Sir, your vest is off!

Song Lan pushed aside the branches and leaves of the Phalaenopsis, and brought out the pot of "defective product". Only then was he surprised to find that there was no such thing as a "defective product". Isn't this the pot of rose he planted?" kibo" Well!

On the thin and scarred twigs, a young and tender bud emerges from the rhizome, tender green, as if it will be injured or broken if poked.

Song Lan's chest was full of enthusiasm: his flower, his hope, sprouted!

Hua, who originally thought there was no way to survive, had no hope of survival, miraculously survived!

Song Lan's hands holding the flowerpot trembled a little, and wanted to show it to Zhou Wenqing right away, but he didn't do that. The flower has just grown,? He wants to wait for the flower to grow before showing it to Zhou Wenqing!

At this moment, Song Lan could almost understand those people who didn't tell others about the first three months of pregnancy. For things that are too young, immature and too fragile, not telling them is also a kind of protection, the expectation and hope of protecting unknown people. .

Song Lan put the flowers in a place where the sun can easily shine, moved the other flowers aside, and forcibly turned this small pot of roses into a C position, all the flowers surrounded it, and all the flowers gave It makes a way.

Zhou Wenqing finished dinner and Song Lan didn't come, so she didn't know what she was doing on the balcony so much.

"Lan Lan, it's time to eat!"

Song Lan immediately ran over, saying as she ran, "I'm here, I'm here!"

In the evening, Zhou Wenqing made braised chicken wings, stir-fried colorless shrimp, stir-fried broccoli, and a winter melon and seaweed soup for each person.

"I bought some strawberries, washed them and put them in the kitchen. I may be busy for a while after dinner at night. You can eat them after you take a bath." Zhou Wenqing dug a spoonful of dried shrimps for Song Lan.

Song Lan was fighting against the chicken wings, and when she heard Zhou Wenqing talking to him, she nodded and mumbled, "Yeah."

Zhou Wenqing smiled, and gave Song Lan another piece of chicken wing.

Song Lan bit the bone of the chicken wing, poked lightly with the chopsticks, clamped the meat and pulled it down, the bone and the meat were perfectly separated, and then stuffed it into his mouth. After a bite of rice, his mouth was full of the smell of meat The rice is fragrant.

"It's so delicious!" Song Lan narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Lanlan is still like a child. She eats all over her face." Zhou Wenqing wiped off the sauce from Song Lan's lips with his thumb, and put it in his mouth very skillfully and naturally.

Song Lan was dumbfounded immediately, her ears flushed with embarrassment, "What are you doing?"

"Ok?"

Upon receiving Zhou Wenqing's playful expression, Song Lan immediately stared back in disbelief, "Why are you doing it, you are not allowed to molest me, are you allowed to blush?"

Zhou Wenqing said innocently: "I don't have one!"

Song Lan: "..."

Very angry!This old thing!

"I went to Brother Ji in the afternoon and brought back egg tarts. After dinner, you can go to work after eating an egg tart."

Zhou Wenqing frowned slightly, "Why did you go to Ji Lanting again?"

Song Lan smirked "hehe", "What are you doing? Are you jealous, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Wenqing cleared his throat, "No."

"Hey! I was going to say that if you are jealous, then I will coax you. Since you are not jealous, then forget it." Song Lan shook her head regretfully, took a sip of the soup, the stewed winter melon was crystal clear , melts in the mouth, watery.

"Then if I'm jealous, how will Lan Lan plan to coax him?" Of course Zhou Wenqing knew that Song Lan had deliberately tricked him, and even if he was tricked, Zhou Wenqing was willing to do so.

"Emmmm..." Song Lan took Qiao deliberately, "Maybe just kiss a couple of times, act coquettishly, and let the jealous person agree."

This "as the jealous person wants" is still very attractive.

"Then I'd better be jealous!" Zhou Wenqing immediately climbed up the pole.

"Hmph," Song Lanliang said with a whoosh smile, "How can there be such a good thing, "but ah, I'm not happy now."

Zhou Wenqing knew it, this little naughty boy knew it.

"That's what a pity."

Song Lan succeeded, and was content to make a happy cooking machine.

When Zhou Wenqing finished eating the egg tart and went to work in the study, Song Lan was holding a large bowl of bright red strawberries and stuffing them into his mouth one by one, while swiping his phone to check comments. He hadn't updated for a long time!

——"First floor: (╯‵?′)╯︵┴─┴ Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck! I'm in a hurry for skr people! Follow up follow up follow up!"

——"Second floor: The clown was actually me, I lost it, Bai Yueguang turned out to be me! So all the previous misunderstandings were made up by the author alone!"

——"From the third floor back to the second floor: I mean the same thing! It's amazing! I still remember that there was a fairy lady who broke her head with brain power and successfully fell in love! This guy, almost Relying on brain power to get myself into the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce!"

——"Silou: You are newer! Newer! Ah! Did you tell your husband that you love him! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

——"Fifth floor: I have rewarded a big heart, please update the author!"

——"Sixth floor: I have tipped and tipped! I have given you all the monthly pass recommendations, I beg you, please update! You haven't updated for a week!!!"

——“…”

——"The 86th and [-]th floor: How many floors are there, mother, please update! The flowers I've been waiting for are all withered! I'm cold too!"

——"The 87th floor: On the day I died, my grandson suddenly knocked on my tombstone and said, Grandma, the author you follow has been updated, and then I stretched out my hand from the ground and helped me up. Continue to die after watching!"

Song Lan was shocked when her comment section suddenly exploded. It was the first time that she was urged to update by readers, rewarded by readers, and expected so much by readers!

Song Lan clicked on the homepage of the website, and her book "My Mr. Has a White Moonlight" topped the list, with 33 likes and 120 million views, and 60 rewards!

Song Lan was so shocked that he couldn't speak. In the past, he always wondered why all the things he wrote hit the street and were not popular, so he could only generate electricity for love every day, but he suddenly became popular, and the popularity was too sudden. Obviously, I never expected that this novel like "Love Diary" would attract the attention of so many readers.

Song Lan felt unparalleled self-confidence, opened the code interface and wrote: "I remember, I didn't go home that day, and I suffered from insomnia all night, and my husband didn't go home either. He went to a country far away. Going on a business trip, he was actually avoiding me.

I don't blame him at all, I understand all his fears and worries, so I have no reason to blame him.

I'm just a little angry and distressed.

I took his next flight and followed him to where he was. I still remember that in the crowd, I saw him holding a sign waiting for me, so I ran towards him, and he passed through excitedly. The sea of ​​people came towards me, and I couldn't wait to throw myself into his arms.

The moment I hugged him, there was no fatigue, no anxiety, no resentment and anger, I just wanted to hug him, smell his familiar and reassuring smell, I wanted to act like a baby with him, I wanted to say to him Don't run away, I want to tell him I like you.

Lost and found may not be appropriate here, but that's what I really thought at that moment.

I have to apologize, I once thought about giving up my lover, the person who secretly loves me.

so far so good.

I said, I am chasing you.

Mr. said, I agree with your pursuit.

I said again, I do not agree with your consent.

Although it doesn't look like a confession, but I think, what I mean, the husband should understand.

……

We went to make up for the honeymoon that we hadn't been to. Although it was only a short week, the happy memories filled this short time. My husband and I were very satisfied. We walked by the beach, and I picked up shells and conchs. At that time, he carried a small bucket exchanged for ice cream to help me carry it.

We were hanging out in that seaside town at dusk, and I bought a pair of very ordinary rings, and I put them on him, and he put them on me, and we both had each other's names engraved on our ring fingers at that moment.

So you see, that’s what love is sometimes. Maybe that’s what love is said to be, but it seems to be more firm if it’s done.

We blended together crazily in the small villa by the sea. In three days, there was no place that did not leave our mark. It was very tiring and very satisfying.

Sometimes he was lying next to me, he came alone, and I was chasing after him, we obviously liked each other, but there were so many suspicions and misunderstandings for no reason.

But when we went back, the two of us went back together.

How should I put it, I just want to tell everyone: Obviously we love each other deeply, but we have to suspect who the person we love deeply is a tragedy.

If you love, you should be less timid. Even if you can’t say it, you must do something. Don’t make that person feel uneasy. Don’t let it go because of misunderstanding.

If you love, you must take advantage of the present. "

After Song Lan finished writing, he read it again with a lot of emotion. It was strange that a few lines of the text could sum up a person's experience easily.

The long history and countless great achievements are written on paper in the end, but it is just a few lines and a few words.

If you don't experience it, it's really hard to know how difficult and thrilling it is.

It is actually hard to say that the joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

Song Lan clicked send, lest there were so many yelling little readers urging updates, Song Lan was happy but also had a little headache, oops, he was an idle coding machine, and suddenly he was being urged to update. , No, it was being urged to go to work. I was really looking forward to such a day.

Another part of his dream came true, "a successful writer with readers!"

Song Lan ate another strawberry, put down her phone and went to Zhou Wenqing's study with a bowl in hand.

Just now when he was typing, he remembered a big thing: he hasn't returned the key to the "secret room".

He had to find a way to slip the key in such a way that Zhou Wenqing could see it at a glance, and also had the feeling of "so I've been here all this time and I didn't see it".