng Ling sneered, sometimes he felt that Yi Wulan really looked like a goblin from somewhere, whether he was pestering people or talking to them, a look could trigger a reaction from people.

The time was awkward, it was neither midnight nor early morning, Yi Wulan was picky, and didn't like the food in the 24-hour convenience store.

There is a kitchen and ingredients on the third floor. Yi Wulan can't even stand up right now, so he must not be able to cook.

So Mr. Sheng condescended to order a bowl of noodles.

Although Mr. Sheng doesn't cook often, the taste is not bad, but it's not as good as the dishes made by Yi Wulan.

Yi Wulan ate a mouthful of noodles when the sky was getting dark, it was a bit salty, and subconsciously wanted to frown, seeing Sheng Ling folded his arms and looking at him, he let out a "huh" and ate it anyway.

No condition to be picky.

Yi Wulan ate a few mouthfuls, seeing that there was nothing in Sheng Ling's hands, she picked up a chopstick and signaled: "Why don't you eat?"

Sheng Ling lazily leaned against the door to play with the taste: "I was full last night."

The meaning is obvious.

Yi Wulan paused slightly with her fingertips, raised her lips a little, not losing at all: "I don't have the ability, don't frame me."

When Yi Wulan said this, the tails of his eyes were lifted up, his eyes were vivid and affectionate, hot and beautiful.

They haven't slept all night, and it's unrealistic to go home now, so the two of them will just make up for sleep in the room.

The furnishings and decorations of the rooms on the third floor are all in Yi Wulan's style, flashy but not greasy, exquisite but not too much, there may be roses made of broken diamonds hidden in small places, and various manuscripts are placed on the bookshelves, warm colors Lights, soothing music and light aromas.

It seems that Yi Wulan can live anywhere, and her personal style is obvious.

The environment was comfortable and the two slept soundly.

Shengling has a meeting at ten o'clock, and he has to wake up at nine o'clock. In his early years, he was arranged by Sheng's father to train in the most difficult army. At that time, it was considered good sleep to sleep for more than three hours. He has always kept this habit. , a few hours of sleep can refresh your mind.

Yi Wulan was different, he was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone.

Confused, it was his design assistant's voice: "Brother Lan, the outside of the studio is surrounded by reporters, bro, go online and have a look!"

Yi Wulan struggled to sit up, sleeping with her head slumped, her face still red, her eyes half-closed, obviously not getting enough sleep.

Sheng Ling went to wash up.

Yi Wulan propped up his arms, first opened the curtains to let the light in, and then saw a group of reporters outside the studio.

□□Short cannon black hole shots are all aimed at this house.

Sheng Ling got out of the shower and threw a cell phone at him.

"You've caused trouble." Yi Wulan dropped his phone and nestled into the soft quilt, he was not very comfortable being woken up.

Sheng Ling raised his eyebrows, walked over to pick up the phone, and turned on the screen with his knuckle hand——

[Wealthy love triangle, who does Yi Wulan love? ! ]

[Xiang Jiu expresses love is true or to compete with Mr. Sheng! ]

[Detailed explanation of the rich gossip these days]

[The reporter is anxiously waiting for Yi Wulan's reply]

……

Now some media dare to write any title for the sake of popularity.

After reading a long list of shocking media news, Sheng Ling understood what was going on, chuckled lightly, and bent down to hug Yi Wulan who was lying on his stomach: "Yi Wulan, be reasonable."

This matter obviously started because Xiang Jiuming Yi Wulan was photographed, and now Yi Wulan threw the phone away and pinned the blame on Sheng Ling's head.

Yi Wulan was very reasonable, and suppressed his temper: "The matter between me and Xiang Jiuming is over, and Mr. Sheng helped a popular young student yesterday, but he didn't calm him down."

"As a result, the traffic niche student was in a bad mood and broke the news directly. The heat of the matter can't be suppressed at all. Isn't it your responsibility?"

Yi Wulan's tone was lazy, well-founded and convincing.

It's not that this has never happened before. A few months ago, a rich lady who went crazy the first time she saw Sheng Ling came to Yi Wulan with a check: "1000 million, you divorce him, give him to me .”

It's a pity that 1000 million is too little, and it can't shake Yi Wulan at all.

Yi Wulan raised his head and glanced at Sheng Ling. The man had a straight nose and thin lips, a stern face, a perfectly curved jaw and deep eyebrows. As long as he was more focused, he looked sincere.Partial and gentleman capable.

Such a person, even if you don't get to know them closely, is easy to make people's hearts flutter.

Yi Wulan has known him for ten years, but he knows that Sheng Ling is a bitter medicine coated with icing sugar. It tastes sweet at first, but it is all bitter when it tastes inside.

Sheng Ling opened the curtain to look outside, and casually teased Yi Wulan: "Are you jealous?"

Of course he knew that Yi Wulan wouldn't be jealous like this, and he was more annoyed by what this trafficker did.

Yi Wulan leaned on the soft pillow to reply to everyone's messages, her voice was flat: "It won't happen."

Jealousy is basically insulated from Designer Yi.

But now Yi Wulan is really having a headache, he didn't expect that just negotiating a contract with Xiang Jiuming would cause a lot of troubles in the end.

A group of reporters squatted outside the studio, and Yi Wulan promised that he would be chased and questioned in the next few days.

What's more, Sheng Ling is still in the studio now, if the two of them go out together in the early morning, just think about how they will be arranged.

The point is, neither of them really wants to make their relationship public.

Yi Wulan was most annoyed by dealing with reporters.

Sheng Ling put on his shirt, looked back at Yi Wulan a little irritable, he roughly knew Yi Wulan's mood, so he asked him: "Why don't you come with me to Nuancheng for a business trip in the next few days."

Hearing the name of the city, Yi Wulan's first reaction was: "The sky is on the ground?"

Nuancheng is very famous, not for serious reasons such as tourism or economics.It's a large bay there, which specializes in providing services for couples.

A city full of flames of love.

Sheng Ling stopped buttoning the top button: "Do you want it?"

The scenery of Nuancheng is also good, and Yi Wulan thinks it's also good to go to relax and find inspiration.

Yi Wulan chuckled, took a sip of wolfberry tea, and leaned over to Sheng Ling. The curtains were lifted a little, and a sliver of light came in, and her lips with watery luster curled up: "Will you give it to me?"

The author has something to say: the cannon fodder is so miserable, after a hard work, Yi Wulan went directly to travel (mu) tour (tian) to disperse (xi) heart (di)

感谢在2019-12-2722:03:16~2019-12-2821:35:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: Cong Jingshu 14 bottles; Nana 5 bottles;

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