Chuanshu: I want to get divorced every day

The porridge is white rice porridge, nothing is put in, the rice grains of Bai Yingying are round and plump, looking very pleasing.

The porridge smells like rice and is full of flavor. It is probably the rice produced in the Kanto region that can have such a good quality. The grains are full and the fragrance is strong.

Country F rarely has staple foods such as rice or white rice porridge. Although rice has also flowed into country F in recent years, it is well known by people.But rice of this quality from Kanto is probably not easy to come by.

Or not at all.

The bowl of blue and white porcelain contained more than half a bowl of rich porridge, which is probably a common meal at ordinary times, but at this time and here, it may be more than just a bowl of porridge.

"Yeclub..." Song Wang refused their Yeclub's offer to feed him, leaned against the head of the bed and reached out to take the bowl, watching Ye Linghan hesitate to speak.

"?" Ye Linghan tilted his head slightly and looked at Song Wang with some doubts, after calling him, he lowered his head and stared at the porridge bowl without saying a word.

Song Wang smiled lightly and said, "It's all right."

Originally, he wanted to ask where the Kanto rice came from, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to ask. Whether it was shipped from China or bought at a high price in country F, it was not easy.

I don't know if he has read too much information given by 0395, and even has a picture in his mind.

With a cigar in their mouths, they ordered to his butler with the five-point sneer, three-point carelessness, and two-point cold smiles exclusive to the domineering president: "I want to use rice from Kanto! Tomorrow night I will See it on my table!"

Then the helicopter chugs and chugs from the country, carrying the rice from the Kanto region across the mountains and seas, and flies across the ocean to transport the few kilograms of Kanto rice to country F.

They stood in the yard swaying with lavender and watched the servants move the rice into the kitchen, finally showing a satisfied smile.

Song Wang was overwhelmed by his own brain, but he still enjoyed it and couldn't control his mind.

I didn't realize how bad my idea just now was.They seldom smoked cigars in nightclubs, and it was difficult for Ye Linghan to smell the smell of smoke.

On him is the body wash that Song Wang is very familiar with, mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent, which is light and not pungent, and hidden under his cold appearance is surprisingly friendly.

They didn't have a butler in the nightclub, at most they were looking for some kind of friend's excuse to make things difficult for Zheng Di.

Finally, it still takes a certain amount of time to apply for a helicopter to fly across the country, and it takes at least ten hours to fly from China.Even if Ye Linghan's pilot is a former Air Force retired, it is impossible to make it in time.

Even if they are always gods at night, they can't be in time.

Afterwards, Song Wang found out that there were so many loopholes that could defeat his imagination, but at this moment, Song Wang seemed to have lost his mind and insisted on thinking that the Kanto rice was shipped from China by Ye Linghan.

This friendship is far more precious than rice.

Song Wang hasn't eaten yet, just smelling the porridge feels sweet.

"Not to your liking?" Ye Linghan asked a little nervously as Song Wang was holding the spoon in his hands and refused to eat.

This porridge was stewed by him himself, and Ye Linghan's skill points in the kitchen were not lit up as usual, either because he put too much water and added too little rice to cook a pot of thicker rice washing water, or because he put too little water After adding too much rice, the porridge was made into rice.

The most outrageous thing was that once Ye Linghan didn't know what went wrong, he just boiled a pot of porridge with soup and water.

After tossing back and forth several times, I almost turned the kitchen off before cooking a decent pot of white porridge.

After staying in the kitchen for a while, Ye Linghan thought of the time when he and Song Wang had just married, when his mother had just left and Song Wang had just been kicked off the first floor by him, and the young man had cooked a table of meals waiting for him. He came home.

At that time, Ye Linghan was annoyed by Song Wang's shameless pestering him every day, let alone eating the dishes on the table, he didn't even look at them a few times.Now that I think about it, I feel extremely regretful.According to what Lin Fengmian said, young people are not good at cooking, so they put a lot of effort into the food on that table.

Now it takes so much effort for him to cook porridge. At that time, he didn't know how much effort the young man had wasted.

Just thinking about it makes me feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Song Wang held the porridge bowl, smiled and said, "No, it was a little hot just now."

As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of white porridge, tasted it, and said to Ye Linghan with certainty, "It's delicious."

Ye Linghan heaved a sigh of relief, nodded without saying a word, and watched the young man gulp down the porridge, his eyes gleaming with kindness.

"Nightclub." Zheng Di's voice came from the door, she knocked on the door lightly, and said at the risk of being scolded to death by the boss: "Mr. Iwan is here!"

Only then did Song Wang think about the business. Who did what happened to Ye Linghan last night, and he still hasn't found out.

Ye Linghan took the empty bowl in Song Wang's hand, raised his voice and said to the door: "Got it."

Instead, he said softly to Song Wang, "You haven't eaten all day, so you can't eat too much at once. Make a cushion first, and then eat when you're hungry."

Song Wang looked at his demeanor, which seemed to be coaxing a child, and thought it was a bit cute.

Zheng Di and Ye Linghan went to see Iwan together, Song Wang was the only one left in the bedroom, he got out of bed and washed up briefly, his back was so sore, so he lazily lay back on the bed.

Probably because he was really tired last night, and the drowsiness swept over again. Song Wang lay on his side and leaned against the head of the bed to play games. He didn't know when he lay on the cushion and fell asleep.

This sleep was very heavy, until he felt every movement around him, Song Wang reluctantly arched twice under the quilt and slowly opened his eyes, and saw Ye Linghan holding a thermometer beside him. Unbutton his shirt.

"Yeclub, are you done?" Song Wang raised his hand to gather his untied collar and struggled to sit up.

"Yeah." Seeing that he woke up, Ye Linghan gave him the thermometer and asked him to measure it himself, "Take your temperature and see if your fever has subsided."

Song Wang rubbed his eyes while taking his temperature and asked, "How's it going? Have you figured out what's going on?"

Ye Linghan nodded, and during the few minutes waiting for the thermometer to measure, he briefly explained the process to Song Wang.

After eating yesterday, Ivan's housekeeper came over and told him that a sneaky person had been caught in the back kitchen, but no poison was found in all the food after testing.So I didn't bother Ivan and Ye Linghan when they were eating.

Ivan interrogated someone for half the night before he found out that this person was sent by Ye Lao San, also known as Ye Cheng, and it was true that the poison was not cast, but some other ingredients were added.

The dish was originally intended to be served on Ivan's side, but the person who served it took it by mistake and gave it to Ye Linghan.

Self-defeating.

According to Ye Cheng's original idea, if Song Wang was also turned against him, the medicine would be given to Ye Linghan and Yiwan respectively.Song Wang really didn't know what was going on in Ye Cheng's head.

He probably wanted to use Ivan's hand to keep him here, but this method...in fact, only Ye Cheng could think of it.

"Someone in China found out that Ye Cheng made false accounts in the accounts, which involved a large amount of tax evasion. The relevant departments have been notified to start the investigation. Ye Cheng is just a grasshopper after autumn, and he won't be around for a few days. .” Ye Linghan said.

Song Wang nodded, took out the measured thermometer and looked at the lamp, it was 36.7.is normal body temperature.

Putting the thermometer away, Song Wang found that their nightclub had been watching him secretly, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Song Wang touched his cheek with his hand, thinking he was just sleeping What kind of imprint was pressed when it was pressed.

"No." Ye Linghan shook his head, looked at Song Wang and said seriously, "You...do you think I've gone too far?"

Song Wang paused when he wiped his face, and asked in bewilderment, "What's too much?"

I don't know which aspect Song Wang thought was too much, and his face turned red while talking.

"Yecheng is my third uncle after all, don't you think I'm going too far?" Ye Linghan stared at Song Wang without blinking.

Oh, this is too much.

Song Wang scratched his head and said with a nonchalant smile, "No."

Song Wang looked at Ye Linghan, his eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, and Xiao Lu's eyes were full of fragments of light.

He said: "Nightclub, I don't know much about your company's business affairs. But this time it was the other party's first choice. The behavior of drugging is already too much, let alone this is just part of their actions. As for tax evasion He has gone astray himself. What has it to do with you?"

What's more, if Ye Linghan doesn't fight back now, Ye Cheng will develop according to the original script and probably blame Ye Linghan for tax evasion.

It's just self-protection if people don't offend me and I don't offend others.Nothing is too much.

Hearing what the young man said, Ye Linghan looked at him with a smile and sincere eyes.

He wanted to go up and hug the young man, and drop a kiss in his ear, but he was afraid that he couldn't help wanting more things, so he restrained himself and said "thank you" in the end.

Song Wang felt that he had been sleeping that day, and he had not woken up for an hour before lying back under the covers.After sleeping too much, I tossed and turned and couldn't lie down.

After another small turning over, Ye Linghan on the side finally couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand and dragged the person and the quilt into his arms.

"Can't sleep?" Ye Linghan's voice sounded strangely heart-pounding in the dark.

"Ah."

"Then let's do... something else?" Ye Linghan asked.

"...Hmm." Song Wang closed his eyes and snorted.

"Is it really possible?" Ye Linghan repeatedly confirmed to him.

Song Wang felt his face turn red again.It's good that their nightclub respects people's wishes, but it's okay to ask about this kind of thing, and it's too shameful.

Song Wang carefully stretched out his hand to hook Ye Linghan's finger, and whispered, "Yes."

Ye Linghan got the permission, turned over immediately, fished out the two mobile phones that were side by side on the bedside table, and said, "Then come. I will assist you."

Song Wang:? ? ? ?

[The author has something to say: there is one more to post later.

Thank you Trilobite for "lighter at noon"]