Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

When Yi Wulan woke up early in the morning, she felt that she shouldn't have been drinking last night;

The waist is like being run over.

Gu Qianwang, who Sheng Ling had suppressed for several years, broke the cage and was out of control. Last night, he pinched his wrist and changed several positions.

Crazy as hell.

It's cool, it's cool, and it's really over.

He turned on his phone and saw that several friends had sent him messages.

Li Fugui sent two messages at five o'clock in the morning: "Lan'er, it's my father who is useless. My father was drunk and couldn't stop that thief Sheng Ling."

"Lan'er, remember, you can't be tempted even if you lose your body, we only care about our kidneys and not our hearts"

Another message after nine o'clock: "Lan, is your waist okay?"

Yi Wulan raised the corners of her lips into a sneer, and quickly pressed a text message: "Act there again, and I will let you know who your father is."

He pressed the phone off and stuffed it under the pillow.

You don't need to read the text messages of the rest of the people, they must be ridiculed.

Yesterday, in the middle of the night after Sheng Ling tried his best to think of a way to make Yi Wulan call her husband, but she was unsuccessful.

Yi Wulan sat up, holding a cushion under his waist, if Sheng Ling knew how to restrain himself a little last night, it still needs to be discussed, such tossing still has this requirement.

Go dream.

The bedroom door was knocked lightly a few times, and the door opened, and Sheng Ling walked in with the fragrance and rich taste of porridge with vegetables and lean meat.

It should be ready to go out, Sheng Ling is fully dressed in a suit and tie, with broad shoulders, a straight figure, a handsome face, and an inexplicable spirit all over his body.

It's like I finally got my feet.

It doesn't look like he didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night.

Sheng Ling sat on the side of the bed with the porridge, looked at Yi Wulan with deep eyes, "How about a bowl of porridge?"

It's good that he didn't make a sound, but when Yi Wulan made a sound, the man's low and hoarse voice that was obviously acting fiercely last night and kept asking him if he was okay could be heard.

Yi Wulan was annoyed by the question, and bit Sheng Ling several times.

Yi Wulan gritted her teeth, turned her head to look at the flowers outside the window, controlled her expression and said slowly: "Eat."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse.

Yi Wulan: ...

Sheng Ling couldn't help laughing, and stirred the porridge with a spoon: "It was my fault last night, I couldn't restrain myself, I turned to the wall and thought about it."

"Drink the porridge first."

With that appearance, he wished to feed the porridge into Yi Wulan's mouth, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was extremely good.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Yi Wulan asked Sheng Ling to water the flowers, and then brought a few pots of flowers into the house.

While doing things, Sheng Ling said, "I'll have someone bring in lunch, you should have a good rest, and I'll bring back dinner, what do you want to eat?"

Yi Wulan didn't answer immediately, but took the paint from the bedside and said, "Come here."

Sheng Ling put down the flowers and walked over.

Yi Wulan smiled and motioned Sheng Ling to bow his head: "Do you want to live here?"

Sheng Ling lowered his head, his eyes lit up.

Yi Wulan grabbed Sheng Ling's neck, and took a pen to draw under the man's jawline: "You can live if you want, but only on weekends, but I'll draw a picture for you."

Sheng Ling opened his eyes.

Yi Wulan said forcefully: "Without my permission, don't wash it off."

The paint-stained pen traced the upper part of Sheng Ling's neck, lightly, slowly, and itchy.

Sheng Ling didn't dare to move, Ren Yi Wulan outlined it carefully.

From his angle, he could see Yi Wulan's focused eyes and slightly raised neck.

The Adam's apple couldn't stop sliding up and down, Yi Wulan noticed, stretched out his hand to press it, and said with a sigh: "It's not a rule."

Sheng Ling smiled helplessly, "I can't help it."

Food and sex are also human nature.

What's more, for Sheng Ling, Yi Wulan was almost everything to him.

Yi Wulan put away the pen, pushed Sheng Ling directly, and signaled him to go and see for himself.

Sheng Ling walked to the mirror, and saw a plum blossom outlined under his jawline, a small water-red plum blossom.

Originally a man with a handsome face and a handsome temperament, now there is more meaning in this way.

"Wu Lan..." Sheng Ling couldn't laugh or cry.

He estimated that he would be watched wherever he went, whether it was a stranger or an acquaintance.

Yi Wulan didn't even look at it, and said slowly, "Isn't it good? It's suitable for the occasion."

The winter solstice is coming soon, so it's not just the occasion.

After saying that, he nestled under the quilt and continued to sleep.

Yi Wulan cleared all the work a month ago, and can rest for a while.

Sheng Ling really had nothing to do with Yi Wulan, so he put on his suit jacket and went out.

The board meeting was going to be held today, and Sheng Ling arrived on time because of Yi Wulan.

He sat on the first seat calmly, many people looked up at him, their eyes paused for a moment, some people showed a surprised expression, and there was a naive one who choked on drinking water and coughed.

Even Special Assistant Xu couldn't help but cast a few glances.

Really, it's too conspicuous, as long as Sheng Ling raises his head slightly, it's very obvious. The few water-red plum blossoms look like some ambiguous traces when viewed from a distance.

Special assistant Xu wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes, let alone other people.

In all fairness, it's not ugly, it can even be said to be good-looking, but this... is on Sheng Ling's body.

Either Sheng Ling lost his mind, or someone deliberately drew it here for people to see.

But who can paint flowers on Sheng Ling?

Xu Tezhu's eyes flashed, and he immediately thought of someone.

If it was him, it would not be surprising.

Sheng Ling was still very calm and calm, raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Okay, that's all for today, is there anything else you want to say?"

Everyone shook their heads, Sheng Ling nodded politely, stood up and prepared to go to the next work place.

Special Assistant Xu took the documents and sent him to the parking lot. When Sheng Ling got into the car, Special Assistant Xu said, "Congratulations."

Sheng Ling smiled: "Thank you."

Sheng Ling was actually not very free during this time, and could even be called busy.

It just so happened that today Yin Song approached Sheng Ling for the project, and within a short while after entering the door, he found a few flowers with an indescribable expression: "Brother Ling, you are too much, lost power,"

Sheng Ling interrupted directly: "Does it look good?"

Yin Song:?

Sheng Ling's face was light: "It looks good, and you don't have it either."

Yin Song: ...

You are really good, Sheng Ling.

In terms of face, there are very few people who can compare to Sheng Ling, after all, he is a man who can even steal marriages.

With this changing imprint, Sheng Ling was laughed at for a whole month, and then all the acquaintances got used to it.

On the day of the winter solstice, Liang Fei was unable to make it back due to an urgent matter, so eating glutinous rice balls was moved to the Chinese New Year.

Yi Wulan took on a few more design projects, and stayed in the studio until dark when he was busy.

Sheng Ling would pick him up every time he said hello, and sometimes he would go earlier if he was in time, and bring Yi Wulan a cup of hot rose milk tea or sugar water.

When it gets late, stay overnight on Zhongbei Road.

As time went by, Yi Wulan got used to it.

It's like having an extra warm quilt at home.

On New Year's Eve, Liang Fei agreed to come back as soon as possible before 12 o'clock.

Yi Wulan told him: "Don't rush, the weather is bad, don't rush."

Sheng Ling went to the Sheng family's old house to see Rong Hui, and after being insulted by Sheng Jue, he hurried back to Zhongbei Road to spend the New Year with Yi Wulan.

The New Year’s Eve dinner prepared by Yi Wulan included sweet and sour pork ribs and diced spicy chicken, and a small portion was left for Liang Fei. The two of them ate a bowl of glutinous rice balls, warmed up, and watched the Spring Festival Gala together in the heated room .

The mobile phone is full of red envelopes and text messages, and Yi Wulan is rarely on Weibo. Many fans clamor for him to live broadcast, and some people ask him if there will be long skirts for women in the next issue of 'Bolan'.

Yi Wulan picked a few replies.

In the middle of the night, a light snow fell in Jiangcheng.

Sheng Ling suggested turning on the light on the porch to see the snow.

Yi Wulan turned off the TV, put on a scarf and agreed.

The door opened, and the cold wind rushed over, Sheng Ling took his hand and took a step forward to block it.

Colored lights suddenly lit up in the yard, hidden behind trees, hidden in grass, and hung on flower stands.

Yi Wulan's heart skipped a beat.

Sheng Ling held his hand tightly, and touched the box of decorative tiles that Sheng Ling said a friend gave him a few days ago. Yi Wulan saw that the appearance was okay, so he placed it in the yard for decoration, just waiting for the spring to put a few pots of flowers on top.

It was an ingeniously designed switch, and when it was turned on, the fragrance of roses could hardly be hidden.

Layers of roses are spread out, and two rings are hidden in the middle.

Sheng Ling's deep voice is quite textured: "Wu Lan, I may only think of some clichéd romances."

I don't know much about the style, but I can't give enough surprises.

Yi Wulan smiled: "It's really cliche."

"It's still cold."

It's still snowing outside.

In order not to alarm him, Sheng Ling must have spent a lot of time arranging these arrangements.

Everyone knew that Yi Wulan was attracted to Sheng Ling at first sight.

Now everyone knows that Sheng Ling loves Yi Wulan forever.

"Are you going to hold a wedding?" Yi Wulan raised Sheng Ling's little finger.

Sheng Ling's Adam's apple rolled: "Is it possible?"

Yi Wulan: ...

"Don't bring the words you use in bed to your normal life in the future."

Sheng Ling smiled deeply.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: What a chirp!

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Yinxuanche (knead Che!) 3; Fox Yanjiu (wine wine), no way (you can!), golden-apple (take another bite) 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Muxie; 5 bottles of Quiet Whirling; 2 bottles of I am the King (-ι_-); I have a holiday tomorrow, 1 bottle of previous Astro Boy; (hug)

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