Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Yi Wulan naturally understood the meaning of these words.

Yi Wulan's gaze was focused and vivid, full of affection, the gaze that many people could only dream of, but Sheng Ling stretched out his hand to cover it.

Yi Wulan's eyes didn't look like the person in Sheng Ling's heart.

In fact, Yi Wulan's appearance is not very similar, with delicate and cold facial features, upturned eyes, and a very impactful beauty. No matter where he is, he has a light that cannot be ignored. The word low-key is destined to be related to Yi Wulan. Lan has nothing to do with it.

Only when drawing a picture, the two people are alike, very similar, whether it is the side face with the head bowed in thought, or the strong emotions in the eyes, or the hands holding the pen, the temperament that can be pulled in and sink together .

Sheng Ling wanted it for a long time, and almost couldn't wait to possess it.

Sheng Ling pinched Yi Wulan's shoulders violently.

Yi Wulan looked up at Sheng Ling, then lowered his eyes.

Obviously doing the most intimate thing, the two are also the most intimate relationship in the world.

However, Yi Wulan felt that his heart was wrapped in thousands of silk threads, and he couldn't rest, any slight movement would hurt his heart.

But he can still laugh, as if it doesn't hurt.

After a while, Sheng Ling's phone started ringing non-stop, and the ringing was so loud that it caused headaches, which really affected the mood.

Yi Wulan pushed him several times and motioned him to answer the phone. He drank a cup of wolfberry tea all day, and his hands were weak, and he couldn't push Shengling at all.

Sheng Ling laughed, took his hand, rubbed his wrist, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "You are so anxious to push me out? You are so loud, you are not afraid of being heard."

Yi Wulan smiled with his eyes bent, moved, his soft black hair rubbed against Sheng Ling, itching slightly.

Sheng Ling's eyes sank, and his hands unconsciously exerted some force, pinching out a red mark.

The phone rang again and again, Sheng Ling reached out to cover Yi Wulan's lips, but still answered the phone.

Yi Wulan's little finger was convulsed, and she subconsciously hooked Sheng Ling's finger, which was a somewhat dependent movement. He didn't eat and was a little dizzy.

Sheng Ling let him hold it, and squeezed his fingers comfortingly.

Except for the slightly heavy breathing of the two of them, the room was too quiet.

The voice of Sheng Ling's friend on the other end of the phone was not loud, and Yi Wulan could vaguely hear "come back", "all here", "hurry up", some vague words, and the tone was a little eager.

It should be something important, Yi Wulan frowned seeing Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling hung up the phone and didn't put down the phone. He put the phone in his hand and played with it.

Yi Wulan felt dizzy and wanted to light a cigarette.

Sheng Ling held down his wrist.

Yi Wulan said softly, "Are you going there now?"

Yi Wulan is arrogant, or in other words, very arrogant. His talent, appearance, and achievements also give him the capital to be arrogant, but in front of Sheng Ling, he restrained himself.

Like a flower with thorns, pull out all the thorns for the one you love.

Sheng Ling pressed Yi Wulan's lips lightly, and said softly but could not refuse: "I'll go and have a look."

Then he took away Yi Wulan's cigarette case: "Smoking less is not good for your health."

Sheng Ling is a bit similar to cigarettes. He knows it's not a very good thing, but he just can't quit.

Yi Wulan held Sheng Ling's hand, pursed her lips and said softly, "Okay."

There was a smile on his lips, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

The door slammed shut, and the floor was messy.

If Sheng Ling took a few more steps, he would see roses on the table in the living room.

After all, it is the first anniversary, and buying a bouquet of roses is also appropriate.

Yi Wulan was lying on the sofa, not wanting to move, and was about to take a break and go out for some soup.

After lying down for a while, the cell phone in his hand also started to vibrate, it was an unknown phone number.

Yi Wulan pressed it several times, but the person opposite kept hitting him, pressing his stomach, Yi Wulan picked it up impatiently and said coldly: "Who?"

There was a gorgeous and elegant male voice on the other end of the phone: "Hi Designer Yi, I'm Xiang Jiuming, Mr. Xiang from Mingrui Group. We met last time at the Appreciation Conference."

"I just watched the live broadcast of Designer Yi. I have a rare project here, which may bring back inspiration for Designer Yi. I wonder if Designer Yi has time to come out and meet?"

Xiang Jiuming, Yi Wulan thought for a while before remembering.

It was the deadly enemy in Shengling Mall.

Yi Wulan didn't make a sound, and she wasn't in a hurry, like a hunter with a calm mind.

Yi Wulan was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "Where do we meet?"

If he guessed correctly, according to the news he heard during this period, the project that Xiang Jiuming asked him to talk about was really rare.

He told Jiuming the name of a high-end bar, and Yi Wulan hung up the phone when he answered.

When he got up, he drank the cold goji berry tea, put on a silk shirt and gray trousers, and casually put on a long windbreaker before going out.

When going out, Yi Wulan thought of the bouquet of roses, went to the living room and picked up the roses.

Sheng Ling threw ice cubes into the wine one by one, and asked, "Tell me, why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

A group of people on the opposite side rushed to fill him up with wine, and the most generous one was Song Chenkai, who winked and said, "Oh, don't we just miss Brother Ling, Brother Ling forgets us when he has a wife, how many days have passed? Gone."

"Yes yes yes"

"It's not"

"Focus on sex and despise friends, you will be punished with alcohol."

"That's not heavy sex, it's heavy desire."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

A circle of people followed suit, and suddenly someone said: "Isn't it just a double?"

With this sentence, the atmosphere froze as soon as it was hot. Everyone flirted with each other, and no one refuted it. After all, they all thought so in their hearts, and they were indeed a substitute.

Sheng Ling took a sip of his wine, raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word, taking time to watch the group continue their performance.

Song Chenkai couldn't stop laughing, but Sheng Ling's attitude gave him some confidence. He took a sip of wine and said while drinking: "Ling, brother Ling, Shu Linqing is going back to China. We are going to hold a welcome party for him. Are you coming or not?"

Shu Linqing, this name that could not be mentioned in front of Sheng Ling for a time, was Bai Yueguang that Sheng Ling put on the tip of his heart.

When Sheng Ling was young, he loved Shu Linqing persistently, so long as someone resembled Shu Linqing, Sheng Ling's attitude would be gentler. He loved everything about Shu Linqing.Love Shu Linqing's talent, love Shu Linqing's appearance, love Shu Linqing's charm, love Shu Linqing's everything.And it got to the point where Shu Linqing was the only one, since Shu Linqing left, coming and going around him was all a joke.

He doesn't even have the qualifications to connect with Sheng Ling's body, so why talk about it.

Until Yi Wulan appeared.

Song Chenkai had seen photos of Yi Wulan at work on the Internet, and also had a glance at Yi Wulan from a distance, he was a top performer.But designers have the same profession, and they have quite similar temperaments when they work.

No one would believe that it wasn't Shu Linqing's double.

The group of them even asked some of Sheng Ling's best friends to find out, and both of them said they had never had any contact with Yi Wulan.

People in their circle played together when they were young, but Sheng Ling and his circle of heirs are all too good. When they grow up, they take charge of the family business or even create their own business. The people in a circle, Sheng Ling and those people have become the existence they look up to.

The only remaining intersection with Sheng Ling was Shu Linqing.

They all experienced the past of Shu Linqing and Sheng Ling together, and they felt that the two should be together, and the circle was very exclusive, and they said in private that Yi Wulan did not know where the fake came from.

Is it a fake, can it be real?

Song Chenkai hiccupped, looked at Sheng Ling's eyes lowered and unhurriedly turning the wine glass, and said anxiously, "Mr. Sheng, Brother Ling! Just say whether you want to go or not. If you're worried about Yi Wulan misunderstanding, I'll explain it to you." , I will call him personally to explain, you, "

"Go," Sheng Ling interrupted, chuckled, with a domineering look in his eyes: "Why don't you go."

After taking a sip of wine, he added another sentence: "No need to explain."

At the same time, Yi Wulan just went downstairs with Rose in his arms to meet Xiang Jiuming.

This man and Sheng Ling are business rivals.

The industries of the two have a high degree of similarity.However, Xiang Jiuming took over the family business, while Sheng Ling left the family to start from scratch.

Sheng Ling's business is now bigger than Xiang Jiuming's. Looking at it this way, it's a matter of opinion.

Xiang Jiuming yelled to the media many times, with an attitude of never ending with Sheng Ling.

Yi Wulan didn't expect that Xiang Jiuming would find him.

The streets in late autumn are paved with golden fallen leaves, Yi Wulan is holding a handful of bright roses in the bleakness, which makes his color even better, and he becomes the focus of the whole street with almost no need to do anything.

A large bouquet of roses is very artistic, but it is too fragrant. Yi Wulan can't bear the smell. Even though it is a bouquet of roses that Sheng Ling doesn't want, it's a pity to lose them. Yi Da's designer is not a person who wastes flowers.

Turning a corner and walking down a street, Yi Wulan found a yard with a garden that he had seen once according to his memory. The host must like flowers very much, and the garden was also green and deep red in late autumn.

Yi Wulan put the rose on the steps inside the iron gate through the gap.

After thinking about it, he took out a pen and gold leaf paper and wrote a sentence——

"Every bouquet of roses contains affection. May you live in a world full of affection."

The pen was signed "Lan".

Before leaving, I smoked a rose and put it in my windbreaker pocket. It was too fragrant to hold, so it was just right to keep a rose.

That's how emotional it is to create.

Yi Wulan smiled, and walked forward on the golden leaves. The late autumn wind blew his hair and brushed his delicate eyebrows and eyes. There was a bright red rose in his pocket, which was Sheng Ling's favorite gesture of him.

The author has something to say: Xiang Jiuming: I am going to pry your corner in Chapter 2!

Tao jumped up and said: Update at about nine o'clock every night

Thank you Tao Li for the rocket launcher, chirp, thank you Jin for the grenade, hug!