Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

The news of Yi Wulan's return to China spread all over the Internet within a few days.

It is not necessarily true that many people like him, the main reason is that there are many gold medals in international competitions, and Yi Wulan is covered with the glory of national honor just by turning around.

Xiang Jiuming was Yi Wulan who made an appointment after hearing the news.

The last time they met was when Yi Wulan returned to China to attend a meeting, and they met in a hurry.

The two made an appointment at the cafe where they had sat together, and it started to rain again in Jiangcheng.

Yi Wulan put away the umbrella when he entered the door, and saw that the guy at the front desk of this cafe had changed, but the guy looked up and saw Yi Wulan with sparkling eyes: "Designer Yi!"

Yi Wulan: "Are you my fan too?"

The little brother scratched his head in embarrassment: "Ah yes, I studied art."

Yi Wulan's heart moved: "The receptionist here before seems to be studying art?"

The little brother nodded: "Yeah, yes, Mr. Xiang's cafe is full of part-time jobs for people who study art. Designer Yi should be talking about my senior."

"Mr. Xiang is on the second floor."

Yi Wulan was thoughtful, smiled and went upstairs.

Without looking back, Xiang Jiuming heard a voice: "Double milk and sugar have been added."

"Are you going to stay in Jiangcheng this time?"

Yi Wulan sat down and stirred the coffee with a silver spoon: "Yes."

For a while the two of them had nothing to say, Yi Wulan went abroad five years ago, Xiang Jiuming didn't ask the reason, now returned to China, Xiang Jiuming asked Yi Wulan to come to the coffee shop, Yi Wulan didn't ask the reason.

They know each other well.

The drizzle dripped on the glass window.

Xiang Jiuming: "Some time ago I saw you presenting flowers to my mother. I guess she must be very happy."

"I seldom mention her in front of outsiders. In fact, she chose to marry into the Xiang family because she fell in love with my father. But the result was not very good. Her character was too wronged to stay in the Xiang family."

Yi Wulan said softly, "Maybe you don't like me, Jiuming, what you like is the sense of art."

Blinking Xiang Jiuming's affectionate eyes: "Maybe it was before, but not now."

"How about we make a bet? If I win, you promise to give me another chance."

Yi Wulan: "Did you lose?"

Xiang Jiuming was rarely serious: "I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you want, as long as I have."

Yi Wulan was noncommittal: "What are you betting on?"

The bet is still about the bet, and the bet offered by Xiang Jiuming doesn't make him very tempted.

What's more, he felt that betting in this situation would make Xiang Jiuming even more trapped.

Xiang Jiuming put down the coffee cup: "Wulan, I know what you want, you want to be pure, but it's very unrealistic. To tell you the truth, I believe that there is no absolutely pure love in this world."

"For example, even if a person is willing to die for you, he may want to leave a place in your heart after death."

Xiang Jiuming was puzzled: "Since we are in harmony in every aspect, why did you not choose me for this reason?"

"Happiness is a momentary bubble, mediocrity is long-term."

In recent years, Xiang Jiuming's business has grown bigger and bigger. He has inherited the genes of his father's generation very well, and is even more outstanding. At least compared with most of his peers, he is young and promising.

So he couldn't understand more and more.

Yi Wulan hit the nail on the head: "You don't want to prove me wrong, you just want to prove you right."

Xiang Jiuming immediately smiled: "Yes."

Yi Wulan knocked on the table: "What's your definition of pure?"

Xiang Jiuming: "A person who does everything for love without losing himself."

Yi Wulan: "It's hard."

Xiang Jiuming just showed a smile.

Yi Wulan said, "But it's not that there isn't, it's just that you haven't seen it."

Xiang Jiuming: "So Wulan, do you want to bet? You only have to bet on your side,"

Yi Wulan interrupted him: "No gambling."

"Your terms don't impress me."

Yi Wulan felt that there was no need to continue: "Jiu Ming, we have known each other for a few years. I appreciate your ability to wander the world without touching yourself. We tried each other, but we couldn't convince each other."

"You don't have to be stubborn."

After five years of precipitation, while Xiang Jiuming expanded his business territory, Yi Wulan became more mature.

Xiang Jiuming's intention today is not to make a bet.

It's about making Yi Wulan realize that he can't get what he wants, and no one around him can give it to him. It's better to choose someone who is pleasing to the eye, such as Xiang Jiuming.

Xiang Jiuming still seemed to be discussing business.

Going downstairs to hold an umbrella, Yi Wulan thought about it for a while, and if he had something to do with pureness, it's not unheard of now.

It was raining and the sky was covered with dark clouds, Yi Wulan raised his head to look.

There is no moon tonight.

After that day, Sheng Ling never saw Yi Wulan again.

Originally, since Yi Wulan once said that he did not want to see him again, it is normal not to meet him now.

But some things are like this, thirsty water has become a habit, and one day I tasted it, but it will be even more difficult in the future.

Someone behind him patted him: "What are you thinking? Do you want to have a drink tonight?"

Sheng Ling put away the cufflinks he was holding in his hand a little anxiously, and calmly lifted the man's hand: "I won't go tonight."

The man watched Sheng Ling go further and further, and shouted: "Brother Ling, you really don't want to drink?"

Sheng Ling waved his hand.

Seeing Sheng Ling like this, the man couldn't help muttering, "It's too hard to please."

The person next to him laughed and said, "You think that is the person that others can't please even if they put gems and gold in front of their eyes."

Sheng Ling went to Yi Wulan's art gallery.

In the past few years, Sheng Ling has avoided setting foot here. He saw Yi Wulan's designs and paintings from many places, and tried his best to buy two sets. It's not very magical, it's better to spread it outside.

Therefore, no matter how high the price was, Ren Shengling tried his best to get only two sets.

He framed these two paintings and put them together with the stack of paintings left by Yi Wulan when he moved.

Sometimes Sheng Ling was really hard to bear, so he took out these paintings to look at. One day, he found a piece of paper that was slightly thicker with interlayers inside. He took it out carefully and found a design draft hidden inside.

It was for the pair of cufflinks, and a line of words was carefully written on the back of the paper——

"All the stars fall on you"

Unexpected romance.

Sheng Ling was instantly filled with sore and sore emotions. Compared with Yi Wulan, he was really lackluster.

Sheng Ling went to all the places where he could find clues about Yi Wulan's experience, but he never entered this art gallery again because he was timid.

It is no different from five years ago, and there are still all kinds of people, gathering in twos and threes to exchange inspiration or something else.

It's just that because there are too many people, there are several circular bars and a few more bartenders.

Moreover, the second floor is being renovated, and no one is allowed to go up at present.

Sheng Ling randomly found a seat and sat down.

There was someone standing on the table next to him holding up a painting for display, and a group of people gathered around to watch it, and Sheng Ling took a few glances.

The bartender at this circle of bars is a woman who told people that her name is Ayu. When she saw Sheng Ling, she walked over in a charming manner, with interest in her eyes: "You don't look like those people who are dying for the second painting."

Turning back, Sheng Ling saw the woman's nails painted dark red, looked away and said, "Just take a look."

The woman bent down: "What's your name, sir? I'm Ayu. How about some wine?"

Sheng Ling: "Wave waves."

Ah Yu raised her red lips as soon as she heard it: "It's for Designer Yi again, fan?"

Sheng Ling tapped the bar with his knuckles: "I like men."

Ayu immediately changed his face when he heard that, his shape was too lazy, he took out tools and lit a cigarette by the way: "I said it earlier, it seems that you are still the designer's boyfriend fan."

Seeing Sheng Ling looking around from the corner of his eyes, Ayu rolled up his sleeves rudely: "You want to see him? Many people here are here for Lan. It's not easy to really want to see him."

Sheng Ling raised his wine glass: "Are there many people?"

Ayu: "Hmm, what's more, his art gallery has benefited many newcomers, and many newcomers are here in their early years, plus talent, what do you think?"

"There are a lot of people who love him to death. You know, those people who are crazy about art, tsk tsk, when he won the gold medal, he wanted to jump off the building to express his love, ouch."

Seeing that Sheng Ling ignored him, she asked again: "Sir, you are handsome, but how do you compare yourself to others?"

Sheng Ling: "I'm different."

Ah Yu said "Yo Ha": "Why are you different?"

Deep down, Sheng Ling thought, I love him deeply.

On the day Sheng Ling came to his senses, he knew that this love would last forever, until he died, burned to a handful of ashes, and mixed with his ashes.

But you don't need to tell anyone.

The man's lowered brows and eyes, the original handsome and sharp outline seemed imperceptible depression and pain, but Ayu's sharp eyes were cultivated after a stumble.

The pain is in the bones, and that's about it.

Glass after glass of wine, white and red were all mixed together, seeing Sheng Ling's posture of getting drunk, Ayu directly mixed a depth charge for him.

Ayu smoked one cigarette after another next to him, tsk, he is so handsome and looks rich, but he is still unhappy.

He was a little drunk and muttered in his mouth.

Ayu listened carefully, and it was Wulan.

It seems to be really iron powder.

Coincidentally, Yi Wulan happened to be here today, which is not a coincidence. He has been controlling the decoration of the art gallery during this time.

There are also those piled up paintings that need to be dealt with, basically two out of three days are here.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and he has nothing to deal with, so he came here to visit Xiang Jiuming when he saw him.

When he came down from the second floor, a group of people who were not drunk on the first floor noticed and greeted him: "When is the second floor of Designer Yi open?"

"Designer Yi wins the Gold Award!! Wins the Gold Award!"

"Designer Yi, come and have a drink."

……

Those who yelled were not stingy, and some people took a look and shook their heads when they heard the yelling and continued to do their own thing.

Yi Wulan chatted with a few people, then went outside.

Ayu glanced at Sheng Ling who seemed to be drunk, sighed, thinking that it was her birthday today, doing a good deed, and beckoning: "Designer Yi, Designer Yi!"

Seeing Yi Wulan look over, Ayu shouted, "Designer Yi, come here, I have something to ask you."

Ayu came here two years ago. She dropped out of junior high school. She is a master at making manicures and bartending skills. Later, she opened a beauty salon by herself.

In the end, she was cheated by a married designer for several years, and almost lost her money and life. Someone in the art gallery knew about it and helped her out.

She often runs part-time as a bartender.

Yi Wulan knew her, and would chat with her sometimes, so she walked this way now.

Ayu grinned: "Designer Yi is in a good mood today, let's have a drink with Ayu."

Yi Wulan said lazily, "Don't tease me, I won't be like this one day, if you really want to chat with me, make me a glass of cherry juice."

Ayu let out a bored voice, still making juice for Yi Wulan in a proper manner.

Break out the crushed ice and put it in, hand it to Yi Wulan: "Designer Yi is my birthday today, wish me a happy birthday."

Yi Wulan: "Happy birthday, what do you want from me?"

Ayu: "I'm going to open a milk tea shop next to the art museum. The shop is ready. I want to ask Yi Yi to design the icon for a fee. I wonder if it's possible?"

Yi Wulan: "Okay, I have designed it and sent it to you, is there anything else?"

Ayu paused, moved away, and revealed Sheng Ling who was still drinking behind him: "Here is a fan of yours, leave him an autograph."

Yi Wulan recognized who it was almost at the first glance, and his expression did not change: "How do you know he is my die-hard fan?"

Ayu took it for granted: "Isn't that certain? He kept saying your name."

Yi Wulan put the glass on the stage, walked over and snapped his fingers in front of Sheng Ling: "Sheng Ling?"

Sheng Ling looked over subconsciously: "Wu... Lan?"

The sound is very light.

Yi Wulan looked at him without responding.

Ayu looked at Yi Wulan, then at Sheng Ling, what's going on?These two know each other?

Why is the name Sheng Ling so familiar?

Sheng Ling closed his eyes, frowned, a little irritable: "I'm hallucinating again."

Yi Wulan raised her eyebrows.

He wanted to stand up: "I have to go back."

Yi Wulan held him down and asked him, "Where are you going back? I'll send you off."

"Well, good." Sheng Ling was quite obedient when he was drunk, "Go back to No. 232, Nanhua Road."

"Someone is waiting for me."

Yi Wulan was startled.

In the end, he said, "Okay, I'll have someone send you off."

It was so late, who would send it off? Yi Wulan still dropped by to send Sheng Ling off.

Sitting in the car, Sheng Ling said calmly but firmly in the car, "Please hurry up."

When they were about to arrive, Yi Wulan asked casually, "Who is waiting for you?"

Sheng Ling smiled softly: "Wu Lan is waiting for me."

Yi Wulan's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously as if opening his mouth to expose it.

The words came to his mouth but he didn't know how to say them. It was a bit cruel to pierce the illusion of a drunk person.

Because, people always have to sober up.

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Chapter 58 Fragrant Pieces

Yi Wulan parked the car downstairs of the villa, opened the car window, and sat quietly.

A lamp was left on the second-floor balcony of the villa, illuminating flowers that were clearly well-tended.

Sheng Ling sat on the co-pilot, his consciousness was not so clear, and he reacted for a while: "Is it there?"

Yi Wulan: "Here we are."

Sheng Ling sat without moving, looking at the villa in front of him, as if chatting: "The decoration of this house is all made by Wulan, do you know Yi Wulan? It's my lover, he's waiting for me to go back. "

But that dark house was obviously empty of the people he was waiting for.

Yi Wulan said softly, "Then why don't you go back?"

Sheng Ling smiled: "Let's go back now."

He opened the door, and before leaving, he did not forget to thank Yi Wulan politely: "Thank you, I wish you a good dream tonight."

Then his head directly hit the frame of the car, and when he walked there, he staggered a few more steps and was about to fall on the road.

Yi Wulan: ...

Shaking his head, in order to avoid accidents when Zhen fell down on the road, Yi Wulan still opened the car door and directly supported him.

Take the person to the house.

It started smoothly, and as soon as the door opened, Sheng Ling seemed to have returned to a safe place, and closed his eyes after walking a few steps, as he had to be dragged.

When he was about to reach the room, Sheng Ling groped and held Yi Wulan's wrist: "Wulan?"

Sheng Ling opened his eyes, closed them again, checked several times, but still couldn't believe it: "You're back?"

Yi Wulan supported him, not ready to speak.

Sheng Ling laughed mockingly, and murmured, "Sure enough, it's still an illusion."

"I took the time to draw a few more paintings during this period. It's really difficult. I may not have this talent."

"Oh yes, the boss of the hot pot restaurant I used to go to has returned to Sichuan City, saying that he has made enough money and is going to go back to retire. Look at me, he stuffed me with a big bag of peppers."

"I know, you ignored me, you must have not forgiven me." Sheng Ling turned his head and looked at Yi Wulan with a very rare look: "You just want to come and see me more."

Added in a low voice: "Sometimes I can't see hallucinations even if I want to."

Yi Wulan opened the door and threw the man on the bed.

Sheng Ling struggled to get up: "Are you leaving?"

Yi Wulan looked down at Sheng Ling: "Shut up and go to sleep."

He speaks with one word and moves with another.

Yi Wulan saw that he was lying down, turned and left without hesitation, returned to the car but did not leave in a hurry.

Yi Wulan lay on the steering wheel, aimlessly thinking about the next itinerary.Sheng Jue contacted him to go to Liujin Art Museum to hold a solo exhibition, and the design style was not decided yet.

Shu Linqing also sent a text message two days ago, asking him if he wanted to take a bath in the hot spring. A relative of the Shu family opened it, and it was very comfortable.

Some time ago, Yi Wulan did say that in the second half of the year, he would choose to rest, travel around, and travel to relax his nerves.

Shu Linqing is also considered to be his favorite.

Yi Wulan never replied, but in fact he didn't want to have too much trouble with Shu Linqing. On the one hand, both of them belonged to the same circle.

Yi Wulan thinks that Shu Linqing is suitable for the kind of person who pampers and follows him, but Yi Wulan doesn't think that he will completely restrain his character for one person.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, just let Shu Linqing recognize it.

Tonight, I took out my phone and texted back—"When is it?"

Shu Linqing replied quickly: "Look at Wulan's time."

Yi Wulan replied: "Then next week."

Shu Linqing: "Okay, see you then."

Yi Wulan turned the car around and drove towards his residence.

Sheng Ling woke up the next day, it was already noon, he had a terrible headache, he hadn't drank like this for a long time.

Drinking like this hurts his body, so he should pay attention to his body anyway.

The memory gradually came back, Sheng Ling paused when he got up, the one who sent him back yesterday, I really think it was... Yi Wulan?

It should be just an illusion, no, no, Sheng Ling's heart was beating wildly.

Picking up his right hand and smelling it carefully, there was a slightly drunk smell of dry roses, warm and ambiguous, and it was Yi Wulan.

Yi Wulan's usual perfume is always sprayed on his wrist, and it is a special fragrance.

Sheng Ling could hardly control the rhythm of his heart beating, and sat on the bed blankly for more than ten minutes without returning to his senses.

When Rong Hui called, Sheng Ling hadn't reacted at first.

Rong Hui: "Sheng Ling? Cub?"

Sheng Ling let out an "oh" before realizing, "Something happened just now, what's the matter?"

Rong Hui didn't care too much: "The old house is planning to hold a Sheng family meeting recently. Didn't your uncle recently expand the art gallery and want to hold an event? The old house is thinking of joining forces to hold it together. You have time?"

Sheng Ling frowned: "Sheng Jue agrees?"

Then he said: "Let them send me the list, there is a high probability that they don't have time."

Rong Hui sighed and didn't force her: "Okay, when are you going home?"

Sheng Ling frowned: "Mom, I don't really want to go back."

The Sheng family is rushing to get close to him now, and they always want to push people around Sheng Ling. Sheng Ling can control his temper because of Rong Hui's face.

Rong Hui also knew about this situation, and she wanted to persuade Sheng Ling to find someone else, but she also felt that her words hurt her son's heart.Thinking of what happened to Yi Wulan, all he could do was sigh.

He kept the last few words in his mouth, and only asked Sheng Ling to pay attention to his body.

Sheng Ling agreed and hung up the phone.

He was still thinking about something, and he didn't care about the list sent by the Sheng family. In recent years, the Sheng family has not stretched out as much as before.After several times Sheng Ling directly took action to rectify it, he became more and more cautious.

Sheng Ling took care of the flowers first, and while watering the flowers, he repeatedly recalled the details of yesterday, but he had hallucinations so many times that even his memories were no longer reliable.

But there is one person.

The bartender named Ayu must know yesterday.

Sheng Ling took care of Hua and then went to feed the parrot. The parrot was kept in the house on the second floor. As soon as Sheng Ling entered the door, the parrot began to call: "Wu Lan, I love you, Wu Lan, I love you!"

Screaming hoarsely, Little Black Dou's eyes gleamed, hoping that his master would give him more food for the sake of his good performance.

Sheng Ling: ...

Although he had such a purpose in raising the parrot at the beginning, this parrot is too good.

After putting away the food and pouring the water, Sheng Ling picked up his mobile phone and looked at the list. He didn't plan to go. This kind of meeting is just a place for most people to network and gather resources.

Casually flipping through the list, Sheng Ling saw an unexpected name.

Yi Wulan.

The screen of the phone was turned off, and was quickly turned on again. Sheng Ling sent a text message to the person over there: "When will Sheng Jue arrive? Send me the time and place of the meeting."

It's been a long time since I saw the Sheng family, but I still have to meet them, so that they can have a long memory.

Yi Wulan got up the next day and ate breakfast slowly before going to Liujin Art Museum.

Sheng Jue had been waiting there for a long time, and Yi Wulan sat down, planning where to go skiing after soaking in the hot springs. He hadn't seen snow in China for a long time, and he hadn't done this sport for a long time, and even missed it.

Sheng Jue was still the same, chatting casually with Yi Wulan, and the topic inadvertently turned to Yi Wulan: "Designer Yi didn't want to find someone to live with? Or do you want to forget the past?"

Yi Wulan felt that the old fox had something to say, so he didn't answer at all: "It's my personal business."

It means that you shut up and don't try to ask something from me.

Sheng Jue, the old fox, narrowed his eyes: "I'm here to talk to Designer Yi about my experience. Young people always go the wrong way, so it's okay."

"As long as you still know how to go the other way."

Yi Wulan curled her lips into a smile, implying mockery: "It's an honor to be called a young man by Mr. Sheng."

The old man is really self-aware of his age.

"Hey, you,"

Yi Wulan walked directly to the meeting place, opened the door, and met Sheng Ling before walking a few steps.

Holding a glass of red wine, Sheng Ling looked back to see Yi Wulan, and calmly raised his glass in greeting: "Are you coming here too?"

Yi Wulan slightly raised her head and motioned for the glass of wine: "Can you still drink it?"

Sheng Ling was silent for a while, put down the wine as if nothing had happened: "I drank too much yesterday, accident, you,"

His heart was beating wildly, and he didn't even dare to look at Yi Wulan, since he hadn't seen him for a long time.

Yi Wulan snorted softly, he saw that Sheng Ling's ears were red.

Mr. Sheng Ling Sheng, who was a school bully in high school, beat restless people to the ground every day. Later, he learned to put on a layer of politeness, but now, his ears are red.

Yi Wulan: "Hmm..."

Sheng Ling explained seriously: "Usually I don't drink too much, but yesterday it did, by accident, I just keep this glass of red wine, I don't touch it."

Yi Wulan rolled his eyes, approached and called out: "Sheng Ling, are you nervous?"

"Your ears are red."

And it's not just red.

As soon as this sentence was said, the redness of Sheng Ling's ears spread, and he was nervous, even saying a word was excited and nervous.

Sheng Jue calmed down, walked out the door and saw the two of them here, seeing that the distance between them was not close, it was expected to be strange and awkward.

Sheng Jue laughed: "Nephew, aren't you free to come over? Why are you free again?"

Sheng Ling didn't even look at him: "Well, I think I'm free."

Sheng Jue had just been injured, and the old fox felt uncomfortable and insisted on picking things up: "Sheng Ling, I remember seeing that you had gray hair a while ago, and you were young enough to pay attention to your body, look at you wearing so much today, your face is a little red .”

Sheng Jue was not very convinced, he was a bit older than Yi Wulan, and Sheng Ling was a few years older than Yi Wulan.

The room among the three became quiet, Sheng Ling tilted his head, Yi Wulan suddenly laughed, looked at Sheng Ling again, waved his hand and walked down the stairs.

Sheng Ling looked at Yi Wulan's back and pursed his lips. Last night was true, and Yi Wulan was not his hallucination.

Sheng Ling wanted to calm himself down as much as possible, but there was no way. Ever since he woke up in the morning, he has been in a state of excitement, analyzing various possibilities in his mind.

Although reason told him that Yi Wulan was just doing it conveniently, she might not really forgive him.

Sheng Jue felt the subtle atmosphere between the two: "Nephew, you,"

Sheng Ling didn't even bother to deal with it: "Uncle, you'd better take care of yourself."

It was rare for Sheng Ling to call Uncle, so it sounded ironic no matter what he heard today.

Yi Wulan was quite happy at first, but when the exhibition was about to end, he ran into Xiang Jiuming.

Xiang Jiuming is much more mature than he was five years ago, but he still prefers floral ties, and looks for people everywhere as soon as he comes in. It seems that he came here specifically to block Yi Wulan.

Yi Wulan: ...

How can one or two go back to China without stopping?

Mr. Xiang found someone and came over: "You made a bet yesterday and thought I was talking nonsense, don't worry about it."

"Shall we have dinner together?"

"It's just across the street, just for a meal."

"Wulan, even if you don't agree to me, at least we are still partners."

Yi Wulan looked at Xiang Jiuming's sincere expression, and agreed anyway. There is indeed a cooperation project between the two.

For dinner, squirrel mandarin fish, garlic choy sum, roast duck and sweet soup are prepared, and the fruit after the meal is cherries.

Before I finished my meal, it started to rain again outside, Yi Wulan didn't drive, and the rain in summer didn't last very often.

Slowly eating fruit, waiting for the rain to stop.

Xiang Jiuming waited, and Yi Wulan asked him, "Are you okay?"

Shaking his head to Jiuming, he was planning to make a romantic remark as usual, but after thinking about it, it wasn't appropriate.

Generally speaking, the more you care about, the more you worry about gains and losses. Xiang Jiuming used to be able to say love words at his fingertips, but now he wants to be cautious in his words and deeds, for fear that people will run away accidentally.

"Eat slowly, there is more."

Xiang Jiuming asked someone to serve another pot of tea: "Where are you going to go next?"

"Huh?" Yi Wulan lazily said, "I haven't decided yet, anyway, I'm alone, so it's convenient to go anywhere."

Sheng Ling came out in the middle of the meeting. Before the exhibition was over, he stood on the second floor, looking at the works, and sometimes looked at Yi Wulan, but he didn't bother him.

Then he watched Xiang Jiuming come in, and then watched Yi Wulan leave with him.

What are the two going to do?Should be to eat.

Sheng Ling leaned against the wall, watching the hands on the watch turn.

Maybe they will go around together after dinner, and then Xiang Jiuming may live in Yi Wulan's house, which is not unusual, the two almost got together five years ago.

Just thinking about this scene, Sheng Ling felt that he was going crazy with jealousy.

He is not qualified to stop it, he is only qualified to be jealous.

When he came out, the people on the first floor were basically gone, only scattered people were still walking around.

Sheng Ling walked around, and he was already very familiar with some design works. In the past five years, he had almost understood all of Yi Wulan's design styles and works.

There are only a few items that he hasn't seen, which should be Yi Wulan's private collection.

It was raining outside, and Sheng Ling didn't bring an umbrella, so he didn't care too much.

After the Sheng family meeting was over, I didn't see anyone from Sheng Ling again, so I hurriedly asked people to go down to look for them, and waited to talk about things during the meal so that I could get some benefits, and finally saw people on the first floor.

"Hey, Mr. Sheng," the man hurriedly greeted.

Sheng Ling glanced back, and immediately ran into the rain.

The man's voice was pinched at the throat.

Sheng Ling ran outside stepping on the rain, and the string called reason ran through the first half of his life, and all his vigor was tied to this string, so that he would not go off the rails and go crazy.

But he doesn't want to care about it now, he wants to see Yi Wulan, don't bother, just want to see him.

He remembered the rain on the mountain road, when the car window fell, Yi Wulan held an umbrella and said to him with a light smile, "I'm here, Sheng Ling."

Sheng Ling thought, maybe I can go crazy once, really, I really want to see it.

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