Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

The inside of the villa at No. 232 Nanhua Road was pitch black, including the lights under the porch in front of the door were all off.

Sheng Ling judged from this detail that Yi Wulan should be very angry this time.

If Yi Wulan was not around, at least he would leave a lamp behind.

Sheng Ling picked up the flowers and opened the door, the room was completely dark.

There is a switch at the entrance, Sheng Ling easily presses it on, and the warm yellow lights are spread out, Sheng Ling looks around first, indeed, all the items in the villa have not been moved.

Unbuttoning his tie, Sheng Ling put the flowers on the table in the entrance, and then he stared.

A bunch of keys were randomly placed on the table. The rings around the keys were very special, and the patterns of petals were engraved on the silver rings.

It's Yi Wulan.

Sheng Ling raised his head abruptly, on the other side of the living room where Yi Wulan usually works, there is always a wall with design drafts on it.

Empty.

When Yin Song received the call, it was almost early morning when he arrived at the villa.

The lights in the villa were brightly lit, and the furnishings inside were the same as what he saw that day. Sheng Ling called him over, but there was no one there.

He walked through the living room until he reached an open room, and saw Sheng Ling standing there.

Yin Song took a closer look, only to find that the room was completely empty.

Even if he had never been in this room, he should know what a normal room would be like. The appearance of this room was clearly emptied.

Sheng Ling stood by the door, put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, and stood still, motionless.

This room is Yi Wulan's studio, and Sheng Ling has never set foot there, but sometimes Yi Wulan opens the door, and Sheng Ling passes by the door, and can see the design drafts all over the wall.

But now, all the paintings and design drafts have been removed, leaving only a blank space, and the cabinets are wide open, empty inside.

Blazing emptiness and blankness.

Sheng Ling's voice was low: "When you came over that day, was this restaurant like this?"

Yin Song was stunned: "No, no, I didn't look at this room that day, the furnishings in the villa are all in good condition, and there is still warm porridge in the kitchen."

After Yin Song finished speaking, he reacted and asked, "Is this Yi, no, sister-in-law's room?"

Sheng Ling turned to look at him: "It's his studio."

Sheng Ling's pupils were extremely black and full of ice-coldness, and the gaze he looked over was full of coercion, sharp and invisible, making people feel a sense of urgency.

Yin Song shuddered, his eyes widened in shock.

The atmosphere in the whole room seemed to be frozen, Yin Song opened his mouth: "It's all evacuated, Yi Wulan is, really planning to divorce."

Yin Song couldn't describe his mood. When he called Sheng Ling a few days ago, he clearly felt that Sheng Ling was interested. After a while...he subconsciously looked at Sheng Ling. To Shengling's tightened jawline.

How is it possible, Yi Wulan has fallen in love with Sheng Ling...for ten years!

Standing straight in the empty room, Sheng Ling heard the roar of the wind, much like the wind that night.

The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the light shone in Yi Wulan's penetrating eyes, and Yi Wulan's snow-white face was blush from the alcohol.

Yi Wulan raised her head slightly in Sheng Ling's arms, and said in her usual light voice, "But I love you."

The beating of the heart can hardly be controlled, and the emotions rushing into the blood are anger and uncontrollable panic.

Sheng Ling clearly realized that Yi Wulan only took away all the design drafts, because Yi Wulan loves design, and did not take away the rest of the daily items because they were not important.

Sheng Ling has always been so calm and indifferent, as long as he wants to, no one can detect his emotions, but during this time, he frequently relapsed.

He lit a cigarette, the spicy smoke was mixed with floral notes, it was a kind of cigarette that both of them liked to smoke.

The smoke drifted away, and Sheng Ling looked outside at the lush flowers on the window sill.

Yi Wulan loves flowers, but he didn't take his flowers away.

Emotions rolled in Sheng Ling's eyes, the black and rich color seemed to be the prelude of thunder and lightning, hiding deep uneasiness, Yi Wulan would not let go of his flowers.

A cigarette was half lit, and when Sheng Ling was about to turn around and leave, he keenly noticed that one of the cabinets was closed, and the only one that was not opened, his eyes were fixed.

Sheng Ling stepped forward and opened the cabinet.

Inside was a whole stack of drawings.

Kneeling down and putting it in front of his eyes, he realized that each of these sketches, each one, was painted by Yi Wulan with great prowess.

Outline with a few strokes, or paint in great detail.

Sheng Ling can almost imagine how Yi Wulan would draw these paintings, with his eyes downcast, his slender white hand holding a pen, seemingly careless, but actually very serious in outlining the outline and filling in the colors.

Put your emotions on paper.

Perhaps when the painting is full of emotions, he will turn his head to look at the flowers outside the window, revealing a slender neck.

If you are satisfied or like the painting, you don't take it out, just put it in the cabinet, because Sheng Ling never said that you want to draw a picture or don't like taking pictures, but just express your love.

The ultimate romance and love is Yi Wulan.

Yi Wulan took away all the drawings, except this stack, which was placed alone in the cabinet.

Sheng Ling's internal organs suddenly twitched.

Yi Wulan really wants—a divorce?

Yin Song originally felt that drama was somewhat pitiful for Sheng Ling, but now that he saw these paintings, he turned away. Although Sheng Ling was interested, but during this period of time, Yi Wulan had been addicted to it for ten years. Still unequal in comparison.

Yin Song couldn't help but said: "It seems to be true, Sheng Ling, Brother Ling, I didn't say it, you were just using someone as a substitute. Yi Wulan loved you before, and I loved you deeply and wholeheartedly. I'm an outsider It’s not fair to see it. Now there’s just an opportunity, you don’t love anyone, why don’t you get together and break up.”

Divorce... maybe better.

Sheng Ling said in a deep voice, firmly denying: "No, he won't get a divorce."

Yi Wulan will not divorce him, everyone knows that Yi Wulan loves Shengling, it is love at first sight.

The way Yi Wulan looked at him never concealed this point, the tails of his eyes were raised, affectionate, smiling, ambiguous, lingering, deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself.

Sheng Ling squeezed the paintings tightly, and put his hand on the word "Lan" on one of the paintings, as if pinching the person who left, his voice was slightly hoarse but determined: "I will talk to him."

Yi Wulan will not divorce, absolutely, absolutely will not divorce, Sheng Ling has a splitting headache, but stubbornly thinks so.

Yin Song looked at the figure of Sheng Ling squatting there, as if a bolt of lightning had struck through his mind, he murmured softly: "Sheng Ling, you won't be, you won't be,"

Fall in love with Yi Wulan.

This is really, it deserves the thunderbolt.

The staff checked Yi Wulan's luggage and found that he did not carry any illegal items, so they let him in.

The competition venue for Pheromone Perfume is in a high-end hotel under its banner. Pheromones has marked out one of the places and installed cameras inside. Once the players enter the competition venue, they will be under surveillance.

Except for your own residence.

Yi Wulan's residence is a small two-story building. The pheromones have done well in all aspects and cannot be criticized. Each player's residence is separate, and the room is also thoughtfully furnished with small items that meet the preferences of each designer.

Yi Wulan is a rose, and there are flowers at the door.

Approaching the room to put down his luggage, Yi Wulan went to take a shower first, and has been changing places to sleep for several days in a row.

Even if the hotel environment is good, Yi Wulan doesn't want to sleep.

Simply sit in the room on the second floor to relax and look at the picture book, thinking about tomorrow's perfume bottle display.

At dawn, someone knocked on the window through the curtains.

Yi Wulan thought she was hallucinating at first, but after a while, the knocking sounded again.

Pulling open the curtains abruptly, the face of Xiang Jiuming is opposite the transparent tempered explosion-proof glass.

Yi Wulan was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out how Xiang Jiuming climbed up to the window on the second floor of the hotel to knock on the window at this time and place.

After a pause, Yi Wulan opened the window a little: "Mr. Xiang, what are you doing?"

Such a grown-up still does the thing of climbing windows, it seems that there is something wrong with his mind.

Xiang Jiuming seemed to have recovered during this period of time, his amorous eyes brightened, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Come and wish Designer Yi a successful start."

He said, holding up a bouquet of hibiscus with the other hand: "This is my mother's favorite flower at the beginning. I think I should fulfill my promise and make up for the flowers owed to Yi designer."

It's still inappropriate to send roses, after all, Yi Wulan hasn't divorced yet.

Xiang Jiuming seemed to have a sense of proportion suddenly, with sincere blessings and a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Yi Wulan opened the gap in the window a little, reached for the flowers, but didn't let Jiuming in.

Instead, she hooked her lips and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take the flowers, and I'll take the wishes."

"Mr. Xiang, jump down quickly. I'm closing the window a little harder now. I guess you won't be able to stabilize yourself."

Who asked Mr. Xiang to send flowers through the window when he was mentally ill?

Xiang Jiuming: ...

The morning light began to gradually appear, and Sheng Ling, who had not slept all night, heard the letter bell ringing as a letter arrived in the yard outside.

Randomly tidying up a wrinkled haute couture shirt, Sheng Ling went to the yard to get the letters.

Usually, Yi Wulan's friends would send him some design drafts.

Sheng Ling took out the thin envelope and opened it as he walked into the house. He had a meeting with a multinational company today, so he had to pack up and go out.

Halfway through, Sheng Ling paused, and he slowly pulled out the document.

At the top are a few large characters in black and white - the divorce agreement.

Sheng Ling pinched the document, a thin layer of paper, but it hit his heart so hard that his knuckles turned white.

All details are confirmed.

With a hint of fishy sweetness in his throat, Sheng Ling took out his mobile phone and sent Yi Wulan a text message——

"Wulan, let's find a time to talk."

The author has something to say: Divorced, V tomorrow, this book is written very happily, thank you for your company along the way, many of the cute little chasing articles are familiar.

Roses are all thorny, this book is the fire rose Yi Wulan,

Peach Chirp!

Promoting the next book in advance - his pheromones are top-notch and attractive

On the day Xia Xinghe split, he was pushed into the sea. Between life and death, he split into an extremely rare and precious species of Omega. The richness and sweetness of pheromones are top-notch, and they are fatally attractive to Alpha.

But Xia Xinghe was under a marriage contract, and was about to replace his cousin, and complete the marriage contract with Yu Han, the head of the army who was rumored to be very violent.

Xia Xinghe carefully concealed his pheromones, and only wanted to find a chance to escape marriage.

In the end, not only did the marriage fail, Xia Xinghe was tossed and tossed all night on the night of the wedding, and the pheromone was almost hidden.

The next day, Xia Xinghe cried softly: "I'm just an ordinary omega, I can't satisfy you, can I get a divorce?"

The sky after the snow reflected Xia Xinghe's snow skin and black hair.

Yu Han's eyes were dark, and he stroked the back of Xia Xinghe's neck: "Satisfied."

divorce?impossible in this lifetime

ABO1V1 has a private setting, so sweet that your teeth soften