Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

In the chilly early winter, Yi Wulan only wore a thin suit.

When he came out of the banquet, he went straight to this place - No. 232, Nanhua Road.

Holding a bunch of cold keys in his hand, it hurt him a little. Yi Wulan put his hands in his pockets, paused for a moment, and walked in. There were many things inside that needed to be cleaned.

Fortunately, daily necessities are mainly design drafts.

Sheng's mother called him a few days ago, and Yi Wulan knew that Sheng Ling was busy with an important military project these days and had no time to come back.

There is no one in the villa but it is not deserted. There are green plants and flowers everywhere. Where Yi Wulan usually works, there are scattered design drafts on the wall. Sometimes he designs elements that he is very satisfied with. stick.

Yi Wulan went to the kitchen first, he didn't eat much at the dinner party, and his hair was dizzy, and half of them fainted after cleaning up, so he was going to cook some porridge with seaweed and shrimp.

Cooking is a very troublesome thing, and it is not easy to do it, but Yi Wulan is talented in this aspect, and she is not bored.

He always remembers his mother's words, the gentle woman cooked soup for him in his teens, and said with a gentle smile: "Every family has its own special atmosphere and taste, which is not only composed of a few people's personalities, but also in many details. breath of life."

"For example, the taste of a bowl of soup."

Yi Wulan's fine white fingers scooped up half a spoonful of the special sauce with a silver spoon, put it in the pot and stirred gently, the dried shrimp and seaweed were wrapped in the warm rice, bursting out with a very fresh fragrance.

The porridge started bubbling and bubbling, Yi Wulan closed the lid and prepared to be bored for a while.

Walking to the room of the two of them on the second floor, he didn't bother to clean up the small items.

Just buy another place.

The clothes are the same, Yi Wulan turned around, only took a few manuscripts that were scribbled on the bedside, found a silver suitcase, and took a few silk shirts that she liked.

Downstairs is a studio that belongs exclusively to Yi Wulan.

Most of the design drafts inside were cleaned up last time, and this time I just need to take the rest away.

Yi Wulan walked in, opened a small cabinet, and there were many pictures of Sheng Ling in it.

Carefully sketched, carefully designed.

How many people outside begged Yi Wulan to draw, but Yi Wulan didn't even bother to move his pen.

Such a thick stack of portraits was carefully bundled and placed in the center of the cabinet.

Yi Wulan wanted to throw it away, but it didn't look good, and it's not elegant to throw the portrait into the trash.

It is best to burn these paintings, but unfortunately there is a smoke alarm in the house, so it is not necessary to take them out and burn them.

After thinking about it, he put it aside, it was all a lot of thought at the beginning, but now that he is awake, he just sighs, it turns out that feelings can prompt people to do such things without expecting anything in return.

If one day Sheng Ling saw these paintings, he would probably just laugh it off.

Simply close the cabinet, Yi Wulan dragged the box and locked the studio door.

The porridge with seaweed and shrimp has been boiled thick, and a bowl is filled, a spoonful of bald butter is piled on top, and then vinegar is poured on it.

There are very fresh shrimps in the sweet and soft porridge, seaweed is mixed in it to increase the taste level, and it is paired with a strong taste of crab paste. After drinking a bowl, Yi Wulan feels that his stomach feels better.

The mobile phone on the restaurant table was ringing. Yi Wulan walked over and saw that the phone number displayed on the screen was a series of numbers. The first three numbers, 081, were the number of the military department.

Hang up with a calm face.

Meng Tong's car was waiting outside 10 minutes ago, Yi Wulan packed a bowl of porridge for him, put the box on, put the key at the entrance, and closed the door without hesitation.

Yi Wulan didn't answer.

The next meeting was just 10 minutes away, and there was no room for Sheng Ling to stop.

Sheng Ling called Yin Song directly.

Yin Song was hating himself for being overwhelmed and impulsively called Sheng Ling.

If Yi Wulan was just talking in a moment of anger, he, an outsider, would really be desperate to provoke Sheng Ling's King of Hell at this moment? !

When receiving a call from Sheng Ling, Yin Song's voice was trembling: "Ling, Brother Ling, good evening."

Sheng Ling's tone was calm, and he was in control of the overall situation: "Help me with something, go to No. 232 Nanhua Road and see if there is anyone inside, and if Yi Wulan is there."

"If it's there, call me and I'll tell him."

Yin Song was stunned for a moment, then agreed: "No problem."

He hesitated again: "But, what if Yi Wulan is not on Nanhua Road...?"

Yin Song thought uncontrollably, what if Yi Wulan really wanted a divorce, what if Yi Wulan really decided to let go, what if Yi Wulan really stopped loving?

Sheng Ling's voice is very firm: "He must be here, Yin Song, Yi Wulan may not open the door for you. The first door is a combination lock, and the second door is a hollow iron door. You need a key. Let me tell you about the first door. The password of the door, if Yi Wulan doesn't open the second door for you, you stand at the door and call him."

He didn't believe that Yi Wulan really wanted to divorce him. Even if they divorced, he would definitely discuss it with him first, instead of notifying him after making a decision without authorization. He has always held absolute control over the relationship between the two.

Sheng Ling took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, only to realize that his hand holding the cigarette was shaking slightly.

It's an uncontrollable panic.

It's just a small conflict, the live broadcast... Maybe Yi Wulan got impatient with the camera and spoke angrily.

The director came out and patted Sheng Ling on the shoulder: "Xiao Ling, everyone inside is waiting."

Sheng Ling nodded slightly, returned to his cold appearance, opened the door and walked in.

Meng Tong asked Yi Wulan while driving the car: "Where are you going now? The studio? Or my home?"

Yi Wulan took her mobile phone and replied to the WeChat messages of various people, casually: "Go to my house in Beicheng."

Meng Tong responded, remembering something and asked: "By the way, the media has found out the identity of the woman surnamed Song. Her full name is Song Linlin. She is the illegitimate daughter of a branch of the Song family in Jiangcheng. What are you going to do?"

"My acquaintances in the media said that they had obtained first-hand interview materials. This woman has been stupid and poisonous since she was a child, and she went around seeking relatives. Because of jealousy, she even threw acid on her roommate. She was forced to expel her from school because of her vicious behavior."

The media in Jiangcheng has always been well-developed. Jiangcheng was the first city newspaper and evening newspaper to emerge in the country. There is no grievances and grievances of wealthy families that the Jiangcheng media dare not gossip about. Some media even cooperate with some wealthy families to hype.

The Sheng family avoided the media because of their military background and straight and tough style. Now the Song family, the media still dare to mess with it.

Anyway, what I'm talking about is facts with evidence, and you can't trouble me. Everyone reports like this, what can you do with me?

The operation is very good.

Yi Wulan let go of the phone and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Song?"

Meng Tong said "hmm": "What's wrong?"

Yi Wulan shook his head, thinking that the coincidence was too much, the surname of the trafficker was Song, and the surname of the woman who found fault was Song. He remembered that Sheng Ling had a good friend whose surname was also Song.

Yi Wulan thought about it for a while, and felt that she probably understood.

Smiling softly, he slowly resolved the others, as for this.

He said, "Let the media make these things known for her. Will she be punished for throwing acid?"

Meng Tong replied: "No, it was suppressed by the Song family, and it is said that they even threatened the victim."

Yi Wulan tapped the screen and said calmly, "That's easy."

Directly using Song Linlin's incident as an excuse to threaten the Song family's reputation, with the Song family's consistent style of action, they will definitely abandon this insignificant junior to quell the incident and preserve their reputation.

Ms. Song Linlin, who is much stupider and worse than normal people, probably will inevitably end up in prison.

When Yin Song arrived at No. 232, Nanhua Road, it was already late at night. He came out in a hurry and only wore a light coat, so he could only wrap the coat tightly around his body while running to the place tremblingly. .

When we got there, the whole villa was pitch black.

Yin Song knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Thinking of Sheng Ling's entrustment, he opened the first door with the password, but the second door was not closed, Yin Song's heart skipped a beat, Yi Wulan must have moved.

He went in and turned on the light, and saw that there were still items in the villa. After walking a few steps closer, he smelled the aroma of food, very delicious shrimp porridge.

Yin Song was completely relieved, Yi Wulan was still thinking about cooking porridge, it seemed that he did not move.

He hurriedly called Sheng Ling, and waited for the call to connect, impatiently: "I came to the villa, and Yi Wulan wasn't there, but he cooked a pot of porridge, and I touched it, and it was still hot, and everything in the villa was also there."

Standing in the howling cold wind, Sheng Ling breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

Sheng Ling's voice was low, and there was a trace of relaxation in his fatigue, he just said: "Leave the porridge, you can go."

He guessed that Yi Wulan had gone to the studio, after all, there were two days before the competition.

Yin Song, who had already filled a bowl and drank several sips: ...?

Yin Song couldn't help cursing Sheng Ling in his heart, but in reality he still put down the porridge bowl, looked at the porridge with only one layer of bottom in the pot, and pretended nothing happened: "Okay, I'll help you put the porridge in the refrigerator. "

Sheng Ling gave a faint "hmm".

Yin Song slandered wildly. He was almost sure that Sheng Ling was on his mind now, but he just pretended not to care.

Mensao!

Let's see how you coax your daughter-in-law when you come back.

Rao Yin Song didn't expect that Yi Wulan really decided to divorce, so he moved a few hours ago. He only took away the most important things in the villa, and kept everything that was not important.

Yi Wulan discarded those unimportant items, just like he completely decided to abandon Sheng Ling.

The author has something to say: Sheng Ling didn't know that not only was there only one mouthful of porridge left, but his wife also ran away completely, and the serial Shura field was waiting for him to enter.

awful! (Dan Tao is so happy

Tian Xing Tao, no [heart] (I'm here, I'm here, I'm stuck today, so I'm late

Thanks to the little cute Bai Huai, Duan Ming, Cheng Chen, and Chloe for helping Lan with the divorce fee

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