Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Liang Fei came back from the wind and snow, and the yard was full of lights. As far as he knew, Yi Wulan didn't seem to have the leisure to do these things in the cold weather.

Then there could only be someone else.

Liang Fei has the key here, and the door opens.

"I'm back, shall I cook you a bowl of glutinous rice balls?" Yi Wulan asked when he heard the door open.

Sheng Ling came over to pick up the heavy salute Liang Fei was carrying.

Liang Fei glanced at Sheng Ling, and it seemed that he had the answer, it was arranged by Sheng Ling.

Two gift boxes were placed in front of Yi Wulan. Liang Fei opened the box, and a whole box of rose chocolate and rose sugar looked exquisite and attractive under the lamp.

Liang Fei signaled: "I made it myself, Lan Lan, happy new year."

It's exactly midnight, and there will be a fireworks show at zero o'clock on the bank of the river this year. This house is very close to the river and has an excellent view.

Sheng Ling naturally opened the curtains and glanced at the windows, a row of floor-to-ceiling windows was illuminated by fireworks not far away.

Several people looked out the window together.

The brilliant fireworks exploded in the pitch-black sky, and the sparkles scattered down.

Yi Wulan looked at the familiar fireworks, which were almost replicas of the fireworks that Sheng Ling set off in the suburbs that night.

The light outside illuminated Sheng Ling's eyes. Yi Wulan rarely looked at Sheng Ling so carefully. Although he fell in love at first sight, Yi Wulan was not so much in love with Sheng Ling's appearance, it was better to say that he was in love with his temperament. strength and tenacity.

Eyebrows are sharp, the jaw line is very clear, and the appearance is very sharp. When you look at it, the bottomless eyes are full of affection.

Whispering, "Wu Lan, Happy New Year."

Yi Wulan's heart jumped involuntarily, like the sound of a bowl being knocked on the table, Yi Wulan looked at Sheng Ling and laughed.

Liang Fei watched the fireworks for a while, and subconsciously looked at Yi Wulan, just in time to see Yi Wulan's smiling eyes looking away from Sheng Ling, soft, light, with corners of eyes and brows, a slight smile.

Liang Fei lowered her eyes and curled her lips for a long while.

This year, a few people get together during the Chinese New Year, and it is rare to have a New Year's flavor.

Liang Fei warmed up the hot dishes, and Yi Wulan cooked another bowl of glutinous rice balls, placed them on the coffee table, chatted with Yi Wulan casually while eating.

Sheng Ling was busy grilling meat on the small induction cooker.

Originally, the three of them planned to have a hot pot meal together, but thinking that there were too few people and the pot would not be hot enough, it would be better to roast some vegetables and meat, which could be regarded as a dinner party.

Yi Wulan asked Liang Fei casually: "I saw news that you seem to be planning to take on a play next year?"

After eating the last bite of glutinous rice balls, Liang Fei couldn't get enough of it: "After midnight, it's this year."

"I do have this plan. The director who made that literary film approached me and said that he had a friend who wanted to make a film about the fashion industry."

"Oh, so." Yi Wulan handed the plate full of meat to Sheng Ling, "That's good, you have talent in acting."

Liang Fei sandwiched a spare rib: "Have you seen my movie, Lanlan?"

Sheng Ling: "Yes, I watched it with him."

The tone is flat, and there is no sign of declaring sovereignty.

Liang Fei glanced at him, and pointed to the lemon next to him: "Simple barbecue is still boring, you might as well squeeze two drops of lemon juice."

It makes you sour.

Yi Wulan smiled and shook his head.

Several people ate again, Sheng Ling took the dishes to the kitchen to clean up, Liang Fei was too full to move, so she sat on the carpet and chatted with Yi Wulan.

Liang Fei: "Are you sure?"

Yi Wulan leaned on the sofa: "I'm sure."

Liang Fei took out the lighter and tapped it on the tea table, but he still couldn't quit smoking, but he definitely wouldn't smoke in front of Yi Wulan: "I thought you would make him suffer again."

Yi Wulan looked at the vase on the coffee table, there were a few freshly planted roses: "My hair is already grey, that's enough."

Liang Fei chuckled, "You're still softening your heart."

Yi Wulan said softly, "Yes, and no."

Liang Fei smiled.

There are quite a lot of rooms in the villa, but only two were tidied up, and Liang Fei had one.

Sheng Ling and Yi Wulan were in the same room.

It's cold in winter, but it's warm to nest together.

"No, the color of this ribbon is not bright enough."

"No, this ribbon is too colorful."

Yi Wulan sat there and listened to Sheng Ling calmly picking out the wedding ribbon for a long time, she was really impatient, and pointed casually: "That's it."

Sheng Ling hesitated to speak.

Yi Wulan: "Say."

Sheng Ling: "The color of this ribbon just happened to collide with the color of our dresses, so it might look ugly."

Yi Wulan: ...

Are you a designer or am I a designer?Why are you so picky? ? ?

Yi Wulan, who was preparing for the wedding to doubt her life, even had the idea of ​​going out to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

He couldn't understand how Sheng Ling could be so excited, he had to personally choose the style of the glasses, not to mention the venue dresses and flower candles.

Yi Wulan wanted to cover her forehead after thinking about it: "Sheng Ling, is this your first marriage?"

The two of them are strictly speaking remarried.

"Huh?" Sheng Ling had already started to adjust the colors with the paint in his hands: "This is the first time holding a wedding."

Sheng Ling laughed out loud, and said softly, "Is it possible?"

Yi Wulan: ...

Reluctantly: "OK."

Just when the phone rang, Yi Wulan took the phone and went out to answer the call, to get some air.

It was Li Fugui's call. He knew exactly what Yi Wulan was doing now, so he couldn't help laughing. Yi Wulan listened lazily, stabbing Li Fugui from time to time.

Li Fugui was so angry that he wanted to break up the relationship on the spot, and he didn't even want to attend the wedding.

As a result, on the day of the wedding, Li Fugui was the first to go.

Yi Wulan didn't know how the wedding scene would be arranged. Sheng Ling repeatedly asked Yi Wulan's opinion on the scene arrangement. Basically, Yi Wulan didn't have to worry about the arrangement and various trivial matters.

After arriving at the place, Yi Wulan found out that Sheng Ling had arranged the entire island as a wedding venue.

Everyone on the island can participate, and the core location is at the seaside. This place is for relatives and friends. After the whole procedure, it is an ideal scene that almost hits Yi Wulan's heart.

Details can be seen everywhere, and Yi Wulan's iconic withered rose is cleverly arranged in many places.

And the wedding scene is full of roses under the stars.

The question asked by the witnesses on the stage was: "Sheng Ling, do you like roses? Are you willing to dedicate all your love to your roses until the end of your life?"

Sheng Ling said solemnly, "I am willing."

The witness looked at Yi Wulan, but asked, "Yi Wulan, are you willing to be this rose?"

Yi Wulan suddenly turned his head to look at Sheng Ling, Sheng Ling had expected it, and lowered his eyes to look at Yi Wulan, the cold and hard outline was soft.

Nodded slightly.

Yi Wulan took a light breath: "I am willing."

Li Fugui tossed the petals he had prepared a long time ago, and a group of people laughed.

After the ceremony, a group of friends Yin Song and Sheng Ling wanted to come over to have fun, but found that both of them had disappeared.

Liang Fei came over and pointed to the sky: "They are over there."

hot air balloon.

When it reached the highest point, the brilliant sunset glow layered upon layer, Sheng Ling hugged Yi Wulan, his lips fell gently.

Sheng Ling laughed softly, just about to speak.

Yi Wulan interrupted directly: "No, no, don't even think about it."

With Sheng Ling's temperament, it's not impossible to do something on the hot air balloon.

When the two of them returned to their room that night, they still made up for those who could.

Yi Wulan only remembered saying something in Sheng Ling's ear: "Husband."

Then he was tossed until his voice was almost completely hoarse.

Even the wrist of the right hand looked reddish the next day.

Outside the window, there were flowers blooming like brocades, Sheng Ling came in with a bowl of sugar water, his tall and straight figure was unbelievably good-looking.

I also brought a few roses and put them in a glass bottle by the bed.

The petals are delicate and vivid, and they are vivid colors.

Under the golden sunshine, Yi Wulan smiled lightly.

The drumbeat called romantic poetry penetrates all time and finally reaches Yi Wulan's side.

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