Bunch of grass

The next day happened to be the weekend, and relatives arrived as scheduled, with a dull pain in the lower abdomen. Feng Ling was nestled at home and didn't want to go anywhere, and he didn't even bother to get out of bed. The mobile phone on the bedside table rang, stopped, rang again, and stopped again. Five minutes later, her doorbell rang.The char siu bun who was lying in the corner and counting his toes looked up at Mrs. Fandong, and seeing that she was not moving, he ignored her and continued to count his toes with his head down.

The doorbell rang persistently, without stopping for a moment. Fengling jumped off the bed and ran to the door barefoot. Char Siew Bao Dianer followed behind, opened the door, Echizen Ryuya in sportswear stood at the door, Echizen Ryoma followed behind him.

"What's the matter?" Looking at Long Ya standing in front of her, the dream flashed through Feng Ling's mind, and her heartbeat paused for no reason.

Long Ya glanced down at the barefoot wind chime, frowned, and handed over the phone and earphone cable: "Why don't you wear slippers? Yun Xi's phone."

Feng Ling reached out to take the phone, put on the spare slippers placed in the entrance, walked to the living room and sat down, picked up the phone, looked at the two women on the video side, and put the earplugs into their ears. The two women saw Feng Ling , his eyes lit up immediately, and he said in unison: "Please calm down, Your Majesty, the young ones know that they are wrong."

Feng Ling couldn't help laughing, then straightened her face: "Where did you go wrong?"

"Your Majesty, we shouldn't speculate about Shang's intentions." Yan Zinuo blinked and said.

"Your Majesty, we shouldn't arbitrarily arrange non-essential items and make Your Majesty furious." Tezuka Yunxi pouted and said.

"Your Majesty, in fact, you will also..."

"Your Majesty, we are making a big joke."

"Your Majesty, Guoguang will give us a lesson this afternoon."

"Your Majesty, my brother has never been so serious before."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, a wife slave and sister-in-law, will educate you verbally?" Feng Ling raised her brows with an unbelievable expression.

"Wow, Ling, let me tell you, this is the first time I've heard Guoguang say such a long paragraph, it's almost like a hen laying eggs, clucking and clucking non-stop."

"That's right, Miss Xiaoling, my brother has finished what he said in the previous 26 years today."

"Oh?" The tone rose slightly, and Feng Ling looked at the Tezuka Kunimitsu hen who appeared behind the two, "What did he say?"

"He said that we can be discovered even if we make a video call, which is too careless." Yan Zinuo thought for a while and said.

"Ah?" Feng Ling was taken aback, she saw a drop of cold sweat appearing on Tezuka Hen's forehead.

"No, no, Miss Xiaoling, my brother definitely didn't say that." It is estimated that Tezuka Yunxi touched Yan Zinuo secretly, and the sister realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly shut her mouth. Xi sang a one-man show by himself, "My brother said that the two of us did a little too much. You shouldn't let Ryoma bring these things over there, and you shouldn't let Ryoma make a video call to us when things are getting out of control, and you shouldn't be in the middle of it. I will provoke you when I am a little angry. Sister Xiaoling, I'm sorry, we were wrong."

"Ling, you just take those things..." Yan Zinuo interrupted.

"I'll take it as a gift." Feng Ling said calmly.

"Eh?" Yan Zinuo and Tezuka Yunxi looked at each other and said in unison, "Are you not angry with us?"

"Can I survive?" Feng Ling rolled her eyes.

"If you conceive more than one at a time, you will be born." Yan Zinuo said solemnly.

"Crazy." Feng Ling glared at Yan Zinuo.

"Hey, Ling, if I get crazy, your godson will be crazy too. You are the crazy godmother."

"I don't have a goddaughter as old as you."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Ling bullied me." Yan Zinuo bit a small handkerchief and turned around to flee to her husband's warm embrace, seeking comfort.

"Miss Xiaoling, to be honest, Brother Long Ya is really good, you can consider it..." Before Tezuka Yunxi finished speaking, she saw a different person on the other end of the video, and she called, "The Empress My lord, my lord empress, listen to my little explanation, where have you been?" The voice echoed over the living room.

"Boiled brown sugar ginger water, do you want to drink it?" The sound of the wind chime faintly came from the direction of the kitchen.

Holding the mobile phone, Long Ya put away the earphone cable on the sofa and stuffed it into her trouser pocket. Looking at Tezuka Yunxi at the other end of the video, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "What did you tell her? You need to explain to her."

"Brother Long Ya, you heard wrong."

"Is it?"

"Ah, Brother Long Ya, it's very late now, and I'm going to bed. You have to know that more beauty sleep is better for girls, so that's it, good night. Send me a good night kiss to Sister Fengling, okay? Da." Tezuka Yunxi pursed his lips and made a kiss, then waved his hand towards the camera, and hung up the phone quickly.

Long Ya looked at the mobile phone back to the main interface, turned her head and glanced at the busy woman in the kitchen, looked back at Echizen Ryoma who was about to sneak away, coughed, and said coolly: "Ryoma, I think the two of us We need to have a good chat."

"Can you say no?" Echizen turned around, looked at his elder brother, and moved towards the door.

Long Ya frowned slightly: "What do you think?"

Echizen suddenly felt that his whole body was "bright and cool", he took another step back, but was blocked by something, and when he turned his head, he saw pork buns lying behind him, with a pair of eyes the size of apricot pits staring straight at him. Staring at him intently, I saw the dog spirit grinning, showing a row of sharp teeth.

On that Saturday afternoon, Feng Ling didn't know where Long Ya and Echizen went or what they did, but only knew that when the two brothers came to her house for dinner that night, Echizen's entire face was pale, Feng Ling asked the reason, Long Ya was indifferent Suddenly came a sentence: "Hestill has slots more to work on."

Fengling bit her chopsticks and looked at Echizen, who was despised from head to toe by her elder brother. Although she was a little distressed, the joy in the deepest part of her heart was far greater than this pity.

Five days passed, and the visiting relatives waved their sleeves, bid farewell to the clouds in the sky, and drifted away.At six o'clock in the morning, Fengling opened her eyes on time and stared at the ceiling. The char siew bun sleeping next to her raised her head and looked around, then buried her head in the quilt again. Fengling turned over and raised her hand to touch it. Touching the head of the char siew bun, the char siu bun whimpered comfortably, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the mobile phone on the bedside table.

The phone is very quiet.

Hearing only a slight "Geda", Feng Ling stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt and wrapped himself in it from head to toe, but the sound of Gedda every minute still penetrated into the eardrums, five times the sound of Gedda Finally, Feng Ling lifted the quilt abruptly and sat up, her dark almond eyes fixed on the still quiet mobile phone.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Fengling's eyes widened, and she jumped off the bed. She didn't care to put on her slippers, and ran out of the bedroom with her bare feet. The Char Siu Bao also jumped down, "da da da..." followed behind Mr. Fandong.Feng Ling opened the door, looked at the well-dressed young man with dark green hair standing at the door, pursed his lips and smiled: "Good morning, Long Yajun."

"Why did you get up?" Long Ya frowned, and her eyes fell on Feng Ling's bare feet, "Where are your slippers?"

"I slept a little late last night, wait for me for 5 minutes." After Feng Ling left a sentence, she turned and ran back to the bedroom.

The barbecued pork bun squatted at the entrance, raised his left hind leg and scratched his face. It was obviously winter, why did Mr. Dog feel the breath of spring?

The human world is really hard to understand.

Fengling's morning running training was forced to come to an end in early November, because the initiator of the training, Echizen Ryuya, was dragged away to Sparta by the devil coach for a month.

As autumn and winter come, the atmosphere of Christmas on the streets of New York gradually increases.

Fengling rested her chin and looked at the two tickets for the art exhibition on the table. On the ticket was an ink painting of Mount Fuji.The ticket was given by the director's wife. Originally, the two of them went to the art exhibition together. They pretended not to let the baby in their stomach lose at the starting line. As a result, the famous director's wife forgot that she had an appointment with a private doctor on weekends. Doing a prenatal checkup, so there is an extra ticket for the art exhibition.

Who should I date?

Fengling opened the phone's address book, sliding her finger slightly, and countless names came into her sight. Her eyes paused and landed on one of the names. She bit her red lips lightly and lowered her eyes. After a while, her fingertips gently Touching the screen, the phone number popped up, and her fingers paused on those Arabic numerals for a while, and just when she made up her mind to press it, a call came in.

Looking at the name displayed on the screen, my heart skipped a beat for no reason, my fingers slid across the screen involuntarily, and my arm put the phone to my ear involuntarily: "Hello?"

"Huh? Answer the phone so quickly?" A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"...uh...uh, uh, was on my phone just now. Are you back in New York?"

"Come back in the morning. Are you free tomorrow?"

"Huh? Tomorrow?"

"What? Are there other arrangements?"

"Ah...ah, no, there is no arrangement."

"Cough..." The other party cleared his throat and said, "I have two tickets for the Masao Hasegawa painting exhibition in Japan. I thought you like painting, so I asked if you want to go?"

"Eh?" Feng Ling was taken aback, looking down at the tickets on the table.How can he have it there?

"Have you seen it?"

"No."

"Then do you want to go?"

"Okay."

Feng Ling hung up the phone, put the phone over her heart, and smiled.

On the other end of the radio wave, the dark-green-haired young man closed the phone and came out of the bathroom, walked up to the purple-gray-haired young man who was sitting by the window, sat down, took a sip of the slightly cooled coffee, and put the two cards on the table. Picking up the ticket and stuffing it into the wallet, he nodded to the man opposite: "Thanks, Atobe."

"It's a trivial matter." Atobe put down the coffee in his hand, raised his hand to caress the tear mole in the corner of his eye, "Senior Long Ya is planning to take his girlfriend to see it?"

"Not yet." Long Ya leaned back on the chair and said.

"Oh? Future girlfriend?"

Long Ya smiled and said nothing.

"Well... I'm very curious about whether the woman who can make Senior Long Ya settle down has three heads and six arms."

"Three heads and six arms? Doesn't this seem to be in line with your aesthetics?"

"A woman who fits my uncle's aesthetics can make you settle down?"

"It's true that she doesn't fit your aesthetics, but she suits my taste."

"Really?" Atobe picked up the coffee in front of him, drank it down, stood up, looked at Long Ya who was still sitting leisurely on the sofa, and said, "When did Senior Long Ya put that woman who liked you Take it out to have a look. My uncle left beforehand, so call me."

Turning her head to watch Atobe leave, Longya withdrew her gaze, looked at the cup of coffee on the table, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a very distracted smile appeared in her amber phoenix eyes.

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