Sir, your vest is off!

"Lanlan?" When Zhou Wenqing returned home, he didn't see Song Lan, and was a little surprised for a while. Didn't he tell him to go home earlier if he had nothing to do?

It's just that "go home early if you have nothing to do" became in Zhou Wenqing's ears "go home and find Lan Lan non-stop even if you have something to do".

But now that he is back, where is Lan Lan?What about a cute little fool at his age?

"Lan Lan?" Zhou Wenqing opened the door, and Song Lan was sitting on the bay window with a pink box in front of her.

Song Lan smiled mysteriously, "Wen Qing, you are back!"

Zhou Wenqing felt that Song Lan was smiling like a kitten that was about to succeed.

Song Lan hooked her fingers, "Come on."

The "big fish" Zhou Wenqing bit the kitten's hook with a "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" and walked up to Song Lan.

Song Lan spread Zhou Wenqing's palm, put the box in Zhou Wenqing's hand solemnly, and looked at him expectantly, "Open it and have a look?"

Zhou Wenqing chuckled, "Is this why you called me back?"

Song Lan nodded like a pounding garlic, not forgetting to urge, "Open it, open it, open it!"

The smile in Zhou Wenqing's eyes deepened, "What is so mysterious?"

Song Lan kept asking Zhou Wenqing to open the box, "It's boring to talk about it, open it and have a look."

Zhou Wenqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and opened the pink box amidst Song Lan's expectant urging.

A pot of small and exquisite Rose Ji came into view just like that.

Song Lan grabbed Zhou Wenqing's hand excitedly, "Does it look good? Isn't it super cute?"

The flowers of Ji rose are petite, and the flowers are even more pocket-sized. A flower is no more than the size of a jasmine, and it is as white as a jasmine, with a faint hint of pink.

"The rose that I gave you last time was beautiful, but it failed after all, so I threw it away on my own initiative. Although I don't know why you like that rose so much, but seeing how disappointed you are, I feel a little bit worried. I can't bear it." Song Lan looked at the little Ji Yueji.

"You like roses, and you can't grow them in big pots on the table, so I went to the flower and bird market for a long time today before I found this kind of roses. In this way, don't you have to worry about the flowers withering! This one is withered And the next flower, after this flowering season, there will be another flowering season, isn’t it super awesome?”

Song Lan was almost in admiration of her wit, looked at Zhou Wenqing with a smile, and shook Zhou Wenqing's arm, "Why don't you talk?"

Masaka!Song Lan's smile disappeared instantly, "You, don't you like it?"

He was happy from the beginning to the end, and he didn't realize that Zhou Wenqing hadn't spoken the whole time.

suddenly!

Zhou Wenqing hugged Song Lan, Song Lan subconsciously held her breath, blinked her big eyes, paused her hands, and lightly put her arms around Zhou Wenqing's waist, in exchange for a tighter hug from Zhou Wenqing.

"Lan Lan." Zhou Wenqing's voice trembled.

Maybe it was Song Lan's illusion, but that's how he felt.

And Zhou Wenqing was just too pleasantly surprised that he forgot to speak for a moment. When he saw this pot of Ji Yueji for the first time, he wanted to hug this cute little idiot in front of him fiercely.

How could there be such a cute little idiot?

Always surprise him when he doesn't expect it.

Zhou Wenqing's heart felt warm, soft like cotton, sweet like honey.

Zhou Wenqing leaned into Song Lan's ear and said, "There's nothing I don't like, I like it very much."

But I like you more.

Song Lan's ears were red, and his face was about to have a fever. Luckily, Zhou Wenqing couldn't see it, so he could pretend to be nonchalant and say, "Oh, hey! Isn't it a pot of flowers that moved you? As for... As for ?"

But Song Lan was very happy, because Zhou Wenqing liked this potted flower, because Zhou Wenqing seemed to be in a much better mood.

"To Lanlan, it is indeed a potted flower, but to me, it is not just a flower." To Zhou Wenqing, this is Song Lan's heart, no matter what kind of heart, as long as it is given by Song Lan, All are precious thoughts.

I really want to hide his little idiot from others, just show him alone.

The corners of Song Lan's mouth rose wildly, "So don't be unhappy, look at the one who made you depressed in the morning, don't tell me to guess, if I'm not smart, no one will make you happy!"

Yes, there is another reason, which is why Song Lan thinks he is better than Bai Yueguang: now he can see Zhou Wenqing every day, no one knows Zhou Wenqing's emotions better than him!

Can Bai Yueguang know?ah?I still don't know which corner is moldy in!

Song Lan was triumphant.

Zhou Wenqing fell in love with Song Lan's cute little appearance, between the innocent boy and the mature and stable youth, that kind of harmonious cuteness!

Song Lan was caught off guard by Zhou Wenqing's kiss, Ji Yueji was put aside by Zhou Wenqing at some point, Zhou Wenqing embraced Song Lan with peace of mind, and the two depended on each other.

"Does Lanlan know why I care so much about that rose?" Zhou Wenqing managed to keep his breath steady.

Poor Song Lan's eyes were red and his breath was unstable, his legs and feet were weak, "Why?"

"That was the first gift Lan Lan gave me."

Song Lan's eyes turned redder, "Here we go again."

I'm teasing him again, ahhh!This old guy is too good at it, how can he stand it!

But at this moment, Song Lan hoped that the rose would take root and sprout!

An extremely urgent hope!

I hope that Zhou Wenqing is not good to him because of being "responsible". I hope that Zhou Wenqing will forget the white moonlight on the tip of his heart, and hope to like him.

Because, Zhou Wenqing was so kind, Song Lan felt that he liked Zhou Wenqing a little bit, in an unreasonable way.

The pot of Ji rose replaced the original small vase and became an indispensable decoration on the dining table.

Zhou Wenqing went out to socialize that night, and left slowly after cooking for Song Lan. This was the first time Zhou Wenqing went out to socialize at night.

After Zhou Wenqing left, Song Lan was still not used to it, so she could only read novels.

The bar was full of people, and the colorful lights were like flashes of lightning, making it hard to see people's faces clearly.

"Old Zhou, here, here!" Shen Yu waved to Zhou Wenqing from a long distance away.

Zhou Wenqing approached with a face full of impatience, and found that his secretary, Gu Boning, was sitting upright on the side drinking.

When did Gu Boning and Shen Yu become so familiar?

"Obviously you asked me to come out, why are you so indifferent to me!" Shen Yu grabbed Zhou Wenqing's arm and sat down on the sofa.

Zhou Wenqing glanced at him, "If you told me that you were going to drag me to the bar and I wouldn't come to the bar, then I should be having sex with my wife right now."

"You can pull it down, you, you two have been married for almost a month, right? Have you touched your wife's side?" Shen Yu knew Zhou Wenqing's peeing nature very well.

"Well, not only touched it, but also kissed it every day." Zhou Wenqing straightened his clothes, revealing confidence in his actions.

"Huh~" Shen Yu curled his lips in disgust, "You're enough! Here to spread dog food again, does Song Lan like you? Does Song Lan know that you've secretly cared about others for many years?"

"Emotions can be cultivated, and Song Lan is already mine, and it will be a matter of time before she likes me." Zhou Wenqing thought of the flowers Song Lan sent him, and frowned slightly because of the noisy environment.

"You can pull you down!"

Shen Yu raised his head and drank a glass of vodka, and grinned hotly, "I didn't say that, Lao Zhou, I don't know why you are hiding it, but you definitely can't do it like this. Firstly, Song Lan still doesn't like you now. Secondly, ..."

Shen Yu propped his chin, looked up and down Zhou Wenqing, Zhou Wenqing stared at Shen Yu coldly, but Shen Yu didn't flinch at all, his tone was extremely serious, "If Song Lan knew what was in that room of yours, guess what he would do? Think? If Song Lan knows that you have such a strong desire for monopoly, it is not known whether Song Lan will want to run away."

Zhou Wenqing's face was faintly pale, and he drank several glasses of whiskey without ice, his expression unpredictable.

"It's because I didn't think carefully. He spends every day with me by my side. I can't control myself from getting close to him. I just want to be nice to him and make him happy." Zhou Wenqing drank another glass of whiskey, "You don't understand Shen Yu, I've waited too long."

Shen Yu sighed, and patted his good brother on the shoulder, "I just came to remind you that it's a good thing for Song Lan to get close to you, but don't get too complacent. If you want me to say that you did it yourself, why should you leave it for the first time?" In the future, the other half can say such nonsense. Now, no matter how nice you are to him now, Song Lan will definitely have scruples on you. If you didn't find out about this problem, you wouldn't find him. I'm gone, aren't I?"

"Then...then what should I do?" Zhou Wenqing's chest felt tight, and he felt a headache because of what he said impulsively.

Shen Yu pondered for a moment, then leaned into Zhou Wenqing's ear and whispered a lot.

Gu Boning didn't drink at all, and sat on the side drinking chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea slowly, looking at the two presidents who were drinking and drinking on weekdays, spending a long time chasing after a wife.

The problem is, when an idiot tells a love idiot how to chase someone, one dares to speak and the other dares to listen.

Sure enough, after Zhou Wenqing finished listening, she stared at Shen Yu, "Won't this be counterproductive?"

Shen Yu raised his index finger and shook it, "This is called playing hard to get, what a fart."

That night Zhou Wenqing went home drunk, Song Lan saw that it was Gu Boning who brought him back, she didn't doubt him, so she simply wiped Zhou Wenqing's face and rested.

It's just that since then, Zhou Wenqing has been a little weird. He is still nice to Song Lan, but Song Lan just feels that something is not right.

Song Lan has read a lot of "Chuan Shuwen" and "Bai Yueguang Wen" recently, but she still doesn't find herself satisfied. "Why didn't Bai Yueguang get the upper hand?"

So angry, Song Lan silently turned on the computer, clicked Add in the work management column, entered "My husband has a white moonlight", the status is "serializing", and the intention is "how to defeat the white moonlight."

Song Lan wrote at the beginning: "My husband and I are married. Although my husband never said that he likes me, he treats me very well, and only treats me well. He still looks cool and indifferent to outsiders. .

But my husband, he has a secret white moonlight. "

After clicking Confirm to save, Song Lan rubbed the palms of his hands, tapped the keyboard, and finished writing the first three chapters in one go.

——"First floor: Ye Qingjie, the author will not write Dog Bloody Mary or Su Wen anymore!"

——"Second floor: Fuck (a kind of plant), what's the matter with being a bit pretty, hahahahahaha!"

——"Third Floor: What is the magical power of this author that there are so many people?"

—— "Silou: I think the author has become enlightened, and he has started to write about serious love affairs!"

——"From the fifth floor back to the first floor: the same master's green knot!"

It turned out that Yishui'er's comments were all about Song Lan's not writing goofy articles, and occasionally there were two comments, but they were all suppressed at the bottom. Song Lan was angry and funny.

During dinner at night, Song Lan and Zhou Wenqing mentioned that when he started writing a new novel, Zhou Wenqing was not surprised, but encouraged him and said, "Come on, this book will definitely get better and better."

Song Lan was happy, but she always felt unsatisfied. For example, Zhou Wenqing should be happier for him!

But Zhou Wenqing seemed a little unexpected and acted coldly.

Song Lan was not in a good mood.

"Lanlan, since you have opened a new book, why don't we go out for dinner tomorrow as a celebration for you?"

Song Lan was taken aback when she heard the words, and looked up to see Zhou Wenqing smiling at him, waiting for his answer. Song Lan hurriedly lowered her head and blinked her eyes quickly. Could it be that he was thinking in his heart and accidentally said it out loud? ?

"Lanlan?" Zhou Wenqing tilted his head, trying to see Song Lan's hidden face.

But that's right, Song Lan quickly covered up his embarrassment, raised his face excitedly, "Then let's go check in at the online celebrity pizza place?"

Zhou Wenqing, who was just about to send a message to Gu Boning to order him a restaurant: "Pizzeria?"

Song Lan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah! That pizza shop's recipe sounds interesting, I want to go."

Zhou Wenqing gave up the "candlelight dinner in a five-star hotel", "If Lanlan wants to go, then go."

"Hey hey..." Song Lan happily put a piece of braised pork into Zhou Wenqing's bowl, "Wen Qing is better."

Zhou Wenqing paused with his chopsticks, and smiled helplessly.

[The author has something to say: Oh ho ho ho ho ~ Lan Lan is starting to chase after the old attack!When will Mr. Zhou get what he wants?

Don't worry, there is no abuse, after all, it's all a misunderstanding made up by Lanlan's brain hahahaha! 】