Bunch of grass

35. Agreed Events

After returning from Atobe’s house, Long Ya and Echizen, who had been absent from training for several days, were caught by the coach who had entered menopause early and thrown into the devil training camp for confinement. They were not released until the eve of the new year.

The next day, at New York's Kennedy International Airport, Feng Ling stood at the security checkpoint of the departure hall. Across the railing, stood opposite a young man with dark green hair carrying a black golf bag. She pursed her lips, stretched out her right hand, and said, "Dragon Yajun, please cheer for the competition."

Long Ya raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand to hold Feng Ling's hand, and did not let go, Feng Ling's cheeks were slightly hot, she wanted to pull her hand back, but it was in vain, she looked down at the big boney hand , biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth: "Long...Long Yajun?"

"Hey, Xiaoling." The corner of Longya's mouth raised a beautiful arc, and her amber phoenix eyes stared at Fengling.

"What?" Feng Ling looked up at Long Ya.

"When I come back, let's date." Long Ya's eyes showed a trace of firmness, and the smile on his lips became stronger, "The purpose of dating is marriage."

Feng Ling's heart couldn't help trembling, she stared at Long Ya in a daze, subconsciously bit her lips.

"Someone in China once said that falling in love without the purpose of getting married is a hooligan."

"That's what he said."

"Well... whoever said it. Anyway, 'Let's date' is what I told you." Long Ya still did not let go of Feng Ling's hand, and raised her chin slightly, "How?"

Seeing Long Ya's expression of "I will never give up if you don't agree", Feng Ling couldn't laugh or cry, she looked down at the tip of her shoe, and after a while, she looked up at Long Ya: "Okay, when you come back from Australia, We just dated for the purpose of getting married."

The smile on Long Ya's face gradually widened. He let go of Feng Ling's right hand, took out the sunglasses from his trouser pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose. He turned around and took a few steps forward. The wind chime outside, his heart was filled to the brim at that moment.

Fengling waved his hand, Long Yabi gave an OK gesture, turned around, trotted a few steps to catch up with Echizen and the coach who were waiting not far away.When Long Ya's back disappeared around the corner, Feng Ling withdrew her gaze, looked down at someone's warm palm, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, turned and walked towards the parking lot.

At the end of January, New York was hit by a sudden blizzard, and the bustling metropolis was instantly covered in dazzling white. Feng Ling stood in front of the French window of the office, looking at the silver world outside the window, and reflected her own figure on the glass window. The plaid scarf around her neck drew her gaze back, and she lowered her head. The scarf seemed to still have the breath of that person. Although there was a phone call every day to express their feelings to each other, her heart was still full of longing.

What is he doing now?

There was a vibration in her pocket, and Feng Ling came back to her senses, and hurriedly took out her phone from her pocket. When she saw the caller ID, her face showed an undisguised sense of disappointment, and she slid her finger across the screen of the phone: "Mom?"

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Mother Feng's voice came from the other end of the phone.Because Chinese New Year is approaching after New Year's Day, Mother Feng did not go back to Japan with her office worker husband and student party son. The son went back together.

"Mom made Japanese food." Feng Ling raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"I said girl, you've been eating Japanese food for almost a month, aren't you tired?" Feng's mother really couldn't understand why her daughter loves Japanese food so much. When she was in Japan before, she always ate Chinese food for every meal. vegetable.

"Well... because my mother is going back to Japan after the Chinese New Year, I won't be able to eat the super authentic dishes made by my mother, so I have to eat more." It is also because there is his taste in that dish.

"Okay, okay, let's eat omelet rice tonight."

"And miso soup."

"Do you need saury?"

"Mom, I love you."

"Auntie, prepare an extra copy, I love you too." A hearty voice came out of nowhere, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and turned his head, only to see a pregnant woman with a big belly smiling behind her.

"Hey, is it girl Wen?" Mother Feng also heard that voice and asked.

"It's me, auntie, I still want to eat the spicy cabbage you made." Zhang Wen snatched Feng Ling's phone and said cheerfully into the phone.

Feng Ling rolled her eyes, turned her head and continued to look out the window.

Chirping, chirping, Zhang Wen hung up the phone, returned the phone to Feng Ling, and put one hand on her shoulder: "Girl, let's go together after get off work."

"Where is the child's own father?" Feng Ling asked in surprise.The director is well-known in the whole company for doting on his wife, especially after being pregnant, the director who makes the east dare not go west, the dog dare not chase the cat, the director who loves his wife like his life will abandon her on this snowy night. Wife seeking pleasure alone?

"He has a must-go dinner, so I'm the only one left at home tonight, and then he was worried and relieved, so I said I'll go to your house for dinner to make him feel at ease." Zhang Wen shrugged Shoulder, tell the whole story.

"Since when have I become a reassurance for you and your husband?" Feng Ling's mouth twitched fiercely.

"Oh, my dear, you have always been my Dinghaishenzhen."

"Well, you will never escape from the palm of that guy in your family."

"..."

The arrival of Zhang Wen made Feng's mother, who was crazy about her grandson, find her spiritual sustenance instantly. After dinner, she sent her daughter to the kitchen, and she took Zhang Wen to sit on the sofa in the living room and began to talk about the precautions during pregnancy, Postpartum mood problems and all aspects involved in the child's growth process, while Zhang Wen, who claims to be someone else's mother's caring little padded jacket, has an empathetic look, and tells what she knows in detail over and over.Zhang Wen's cooperative performance won the favor of Feng's mother, and the two chatted non-stop.

The laughter of the two women came from the living room, and Feng Ling shook her head helplessly. She reached out to turn off the faucet, and walked out of the kitchen with a wrung-out rag. She was wiping the table when she heard an exclamation. Looking at the two people nestled on the sofa, they held a tablet computer in their hands, and the char siew buns that were lying on Mother Feng's lap also raised their heads and stared at the tablet.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ling asked with a tight heart, the rag in her hand was pinched into a ball.What happened to him?

"No...it's nothing. Your godson kicked me." Zhang Wen said hastily, reaching out to touch his swollen abdomen, "Stinky boy, I know how to bully your mother now, let me see how I deal with you when you come out .”

When Feng Ling heard this, she rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen with a rag.She clearly heard the exclamation from her own mother.

After Feng Ling left, the two women who held the tablet in front of them let out a long breath. They put down the tablet, and Zhang Wen, who covered Mother Feng, turned his head to look at Mother Feng with a slightly gloomy face, and asked: " Auntie, do you know Echizen Ryuya?"

"I don't know." Mother Feng answered with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"..." Zhang Wen closed her mouth knowingly. Although she had hidden so many little bugs called gossip in her heart, she knew that she couldn't ask questions at this time.

"Stinky boy, what did you say that you like our little bell, and now you are flirting abroad, flirting with women, and see how I will deal with you when you come back." Mother Feng muttered, speaking in Japanese.

Zhang Wen took a look at Feng Mama, and then his eyes fell on the entertainment news on the tablet. She knew two people in the photo, one was a tennis player and the other was a model. Both of them had taken photos for their company. Advertisements in different periods, I thought their intersection was limited to this, but what is the picture of feeding in front of me?

The gossip king is having an affair again?

The barbecued pork bun glanced at the photo, and put its head on Mother Feng's lap again. With its experienced titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, it could see the problem at a glance. The reporter who took this photo, come out, dog Uncle promise not to kill you.

Feng Ling packed up everything in the kitchen and came out, took out a paper towel to wipe off the water droplets on her hands, the living room was still a joyous scene.

Seeing the wind chime coming out, Zhang Wen quickly stood up, picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on: "Auntie, girl, I should go back."

"It's so early, let's sit down later." Mother Feng turned off the tablet, got up and straightened Zhang Wen's collar.

"Stop sitting, the guy in our family is probably back." Zhang Wen smiled, and turned to look at Mother Feng, "Auntie, thank you tonight, my parents passed away early, so no one has ever told me These."

"Thank you, your son is the godson of the girl, so I will be his god-grandmother, and the god-grandmother's god-grandson will naturally hurt to the bone." Speaking of this, Feng's mother began to feel melancholy again, "It's just me Can I become a grandma at that time?" Then she seemed to think of something, her face changed slightly, she looked up at the wind chime, and said, "Girl, you send Wen girl home. Wen girl, come to our house when you are free. As a guest, Auntie will cook authentic Chinese food for you."

"Okay." Zhang Wen nodded with a smile, and left with Feng Ling, who was seen by his mother as a black line.

Standing in the elevator, Feng Ling looked at the numbers on the screen that changed according to a certain frequency, and then looked back at Zhang Wen standing beside her: "Sister Wen, what happened to my mother just now? Did you see something?"

Zhang Wen turned her head to look at the wind chime, and after a while, she shook her head: "I don't know what's wrong with Auntie, we just saw that Echizen Long Ya has another rumored girlfriend."

Feng Ling was taken aback.

"But we all know that rumored girlfriend." Zhang Wen raised his hand and gently stroked his abdomen.

"...Who is it?" Feng Ling was taken aback again, and habitually touched her pocket, only to find that she had nothing with her except her wallet and keys.

Zhang Wen stared at Fengling, looked again and again, and said, "An Qi. An Qi is the model who lives upstairs in your house."

The author has something to say: Classmate Long Ya is still good

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