Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

In the silence, Sheng Ling spoke first.

Sheng Ling put out the cigarette, turned around and stood outside the railing, his voice hoarse: "Is it cold?"

Yi Wulan's coat was thin at first glance, and he was only wearing a shirt inside. The temperature in Nanshan City was not too high, so it must be a little cold.

But few people would ask Yi Wulan this question. First, Yi Wulan straightened his spine at all times and never flinched.The second is Yi Wulan's identity as a designer.

This industry is inherently glamorous. It seems that it is very normal to only wear a thin coat in winter.

Last winter, the two were just married, and Sheng Ling was busy at the time, whenever he was in the villa, he would always ask a few questions when he saw Yi Wulan wearing so little.

If it's snowing, she will try to get Yi Wulan to add some clothes.

But the question at that time was different from what it is now. At that time, Sheng Ling was more likely to be out of responsibility to his partner, but now he has an unclear emotion.

Yi Wulan looked at Sheng Ling through the railing, it seemed that Sheng Ling had learned restraint in just one night.

There was more forbearance in his eyes.

This is a good thing for Yi Wulan, but Yi Wulan still doesn't understand why Sheng Ling is like this, deliberately chasing him to this banquet, and only following him, why?

Because of possessiveness?

Yi Wulan asked Sheng Ling softly, "Have you ever thought about Shu Linqing?"

This is the deepest poison entangled between the two, and on the day after the divorce, Yi Wulan calmly and mercilessly picked it apart.

The venom splashed out, and when it sprayed on people, there was a burning pain.

Since Shu Linqing returned to China, Sheng Ling has only seen him once. It was at the welcome party, and the two of them didn't say a few words.

One was that Sheng Ling was too busy and had to rush to deal with affairs at that time, and the other was that the two had been separated for too long, and there were changes to some extent, even if they were reminiscing about the past, they didn't know where to start.

What's more, Sheng Ling never thought about renewing his relationship with Shu Linqing.

He couldn't forget Shu Linqing, he used to feel uncomfortable thinking about it, he would think about the love he had when he was young, and it was difficult to understand, but he also deeply felt that it was impossible for the two of them.

Ordinary people always talk about white roses and red roses, but in fact they really use roses as a metaphor. Sheng Ling thinks that only Yi Wulan can compare himself to roses.

Sheng Ling didn't answer, Yi Wulan continued: "I met Shu Linqing a few days ago, since we both love each other, why aren't we together. Sheng Ling, you have to know that love is rare in this world, and you have to be brave if you want to have it. "

Objectivity and indifference from the sidelines.

Sheng Ling was stung by this indifferent attitude, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wu Lan, it's impossible for me and him."

Yi Wulan asked back: "Why is it impossible?"

After asking this question, Yi Wulan felt that he was asking too much. No matter what, this was already a matter for Sheng Ling and Shu Linqing, and had nothing to do with him.

Yi Wulan then directly expressed her feelings: "Sheng Ling, since we are divorced, I think your actions these days are not appropriate."

Sheng Ling was silent for a moment, and then talked about another matter: "The Song family's matter has been resolved, and the 'Thelove' matter has been investigated. The person in charge and related personnel have been suspended for investigation because of embezzling public funds and harming the company's interests for personal gain."

Sheng Ling looked at Yi Wulan with a calm tone, but his words were like a child... begging for sweets.

Yi Wulan felt that she understood Sheng Ling, but Sheng Ling still didn't understand how she was divorced, and always thought that these external reasons caused the divorce.

So Sheng Ling thought about solving these problems, resolved the problems between the two of them, and everything would be fine.

As for why Sheng Ling wanted to solve these problems and restore the relationship between the two, Yi Wulan didn't bother to explore the reason.

Yi Wulan thought it was funny, and he asked Sheng Ling, "Sheng Ling, do you think that's why we divorced?"

Sheng Ling looked at Yi Wulan calmly, with some light in his eyes, but he couldn't stop twirling the camellia with one hand in his pocket.

After one night, the stem of this camellia was twisted and there were some traces, and the flower was carefully protected so that only a few petals withered.

Yi Wulan took a look, his eyes indifferent.

He only asked Sheng Ling one question, and sighed, "Sheng Ling, do you understand roses?"

Sheng Ling was startled.

Yi Wulan smiled: "You don't understand, and you don't understand me either."

"Sheng Ling, I have spent ten years trying to understand this problem, and I understand that we are not suitable at all."

The wooden railing separates the two, as if separated into two completely different worlds, one side is full of poetry and romance in the garden, and the other side is the smoke and flames of war that are frozen.

Sheng Ling realized that the previous pain could only be regarded as foreplay, but now that he is awake, it can be regarded as uncomfortable.

With trembling fingers, Sheng Ling didn't take a step forward, but just looked at Yi Wulan: "I don't understand roses, art, or love."

The voice fell to the end and was inaudible: "I don't understand."

Sheng Ling doesn't understand roses, and he never thought of doing so.

A long and continuous pain invaded Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling felt himself falling into a huge hollow panic called losing Yi Wulan.

Just the thought of this possibility makes even the soul tremble.

Yi Wulan shook his head. Yi Wulan knew what kind of person Sheng Ling was. Just like his name, he was domineering and arrogant.

Now such a person has the meaning of lowering his head.

It's cool to see Sheng Ling like this, but it's also a little pitiful.

He was even a little afraid of being soft-hearted.

After thinking about it again, Yi Wulan felt that his heart was beating, and the numb and painful place that would always be entangled by vines no longer hurt.

He really doesn't love Sheng Ling anymore.

Sheng Ling didn't speak again, he just stood there with restraint and forbearance, looking at Yi Wulan.

It began to rain lightly outside. The rain in winter is not as heavy as in summer, but it is just fine and dense light rain, falling on people's body in strands, which is cold to the bone.

Yi Wulan just watched the rain wet Sheng Ling's hair, without making a sound, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was probably time to attend the exchange meeting.

Sheng Ling twirled the camellia, thinking that maybe he should bring a rose, at least the spikes could make him hurt and keep him awake all the time.

Sobriety keeps you from falling into deeper situations.

Sheng Ling's tongue licked his lips, he knew that he wanted Yi Wulan very much, and he was moved by his desire.

Inseparable thirst.

Sheng Ling didn't attend the exchange meeting in the morning or the banquet in the afternoon.

Xiang Jiuming was happy to see him, he didn't want to see Sheng Ling's misfortune at all, and he was all about following Yi Wulan.

Yi Wulan took some fruit in front of the buffet: "Is Mr. Xiang okay?"

Xiang Jiuming smiled: "It's all right."

"Oh yes, I didn't spoil the rose, I gave it to a couple."

I understand you with a full face, praise me quickly.

Xiang Jiuming is extremely sensitive when it comes to talking about love.

Yi Wulan had finalized the joint venture in the morning, and wanted to rest alone in the afternoon, but Xiang Jiuming followed him all the time.

The euphemistic name is to let Yi Wulan get used to his existence.

When I was flying at night, I saw Yi Wulan's destination was not Jiangcheng.

Xiang Jiuming's eyes flashed: "Aren't you going back to Jiangcheng?"

Yi Wulan smiled, "I don't need to report everything to the general manager, do I?"

Xiang Jiuming immediately stated that he had absolutely no intention of seeking privacy.

He talked about going to buy coffee, but actually searched for information on the Internet as he walked, and was going to ask someone he knew if he couldn't find it.

In the end, there is no need to ask, Yi Wulan didn't want to hide his whereabouts, he will go with Xue Qiu to shoot the new product of "Bolan", which is on the island that Yi Wulan went to some time ago.

The two also plan to hold several live broadcasts to create momentum for "Bolan".

Xiang Jiuming has always been familiar with the entertainment industry, Xue Qiu Xue Yingdi, the two even had dinner together.

With Xiang Jiuming's shrewdness, a few meals are enough to figure out Xue Qiu's character. He seems gentle and gentle, but gentleness is true, and a gentleman is also true, but the casualness inside is also true.

Knowing where and who Yi Wulan was going to meet, Xiang Jiuming had an idea almost immediately.

Yi Wulan took Xiang Jiuming's coffee, saw him smiling mysteriously, and raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

Xiang Jiuming didn't see anything unusual: "I, I signed a big project, I'm happy."

After hearing this, Yi Wulan stopped asking.

When boarding the plane, Xiang Jiuming asked Yi Wulan: "Wulan, I'm curious, let's not talk about Shengling, which one do you like?"

"Except for the requirement of pure love, which type do you tend to choose? Let me know."

Yi Wulan turned his head to look at Jiuming with an expression of urgency, curled the corners of his lips, and moved closer.

Slowly say: "Probably,"

Xiang Jiuming couldn't help turning his head to the side, wanting to get closer to Yi Wulan.

Yi Wulan said calmly, "It won't be like you."

Before Xiang Jiuming could react, Yi Wulan had already let go of his laughter, waved his hands, and left without a second thought.

Standing where he was, Xiang Jiuming understood what retribution is.

Only others have ever teased him, but this time he really failed.

When Sheng Ling returned to Jiangcheng, he still returned to No. 232 Nanhua Road. Since the day of the divorce, Sheng Ling has not touched the contents inside.

All the furnishings are placed in the original state, as if the other person never moved.

Many potted flowers are in good condition, and no one has taken care of them these days, and some of them are showing signs of decay.

Sheng Ling patiently checked and took care of the pots.

In terms of patience, few people can match Shengling.

Yi Wulan's figure is imprinted in his mind, which cannot be erased no matter what.

I can't let it go, I can't forget it, and it's even more touching.

The pain was mixed with reluctance. It was uncomfortable at first, but it was okay after getting used to it.

Sheng Ling didn't want to ask anyone, he didn't need to ask Rong Hui, nor Yin Song, or anyone else who knew about their relationship.

He needs to understand and explore by himself.

After taking care of the flowers, Sheng Ling opened the refrigerator door, thinking that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, but found that there was only the bottom of the porridge left in the pot.

Seaweed Shrimp Porridge.

The porridge has been frozen for so long, it should have gone bad.

Sheng Ling paused, then took it out, poured it into a bowl, heated it up, put it on the table, and wanted to have a taste.

"Don't eat, do you want to die?"

It seems that someone is frowning, sitting on the opposite table and talking to him helplessly. He should be wearing a knitted sweater just after taking a shower, and sketching with a pen in one hand.

Seeing him like this, she propped her forehead to persuade him lightly, with a smile in her eyes.

When Sheng Ling looked up, the table opposite was empty.

That's right, Yi Wulan has already moved.

Speaking of which, the two had been absurd a few times before, Yi Wulan always liked to take a shower before eating, and the two couldn't help it, so they were absurd in the restaurant.

Sheng Ling closed his eyes.

My heart hurts so much, it hurts when I cut it with the awl.

He thought of Yi Wulan again. In his dream last night, Yi Wulan held a sharp knife and said with a smile that he wanted to goug out his heart: "Look, Sheng Ling, I gouged you out."

Sheng Ling grabbed his palm, he thought, it's not painful enough, his pain is not even [-]% of Yi Wulan's.

The author has something to say: Sheng Ling is definitely waiting for the crematorium, and what Wu Lan gets is definitely the best.

Chinese New Year is coming soon, there are many things to do, strive for more tomorrow, chirp!

Tomorrow's [-]th, this chapter will randomly send red envelopes for comments.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 monk; (Cultivators should also pay attention to rest)

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