After marrying a vegetative boss

The first time Lu Mianchuan met Song Lang was at Lin Naiyou's coming-of-age ceremony.

It was sunny that day, the wind was very light, and even the moonlight at night was beautiful.

It's just that I forgot to read the almanac when I went out. I didn't know that the peach blossoms were evil that day, and the marriage was fierce, so it was not suitable for passion.

The Lin family has some business contacts with the materials company run by Lu Mianchuan, so Lu Mianchuan naturally received an invitation to the young master of the Lin family's birthday party.

He didn't really want to go at first, because the nightclub he used to go to had a macho show tonight, and all of them were the best ones that can't be found.

He still thought about being romantic for a while, to taste the ecstasy.

After all, in terms of physical activities, he has never been a conservative person. He likes to play, and he also likes to play wild.

While sipping the Lin family's collection of fine wine, his mind had already flown to the bar, and he called his friend, asking the other party to give him a muscle first.It's just that Baiyao had an accident that day. When Feng Zhuojun picked up Baiyao and was about to send it to the hospital, Lu Mianchuan met Song Lang.

Do you know the feeling of being amazing for thousands of years at a glance?

Song Lang wore a neatly pressed white suit, with a handsome face that was as sharp as a knife and axe, elegant and noble, his eyes were as slender as the swallowtails of new swallows on the willow treetops, and his indifferent eyebrows and eyes were like fresh snow that had just melted.

When he spoke, his voice was cold, seemingly gentle, but there was always a layer of lingering alienation.

Lu Mianchuan licked his lips and called his friend.

"I don't need to keep the hunk tonight."

"You play."

"me……"

"I've found love."

On the way to the hospital, Song Lang was driving, and Feng Zhuojun was sitting in the back seat holding Baiyao.

With a cheeky face, Lu Mianchuan got into the co-pilot.

Song Lang didn't know Lu Mianchuan, and saw Lu Mianchuan pointing to Feng Zhuojun with a smile: "I'm their friend, let me go too."

Song Lang withdrew his gaze coldly, regardless of the truth or falsehood in Lu Mianchuan's words.

On the way, Lu Mianchuan kept his head propped up and stared at Song Lang's profile, like a hooligan greedily admiring a beauty.

But Lu Mianchuan thought, even if he is a hooligan, he is also the best of the hooligans, with a thin waist and a good job, it is a kind of luck to be targeted by him.

Song Lang who finally stared at it couldn't take it any longer. At an intersection waiting for a red light, Song Lang turned his head.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Lu Mianchuan snorted and laughed, like a little fox who had succeeded in a trick: "Of course it's because you're good-looking."

Song Lang was stunned. It seemed to him that he had a strict upbringing since he was a child, and it was the first time he met Lu Mianchuan, a deviant like him.Song Lang pursed his lips: "It's impolite to stare at people."

Lu Mianchuan showed a foolish smile, his shoulders shook slightly, and his eyelashes trembled: "I think I'm pretty good-looking too, I'll let you see it, and then we'll get even, what do you think?"

The red light ended the three-second countdown, and the yellow light flashed.

Song Lang turned his head: "Forget it, I don't want to watch it."

Lu Mianchuan curled her lips, chattering unconvinced, she must argue with Song Lang that I am so good-looking, why don't you want to see it.

Finally, the quarrel made Song Lang unbearable, and said fiercely: "If you quarrel again, I will throw you down."

Lu Mianchuan covered his mouth.

Shut up and shut up.

When he arrived at the hospital, Song Lang entered the operating room.

Lu Mianchuan was bored and waited at the door. Looking at the passing nurse, he went up to talk to the girl by virtue of his beauty.

Only then did I find out that his name was Song Lang, the youngest director of the hospital.

Song Lang came out of the operating room, went to the office to change clothes, closed the curtain, and Song Lang began to unbutton his shirt.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open, and a thief's head came in.

Lu Mianchuan has light blue pupils, and the corners of his eyes are naturally wide open, like a lazy and clingy Persian cat.

Song Lang's complexion changed, he quickly blocked his unbuttoned shirt, and said angrily, "Get out."

Lu Mianchuan blinked reluctantly: "Can you be disobedient?"

Moving his gaze down, he looked at Song Lang's muscular waist, which was half covered and half exposed.

"It's nothing more than a good-looking face, but the body is still so good-looking, how can you let me be willing to let it go?"

It was the first time for Song Lang to be teased like this, and he frowned: "What exactly do you want?"

Lu Mianchuan blinked her eyes: "I want to do something with you that will cause friction..."

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Next, I decided to write about Song Lang and Chuanchuan first. Maybe their love is not as sweet and perfect as Junge and Yaoyao, but the most essential aspect of love is not to attract each other because of perfection, but to know your unbearable Still willing to go through the wind and rain without hesitation, the rainbow remains the same.