Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Sheng Ling's younger uncle, Sheng Jue, was the first person in the Sheng family to do business. He took the high-end route. Whether it was a hospital, an art gallery or a restaurant, the barriers to entry were very high.

The word Liujin perfectly interprets Sheng Jue's business style.

Sheng Jue waved his secretary to go out first, walked up to Yi Wulan, handed him the prize, and looked him up very closely.

"Yi Wulan?"

Yi Wulan nodded leisurely.

Sheng Jue: "Do you know why I asked to see you?"

Yi Wulan was very calm from the beginning to the end: "Because of my relationship with Sheng Ling."

Sheng Jue sneered: "Yes, Sheng Ling is my nephew. I understand him very well. He doesn't understand love in the world, just like he doesn't understand these works of art."

"He treats love as a career, but he is stupid and doesn't know it."

"So, I really want to know what kind of person his marriage partner is."

After Sheng Jue finished speaking, he looked at Yi Wulan with great interest: "I know why you came today, for the workshop, right?"

Yi Wulan didn't answer his question. Instead, he looked around at the dazzling artworks and said indifferently: "Liujin Art Museum, hospital and a series of industries have always followed the high-end route, but they have no godhead."

"Does Mr. Sheng know why?"

Going straight to the core, he immediately cut Sheng Jue's lifeblood, and almost immediately took the initiative of the conversation in his hands.

The expression on Sheng Jue's face restrained a little, and before he could speak, Yi Wulan continued, "Because of the godhead, it doesn't matter if the rich, powerful, and celebrities admit it. OK."

"Boss Sheng looks down on ordinary people, but only ordinary people can give you the godhead you desperately want."

Yi Wulan withdrew his gaze from looking around these works of art, and the emotion in his eyes was tinged with sarcasm: "Sarcasm? The person Mr. Sheng looks down on just holds what you want most."

Every piece of art in Liujin Art Museum has a rich history and exquisite appearance, but it is unknown, hidden here, will always be of potential value.

Yi Wulan curled her lips and looked directly at Sheng Jue: "Since Boss Sheng knows my purpose, I won't waste any more time."

"I can give you this opportunity to create a godhead, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Jue's eyes were heavy, and he laughed out loud, "What if you don't succeed?"

Yi Wulan didn't take it seriously: "If it doesn't succeed, it will be the failure of Mr. Sheng's investment."

"It's impossible for a person to succeed in investing forever, right?"

Li Fugui kept lying in his heart, he had never seen Yi Wulan talk about business, it turned out to be this style.

He quietly raised his wrist to take a look, and only 3 minutes had passed.

And Sheng Jue was visibly shaken.

Sure enough, within a minute, Sheng Jue said, "I'll ask the lawyer to draw up the terms and sign the contract today."

Then he turned and walked out the door.

Yi Wulan wasn't surprised at all, he always went straight to the point and never did anything he wasn't sure about.He was half sure of winning this conversation, and the other half was because Sheng Jue didn't come today.

But Sheng Jue didn't come, he also had an alternative production studio to choose.

Even the speed of signing the contract was extremely fast. Within half an hour, after discussing all the details, they signed the contract directly.

When Sheng Jue signed, there was a cold look in his eyes, and he still asked Yi Wulan: "Few people know the pain and disadvantages of Liujin, did Sheng Ling tell you?"

Yi Wulan put down the pen after signing, and smiled: "Let's do whatever Sheng thinks it is."

Sheng Jue didn't care if he didn't get an answer, and changed the topic: "After signing the contract, I will make an official announcement on the Internet today. In order to expand the popularity of Liujin, the promotion part will use some of Designer Yi's fame. Does Designer Yi mind?"

Yi Wulan is very popular on the Internet now, and all conflicts point to him, like cooking oil in a raging fire, boiling at high temperature.

Yi Wulan nodded and said it was all right.

After signing the contract, take the documents and leave directly.

The confidantes who followed Sheng Jue were all surprised at this speed, bent down and asked Sheng Jue: "Boss...is this Mr. Xiao Sheng's partner? Do you want to sign a contract with him for Mr. Sheng's sake? Would it be too much?" ,too,"

It's so casual.

This contract means that the publicity plan in recent months will focus on Yi Wulan, and the overall style of the company will change accordingly.

Looking at Yi Wulan's walking figure, Sheng Jue hummed for some unknown reason.

He had a hunch, he picked the right guy.

His good nephew Sheng Ling, my friend.

It wasn't until they got out of the gate of Liujin Art Museum and the two sat in the car that Li Fugui regained his composure.

Li Fugui followed Yi Wulan and whispered, "You're playing too big."

They directly signed a VAM agreement with Liujin Art Museum. Although Yi Wulan could definitely afford the compensation, it was still a huge sum of money!

Yi Wulan drove the car noncommittal.

Li Fugui remembered something wrong: "Then why did you call me here today?"

Yi Wulan curled her lips: "Aren't you worried about me? Let you see if I'm worth worrying about."

Li Fugui was suddenly warmed up, stroked his little heart, turned on the phone and decided to suppress his shock.

Brush for ten minutes

Then I saw that Liujin Art Museum had issued an official announcement of cooperation with Yi Wulan.

Sheng Jue accepted the interview in a faceless form, expressing that he was looking forward to this cooperation.

And bought Hot Search.

There was a lot of noise downstairs, and the fans of the navy and passers-by were all mixed together——

"Is that the Liu Jin who is so expensive?"

"Why is it Yi Wulan again?"

"One thing to say, Yi Wulan can cooperate with Liujin very well."

"Lan Lanchong ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Wow, what a likable person, everyone loves him"

"So who is Yi Wulan with, Xiang Jiuming? Xue Qiu? Sheng Ling? Or the owner of Liujin Art Museum? Also with the surname Sheng?"

"No, they are all surnamed Sheng, gentlemen, allow me to make a conspiracy theory."

"I'm so shocked!"

Li Fugui quietly looked at Yi Wulan who was beside him with a calm face, and couldn't help sighing——

ah!What a bloody man!

Sheng Ling was spilled coffee all over during the meeting today.

The personnel department recruited a new secretary, a young girl who just graduated from a prestigious school with a pretty face, but it may be because the domineering president has read too many novels, so she stepped on high heels and poured a cup of coffee on Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling endured his seizures on the spot, went back to the office to check, and found that the girl who had just been recruited was forced in by relatives from the Sheng family, and she pretended to help Sheng Ling with business affairs.

Considering that his mother was about to hold a birthday party, Sheng Ling didn't have a problem at the company, so he always had to clean up early and late.

But this anger was quickly ignited when he saw the news about Sheng Jue.

Sheng Ling and Sheng Jue didn't deal with each other. Logically speaking, there was a full ten-year age difference between them. It was originally a relationship between well water and river water, but they just didn't deal with each other.

He and Sheng Ling and Xiang Jiuming did not deal with media exaggerations for the sake of gimmicks. The two were completely disgusted with each other. Since Sheng Ling was five years old, he had never said a word to this uncle except what was necessary.

It is an intuition-led disgust from the soul.

But now, Sheng Jue said to the media in his usual calm and greasy voice: "I am looking forward to the cooperation with Wulan. I am very optimistic about Wulan's strength, and I also like Wulan's character."

One mouthful and one Wulan, with a rose in the pocket of the suit, the meaning in the words was ambiguous.

Veins popped out of Sheng Ling's hand holding the document, and his face was still calm like usual.

Yi Wulan is his, this is almost a belief engraved in Sheng Ling's subconscious.

Perhaps even Sheng Ling didn't realize that he is now like a lion whose territory has been violated, full of sharp hostility and unsatisfied possessiveness.

Special assistant Xu has been working with Sheng Ling for several years. This is the third time he has seen Sheng Ling so angry. The previous time, a subordinate in Sheng Ling's underground industry broke the rules. Sheng Ling didn't turn his head back. Towed out.

this time……

Xu Te, who thought it was the Sheng family who angered Sheng Ling, recited a sentence of Buddha, so he could only persuade the group of people to ask for blessings.

Special Assistant Xu pinched the corner of the file excitedly and asked, "Mr. Sheng, are you going back to the old house of the Sheng family now?"

The people in the old house of the Sheng family were stupid and vicious, none of the people who followed Sheng Ling liked them, and they had nothing to do but stretched out their arms.

In recent years, Sheng Ling chopped off the "hands" of a few people who stretched out in warning, but he still couldn't control the minds of those people. Sheng Ling guessed that the friendship between his parents had never made a move.

The group of them who followed Sheng Ling couldn't add much to Mr. Sheng's family affairs, so they had to wait for the day when Sheng Ling couldn't take it anymore and took action to rectify it.

Sheng Ling signed his name smoothly, and Ling's signature was so strong that it penetrated the back of the paper, and the last stroke was almost irrepressibly sharp.

Sheng Ling threw the pen on the table casually: "Don't go back to the old house, go back to Nanhua Road."

Special assistant Xu was stunned for a moment, not going back to the old house?

He thought that with Sheng Ling's current anger, he would directly go back to the old house to punish those people.

However, he soon realized that he had overstepped the rules. Sheng Ling didn't particularly like people to figure out his thoughts. Be in awe.

Thinking of this, Assistant Hutt immediately stopped thinking and told the driver to come over.

Sheng Ling took the car keys and said softly, "Don't be alarmed, the Sheng family will clean up, it's just a matter of time."

"Also, don't call the driver, I'll go back by myself."

The whole journey was fast and fast, and when I went back, it was just in time for dinner.

When Sheng Ling walked into the restaurant, he happened to meet Yi Wulan holding a spoon at the dining table, hesitating about how to arrange the plate.

With a spoon in his white wrist, he scooped up chocolate sauce and drew on the white porcelain plate. His hands were extremely steady, and he bent slightly. The large knitted sweater fell down, and a large piece of white skin could almost be seen.

The fresh scent of chicken soup floats in the air, mixed with the taste of stir-fried seasonal vegetables and sweet desserts. It is warm and warm, and the strong vitality almost blows over the face.

Yi Wulan didn't raise her head, she said casually, "Why are you back so early today?"

Sheng Ling raised his eyebrows, directly held the person in his arms, buried his head, his teeth were grinding against the skin on Yi Wulan's shoulders, forcibly suppressed his emotions, and said in a low hoarse voice: "Yi Wulan, you are really good at recruiting people." , first Xiang Jiuming, then Xue Qiu, and now Sheng Jue, so recruiting."

Yi Wulan was taken by him suddenly, and the silver spoon filled with chocolate sauce knocked over his wrist.

Subconsciously, she wanted to break free from Sheng Ling's embrace, but instead she was held tighter.

Sheng Ling smiled lowly: "What are you running for?"

He grabbed Yi Wulan's waist with one hand, restrained Yi Wulan's wrist with the other, and rubbed his fingers on the chocolate-stained wrist.

The unknown fire just now has been relieved when Yi Wulan was taken into his arms.

But it's not enough, I have to pass it in the morning, but it's not enough.

Yi Wulan didn't want to break free. Sheng Ling had been in the army in his early years, and his skills were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He raised his head in Sheng Ling's arms, with seductive arcs at the end of his eyes, and an extremely cold and glamorous expression, saying it was not to appease: "Sheng Ling, you know that it was all fabricated by the media."

Sheng Ling laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes, but possessiveness that was on the verge of burning, and a storm rolled up in his dark eyes: "Yi Wulan, you clearly know what I mean."

Yi Wulan was uncontrollably brought to the sofa, and her whole body was bent down.

"Yi Wulan, one and two said they appreciate your talent and like your temperament."

"Do they know you're such a flea in bed?"

Sheng Ling asked him with a low smile while exerting his strength, "Do you know?"

Yi Wulan could hardly bear it, so she could only grab onto the man's shoulders and follow along.

Yi Wulan only made intermittent voices this time, and she didn't call out Sheng Ling's name.

Not a word.

Now that you decide to leave, you have to get used to it and completely remove this person.

Thoroughly, gouged out.

When the night falls, the lights in the city are lit up one by one.

Sheng Ling tossed and tossed for a long time before he finally felt satisfied. He wrapped Yi Wulan completely, pinched Yi Wulan's fingers, and pinched them one by one.

Yi Wulan moved her hand slightly: "Everything is boring?"

Sheng Ling was in a better mood, and Yi Wulan was rarely obedient. If he did this in the past, Yi Wulan would definitely use his hands and mouth, and he would not stop until he caught the blood.

It's just that that little bit of strength is nothing to Sheng Ling.At best, it's love-interest.

Yi Wulan lazily turned over and pressed her forehead against Sheng Ling's body: "The soup is cold."

Sheng Ling's phone was vibrating all the time, Sheng Ling picked it up to look at it and threw it aside, got up and made a cup of wolfberry tea for Yi Wulan, and then went to heat up chicken soup.

Sheng Ling has a very picky taste, he has a keen sense of smell and taste, and he doesn't even bother to drink the slightly fishy soup.

In the past, he was in the army, he was on missions for many years and could not take care of his life, and his appetite was spoiled at that time, but for Sheng Ling, these were minor problems, and the slight physical pain was not unbearable.

But Yi Wulan pays attention to this aspect.

Soups are made from time to time, such as fresh and sweet pork rib soup, rich and nourishing chicken soup, or some stewed sweet soup.

Yi Wulan was impatient with cooking, but she was careful with Sheng Ling. The soup was stewed deliciously without a trace of fishy smell.

Sometimes when the mood comes, I will put some seasonal flowers in it.

Sheng Ling heated up the chicken soup and took a sip.

The chicken is stewed lightly, and it peels off from the bone. The meat is crispy in the mouth, and the warm soup tastes in the mouth, and the vitality and delicious taste are swallowed together.

When the soup was brought out, Yi Wulan had already entered the bathroom.

Sheng Ling cleaned up the chocolate sauce that was spilled on the table, and when he went to the living room to get his phone, he saw the flowers on the window sill, and there were a few hibiscus flowers on the window sill that were withered, so he picked up another one.

When Yi Wulan came out, Sheng Ling took the tablet to handle some business affairs. He had a position in the military department with a high rank and few affairs, but everything was important.

This position is a recognition of his ability and family background.

The phone rang several times, and Sheng Ling was about to pick it up to look at it, when Yi Wulan came out.

A loose white sweater with soft home pants underneath.

Her face was reddened by the hot water, and her black hair was still dripping with water. Yi Wulan took a large towel in one hand and wiped it casually, her eyes were pensive, as if she was thinking about something.

Sheng Ling turned off the tablet: "What are you thinking?"

Yi Wulan came back to his senses: "I was wondering if you would help me invite Master Dong to teach me how to draw flowers."

Master Dong's full name is Dong Hua. He is 66 years old this year. He is a good painter.

However, the Sheng family and the Dong family had some friendship, Sheng Ling might not be able to ask Dong Hua to paint, but it would not be difficult to ask Dong Hua to teach someone to do painting for a few days.

Sheng Ling raised his eyebrows: "A pheromone perfume project?"

Yi Wulan's skills are already good, and the only thing that can make him so interested in learning how to paint flowers is the pheromone perfume competition that will be held soon.

Sheng Ling had a half-smile, playful: "Yi Wulan, are you using my favor to help Xiang Jiuming with a project?"

He didn't want to be angry about such a trivial matter, he just wanted to tease Yi Wulan, but unfortunately Yi Wulan wasn't angry at all, instead he asked lazily, "Can you help me?"

Yi Wulan has known Sheng Ling for ten years, and has never asked Sheng Ling for anything.

Sheng Ling was quite surprised that he would speak this time, he looked at Yi Wulan's posture under the light, his skin was so fair that it was cold, but the reddish color on his face and lips had two excellent colors, everything was as usual, pleasing to the eye.

The corner of Sheng Ling's mouth raised a little: "Of course."

He was not stingy with helping Yi Wulan, but Yi Wulan never opened his mouth, and it was not easy for him to interfere. It is a good thing that Yi Wulan is willing to speak now.

The two got what they needed and were happy.

The two of them were chatting here, and Sheng Ling's phone vibrated several times, and the screen on the table turned on and off, and it was a message from one person——

Unknown number: Sheng Ling, I'm Shu Linqing.

Unknown Number: Long time no see.

Unknown number: I heard that my aunt is going to hold a birthday party. Because the time cannot be negotiated, I can’t be there in person. I would like to say sorry in advance, and I hope I can bring my apology. Thank you aunt for what happened back then.

Unknown number: I will return to China after a while, I hope my aunt will allow me to come to thank you.

……

Sheng Ling agreed to Yi Wulan's request, drank a few sips of soup, and remembered: "My mother is going to hold a birthday party in two days, she hopes you will attend, and take some photos with her."

Sheng Ling's mother, Ms. Ronghui, has always liked Yi Wulan very much. This time, she saw a group of people on the Internet arrange Yi Wulan like that, and she felt very sorry, and knew that the two of them didn't want to make it public.

I just wanted to let Yi Wulan attend the birthday party, take a few photos together, and crush some rumors.

Yi Wulan understood it after thinking about it for a while, but since he had decided to divorce after a while when he was ready, how could he take a photo with Sheng Ling's mother at this time.

The words of refusal just came to his lips.

She was interrupted by Sheng Ling: "My mother said, if you don't go, half of her interest in holding a birthday party will be lost."

Yi Wulan sighed inwardly, but complied anyway.

The author has something to say: Tsk, Sheng Ling is so angry now, I am afraid that he will explode in anger later

The promised double is more in one, chirping all the cuties! !

晚安。感谢在2020-01-0500:14:59~2020-01-0600:13:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Qiantanle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!