Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Sheng Ling was delayed due to company affairs, and it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the scenic spot in Nanshan City.

The venue for the banquet was inside the scenic area, and Yin Song came here with him.

Yin Song was going to attend this banquet originally. His own company is relatively large, but compared to those business tycoons, it is not worth mentioning. It is still necessary to participate in this kind of social activities.

There is no need for a level like Sheng Ling to participate, and the Chamber of Commerce also sent an invitation to show respect.

Who would have thought that people would actually come.

But the person in charge of the banquet was shocked, and he couldn't figure out which gust of wind brought Sheng Ling over.

Yin Song knew very well in his heart, what else could it be for, it could only be Yi Wulan.

While driving, Yin Song glanced at the man sitting in the co-pilot and typing on the computer to handle official business.

Sheng Ling just came out of a meeting, wearing a suit without any wrinkles, with a serious expression on his face, completely unaware that he was a hangover.

Yin Song was stunned to see Sheng Ling like this. In fact, he had not met many times with Sheng Ling in the past few years. During this period of time, because of Yi Wulan's affairs, he had met a few more times. ...is like this.

Calm and serious.

It's completely different from what it used to be in the compound. At that time, Sheng Ling was full of vigor, but he was full of youthful spirit, but now he is so mature that he can't find the slightest shadow of that time.

Yin Song drove to the place soon, saw Sheng Ling put away the computer, held back the words all the way, and finally couldn't help it: "Are you here for sister-in-law, Yi Wulan?"

Sheng Ling said a calm "hmm".

Yin Song didn't know what to say: "I really don't understand. You two have been married for a year, and you two have known each other for ten years. You don't care about it early or late. When you get divorced, you will Pay attention, Sheng Ling, you used someone as a stand-in before, but now it doesn't feel very, very, "

Yin Song couldn't find the right words for a while.

"Ridiculous," Sheng Ling added, "It's ridiculous, I know."

He signed the divorce agreement. At that time, he thought it was just a deal, and he was the one who hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities during the year of marriage.

With such self-knowledge, Yin Song was taken aback.

Before the conversation between the two of them was finished, the car had already parked. Yin Song took a careful look at Sheng Ling, and found that something was wrong with Sheng Ling.

On the surface, this person looks calm and self-sufficient, but if you look deeper, you can vaguely see the undercurrent leading you deep below.

Shocking.

Sheng Ling got out of the car, opened the back door and took out the well-protected camellia, and put it in the pocket of his woolen coat.

The lights in the villa complex were dim, Sheng Ling stood in the wind, the dim light reflected Sheng Ling's slender fingers and the camellia in his pocket.

Yin Song shook his head.

Know why today is the beginning.

From Yin Song's point of view, Yi Wulan's attitude of leaving as soon as he said it, Sheng Ling wanted to get him back, I'm afraid it would be difficult, and it would be extremely difficult.

Yi Wulan entered the banquet venue and had a meal first.

The organizer may consider that acquaintances at the buffet reception are more willing to talk to acquaintances, so they held a chamber of commerce banquet on their own initiative, with more than a dozen large round tables, and everyone who came to the conference sat down and had a meal first before talking.

The act was inexplicably earthy...and festive.

After all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the big round table looks like a New Year's Eve dinner.

Fortunately, the organizers were not too stupid--they thought about it when arranging the seats, and it was no big deal to let competing companies sit together if they didn't watch the excitement.

Most of Yi Wulan's table are young people, not over 30 years old at most, they are all young and promising young entrepreneurs, of course, there are also many people in the middle of the family, who are the rich second generation.

With this arrangement, the organizers also consider that young entrepreneurs have more topics to talk about.

Just as Yi Wulan wanted, he initially wanted to find a young creative company to cooperate with. "Wave" needs not only delicacy, but also vitality.

One table had just filled up the wine, and before the dishes were served, a person came from the other table. Xiang Jiuming had just arrived here, just in time for the banquet to start.

Seeing Yi Wulan at this table, he walked over here, pointed to Yi Wulan's side with a smile and said, "Do you mind an extra seat?"

One of the wine table replied: "Of course it's no problem. Mr. Xiang is not yet 30 years old, so he's the same generation as us."

The people at the table laughed, Xiang Jiuming naturally sat next to Yi Wulan.

He turned his head and explained to Yi Wulan: "The plane is late, it's late."

Yi Wulan leaned over without showing any traces, and said softly, "Got it."

Being able to gain a foothold in the design industry alone in just a few years, Yi Wulan not only possesses talent, but also has a strong wrist. He is able to deal with you and me at the dinner table, and only takes a few sips of wine after the banquet is halfway through.

Xiang Jiuming: ...

He originally thought that Yi Wulan might not be able to handle it. After getting the event schedule, he hurried to the plane and transferred to the high-speed train, and then took a car to come here. He wanted to take care of it, but in the end...

Xiang Jiuming looked at Yi Wulan and said a few simple words, and asked the person opposite him to drink another glass of wine.

It seems that there is no need, Mr. Fengliu sat beside him and looked at Yi Wulan's profile with a smile, Yi Wulan's face was flushed red by several sips of wine and the indoor heating.

It doesn't look that cold, and it's better to get close.

Halfway through the meal, the atmosphere was lively. Everyone at the table said that the dinner party would be over later, and they would go out and change to a villa in a scenic spot to continue gathering.

"It's better to play games, Pai Gow or billiards? Make some bets."

"Farewell brother, it's almost New Year's Eve, gambling is caught everywhere, obey the law."

"You are so upright"

"That is!"

A group of people made suggestions lively, and a fat man inside said: "We say we know each other well but we don't know each other well. Why don't we play some games to enhance friendship, or take a real risk?"

They are all young people, and they didn't reject this game. Some people said: "It's really a reminiscence of the past. I played this game when I graduated from high school. It's been so many years."

Yi Wulan approached Jiuming: "Are you going?"

"I guess you want to find a partner for 'Bolan', why don't you bother and cooperate with me directly?"

Yi Wulan raised his eyes, glanced at him, and before he could speak, he heard the organizer's voice: "Oh, everyone is here, come and introduce to everyone."

"President Sheng Lingsheng is also a hero..."

Yi Wulan was startled, put down his wine glass and turned around.

Standing next to him, Sheng Ling politely followed the organizer's words and nodded to the people around him, then he didn't look at anyone else, only lowered his eyes to look at Yi Wulan.

Obviously the posture of the two of them is that Yi Wulan is in a weak position with his head slightly raised, but Sheng Ling feels that he is the one who is strangled.

Xiang Jiuming sat at the side, staring at Sheng Ling, and crossed his legs leisurely.

Sheng Ling sat down anyway, right next to Yi Wulan.

Everyone at the table had never seen the gossip between the two, and the atmosphere froze for a while.I have some thoughts in my heart. It is said on the Internet that Yi Wulan has been more sad for ten years. Looking at the situation now, it is Sheng Ling who is chasing after him?

It's okay to think about these things in your heart, no one said anything at the wine table, no one has nothing to do to provoke Sheng Ling.

Fortunately, Sheng Ling didn't say much, he just sat there, dipping his lips with wine.

Everyone asked, so they didn't go there any more.

There were obviously a table of people, but Yi Wulan's surroundings seemed to be separated.

How to say the atmosphere is very subtle.

Xiang Jiuming watched the two of them from the side. He was a seasoned lover, and he could tell who was attracted by his facial expressions.

He thought it was more difficult for Yi Wulan to get out, but looking at it now, it is clear that Sheng Ling is deeply involved, and Yi Wulan looks cold and indifferent.

Yi Wulan treated Xiang Jiuming with that invulnerable attitude. He was helpless and a little self-deprecating. Now this attitude is towards Sheng Ling, which is very refreshing.

Sheng Ling reached into his pocket, twisted the stem of the camellia, and asked Yi Wulan, "Is it for the 'Bolan' project?"

"If you don't mind, you can cooperate with me."

Yi Wulan chuckled, one by one rushing to cooperate with him.

He didn't know when he became a rare piece of meat and potatoes.

Yi Wulan lowered the voices of the people at the table, turned his head and said to Sheng Ling, "Go out and chat."

Then he raised his glass with a smile: "Everyone, take it easy, take the first step. If you are sure to play the game, remember to post the location."

Talking and drinking.

Many people agreed.

Sheng Ling got up early, stood aside, and gave up Yi Wulan's place in a gentlemanly manner.

Xiang Jiuming sat looking at Sheng Ling whether he wanted to smile or not.

He wanted to see what would happen if Sheng Ling was rejected again and again, thinking about it was really exciting.

Sheng Ling glanced at Xiang Jiuming's expression, thinking that Yi Wulan had approached him to talk just now, tightened his fingers, and narrowed his dark eyes.

He turned his gaze away.

After the two left, they toasted Jiuming with a glass of wine and left.

The people at the table looked at each other in blank dismay. Did they just see something amazing?

Isn't Sheng Ling not in love?The look in his eyes that looked at people just now seemed to have aroused his heart, and Xiang Jiuming obviously added fuel to the fire to make it more prosperous, but the person at the center of the confrontation was so clear that he didn't touch himself at all.

Tsk tsk, just eating melons on the spot.

This group of villas is very large, and there are many artificial hills in the garden. The two randomly found a place for rest and talked while standing.

The street lights in the garden were very dim, and Yi Wulan walked out without taking a look at Sheng Ling.

It has just rained in Nanshan City, and the air is still a little humid.

It was very similar to that kind of heavy emotion, Yi Wulan felt a little puzzled, Sheng Ling's coming this time did not conform to Sheng Ling's usual logic, but he really didn't have the heart to explore it now.

Yi Wulan leaned on the stone table behind, and asked Sheng Ling casually: "Are you cooperating with me, or is your company cooperating with 'Bolan'?"

Sheng Ling couldn't find fault in this aspect: "Of course it's the company."

Yi Wulan said with a chuckle: "What conditions?"

Sheng Ling twirled the flower in his hand, but what he really wanted to say was that there is no need for any conditions, as long as you are willing to cooperate, all the arrangements for personnel are up to you.

But no, Yi Wulan won't agree like this.

Sheng Ling then said: "For 15.00% of the profit, all the capital investment and personnel in the early stage will be taken care of by my company. If the investment is high, consider returning the shares."

"If you want, we can sign the contract when we return to Jiangcheng."

It is a very favorable condition.

Yi Wulan let out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity, and didn't say yes or no.

Instead, he straightened up, propped the table slightly closer to Sheng Ling, and smiled lightly close to Sheng Ling's neck: "President Sheng, your condition is very unusual, what do you rely on to impress me?"

The warm breath brought a shiver.

Yi Wulan raised her head slightly and half-opened her eyes, looking over with hooks in her eyes.

Both aggressive and suggestive seem strong.

Sheng Ling's Adam's apple slipped.

He hadn't seen Yi Wulan like this for a long time. Strictly speaking, the two hadn't had close contact for more than 20 days.

Before saying anything, Yi Wulan backed away and shook his head, returning to his sneering look: "Mr. Sheng, you don't want to cooperate."

Yi Wulan's face was cold, and he hit the nail on the head: "You can't do without my body."

Sheng Ling was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and before he could speak, he heard "clap clapping" clapping from the other side of the woods.

Xiang Jiuming's gorgeous voice appeared: "Designer Yi is really interesting. Mingrui Group also wants to cooperate with you, and the conditions can be compromised. I wonder if Wulan will give me this opportunity?"

Xiang Jiuming didn't have the slightest sense of eavesdropping on the corner, and directly confronted Sheng Ling, sparks flew between the two.

Yi Wulan walked under the streetlight, looked at the two people who were facing each other under the light, and said coolly: "It's really hard for Yi to choose, why don't you discuss with Mr. Sheng first, bid with each other, and whoever wins will talk to me. "

"Or," Yi Wulan sneered, "you two can fight."

Talking about walking to the villa, wasting time here, it is better to play truth or dare.

One or two came to trouble him, it was really easy to treat him like a soft persimmon.

Sheng Ling and Xiang Jiuming took a look, Xiang Jiuming's face turned green, and he also turned back with a cold snort.

Sheng Ling lowered his eyes to hide his violent emotions toward Jiuming, and turned to follow.

When Xiang Jiuming passed by, he warned softly: "Stay away from Wulan."

This was the first time the two had torn each other up in private, and Xiang Jiuming couldn't bear it any longer, and reminded, "Sheng Ling, you are not qualified to say that now."

"Besides," Xiang Jiuming's always provocative voice provocatively said, "I used to need Mr. Sheng to greet Wulan for me. In the future, maybe Mr. Sheng will need me to greet him. Now we are,"

"fair play."

Sheng Ling suppressed the anger in his chest, clenched his fists and stood solemnly on the spot.

Xiang Jiuming couldn't help laughing, he never thought that he could see Shengling like this one day.

When Yi Wulan opened the door of the private room, the people inside had already played around, and hurriedly called out: "Designer Yi, come quickly, Fatty lost a lot!"

Just at this moment, nicknames are called.

Yi Wulan just sat down when two more people came in.

Everyone was silent for a moment. After all, they were all messed up in the mall. They hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, Mr. Sheng is here too, welcome."

"Mr. Xiang, sit here, sit here."

A circle of people sat together and dealt the cards with their own thoughts.

Fatty introduced the rules: "It's very simple. We don't have any rules here. The person who gets the big king orders two cards, and the person who gets the little king can specify what to do. The two people who are called can't refuse." , otherwise drink a glass of wine."

"White wine."

"Come, come, let's get started!" Someone already couldn't wait.

After a round of cards was dealt, the person who drew the king was a young man wearing glasses. He looked around at the people around him and said in a long voice, "Who shall I choose..."

"Ace of clubs and 3 of clubs!"

The fat man who got Xiao Wang couldn't wait: "Plum Blossom A calls Plum Blossom 3 my husband!"

A group of people laughed and cursed and booed: "You are not childish!"

"Look at a 20-year-old? Fat eight years old"

"Oh oh oh oh I'm calling my husband"

The young man wearing glasses also became excited: "Who is Plum Blossom A!"

Sheng Ling was not interested in this game. When he seldom played games, he didn't look at the cards when he was drawn, but just fiddled with the glass in his hand.

"it's me."

Light voice.

Yi Wulan spread out his cards and propped his chin with great interest: "Who is the 3 of clubs?"

Everyone looked at their cards subconsciously.

The cup in Sheng Ling's hand was put down, and the cards in his hand were slowly opened——

Club 6.

Who is Club 3?

"I'm 3 of clubs." Xiang Jiuming put the cards in his hand on the table.

Black Plum 3.

Fuck everyone, the first round was so high-powered? ? ?

At the same time, he couldn't stop looking at Yi Wulan.

Will Yi Wulan shout?

Sheng Ling seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. He suddenly remembered that Yi Wulan had never called him by that title, never before, including that time when the two of them were on the sofa and were extremely emotional.

Yi Wulan just called him Sheng Ling.

Yi Wulan raised his eyebrows, he didn't think the name had any meaning, what's more, it was just playing games, and it couldn't be real, he was not a person who couldn't enjoy it.

It's just that the people in this circle looked at him and shouted. He thought for a while, then stood up and walked towards Xiang Jiuming.

Sheng Ling subconsciously wanted to hold Yi Wulan's wrist.

The fingers only touched Yi Wulan's skin, and the tentacles felt slightly cool.

Only a few steps away, Yi Wulan arrived with one long leg, holding Xiang Jiuming's shoulder.

Bending down, Yi Wulan leaned closer to the ambiguous floral fragrance and said in a low voice, "Husband."

With a clear sound.

But Xiang Jiuming was so teased that he almost couldn't sit still.

"Plum Blossom A" made her husband's posture A explode, but the sound Xiang Jiuming listened to made him regret not drinking baijiu.

Sheng Ling sat up straight, the veins in the hand holding the cup bulged, and his mind was buzzing.

He raised his head, just in time to bump into Yi Wulan's downturned eyes.

The author has something to say: here we come! (The peach was really squeezed dry, and I wrote it for a long time

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