Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

In the venue illuminated by lights, Yi Wulan sat under the stage, watching the models walking by on the stage.

The design of this show was mainly created by him and Bao Rui. Facts have proved that after the two joined forces, both the market and the sense of design were taken into consideration.

Once the headlights on the stage were turned on, it was as beautiful as a fairyland.

"Will you go up and speak later?" Bao Rui asked Yi Wulan, crossing his legs.

Bao Rui is very proud today, foreign brands have suppressed him for so long, this time it can be regarded as a comeback.

Yi Wulan looked at the stage and let out a "hmm".

Bao Rui asked him again: "Why haven't I seen you in this period of time?"

The show in the stands has come to the end, Yi Wulan got up and straightened his collar: "I'm going to do something big."

Bao Rui:? ? ?

What's the big deal? ? ?

"It's a great pleasure for everyone to come to this event, thank you."

Yi Wulan bowed deeply.

"The next thing to say may be a bit beyond everyone's expectations," Yi Wulan pressed the electronic pen in his hand.

The LCD screen at the back changed, and a list appeared, or half of the list.

Yi Wulan's voice was very calm: "I'm sorry for using the catwalk venue. Ten years ago, Mr. Lin passed away. It was rumored that he left a list. This list contained blood and tears. Find this list."

"I, Yi Wulan, hereby pledge my personal reputation and life. The list in my hand is true."

"Ten years ago, the list was handed over to me as a child through various channels. Now, the time is ripe, and it's time for the truth to be revealed to the world."

The venue was silent at first, and before they had time to express their thoughts, everyone's mobile phones rang.

Everyone, took out their mobile phones and saw that there was an extra text message in the text message.

It was a high-definition picture of the half of the list on the screen.

Zoom in, the names above all look familiar, but these names are all...

Many people looked up in horror.

Yi Wulan curled her lips and smiled: "It will be deleted, so I sent a copy to everyone."

Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion of discussions. Anyone who had access to the Internet knew about the incident ten years ago. Discuss this.

This list is Pandora's Box.

If there is such a list, the magic box can no longer be closed after it is released.

Crazy, Bao Rui stood up, looked at Yi Wulan in a daze, and felt that the world was crazy.

A group of reporters hugged Yi Wulan and walked towards the door, this time they didn't dare to push and push.

At the door, there were more nearby reporters who had just learned the news, and they were no longer Yu Ji.

"Excuse me," the male reporter with glasses said with a dry voice, "Where did your list come from?"

Yi Wulan hung his hands down, with a half-smile: "My mother, she is dead."

"In order to cover up the list, she chose to commit suicide."

Another reporter asked: "How can you be sure that your list is real, and if it is fake?"

Yi Wulan: "I don't need to make sure, the relevant departments will prove it for me.

"Step aside!"

The crowd pushed and pushed, and one person jumped on Yi Wulan's body.

A splash of blood splashed out, and under countless shots, some people panicked, some looked blank, not knowing what happened, the blood slowly overflowed, wet their clothes, and fell onto the steps.

"Yi Wulan, do you want to die?"

Sheng Ling raised his head and growled, the two looked at each other under so many people's gaze.

"Yeah, I don't want to die."

Yi Wulan reached out to caress Sheng Ling's pale face, still smiling.

"Quick, quick, get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

"The scene is blocked, everyone leaves!"

……

The ambulance roared towards this side, and the scene was in chaos. The last scene captured by the camera was Sheng Ling being sent into the ambulance. Yi Wulan, wrapped in a blood-stained coat, supported him, and looked back as he boarded the car.

The whole network exploded.

The place where Sheng Ling was injured was the abdomen, and the medical staff installed equipment in the car.

Yi Wulan sat on the stool, right next to Sheng Ling, with his hands folded and his eyes half downcast, looking very well-behaved.

Sheng Ling asked him, "Are you happy?"

Yi Wulan pursed a smile: "Happy."

"Fortunately, I divorced you, otherwise if you are unlucky this time, I might become a widow."

There is still time to joke, it seems to be really happy.

The people next to Sheng Ling looked at me and I looked at you. They lowered their heads and didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Sheng Ling asked him, "Isn't it good to be a widow?"

Yi Wulan took it for granted: "Lonely."

"I need 0611 to accompany me when I play games. What can I do without a husband?"

The vest was torn off without mercy.

Sheng Ling: "... When did you find out?"

He used a voice changer and didn't find it obvious.

Yi Wulan raised her lips symbolically: "You ask me if someone is willing to die for me, will I fall in love with him?"

Except for Sheng Ling who might have noticed the truth, who would say this?

What's more, Yi Wulan had listened to that tone for ten years.

Sheng Ling moved his hands, wanting to smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't do it given the way he is lying down now: "You didn't answer me back then, would you fall in love with me?"

Yi Wulan finally raised his eyes: "No."

"Sheng Ling, this matter is over, I will fall in love, and maybe find someone to live a good life."

Hiss, really cruel.

Several people watching looked at each other.

Apart from his pale face, Sheng Ling continued to say, "Could that person be me?"

The so-called losing face for the sake of chasing after a wife is probably the case.

Yi Wulan laughed, and gave a short laugh, then retracted: "Impossible."

"Cough cough cough," Sheng Ling continued to ask, "Then who are you going to find?"

Yi Wulan: "I told you, Xiang Jiuming."

Sheng Ling simply gave up his shame: "You might as well find me, he is neither richer nor older than me, and I can memorize art history. If you don't believe me, Shakespeare is..."

Yi Wulan: "Shut up."

Sheng Ling: "Oh."

"He's really not as old as me, I've seen him before."

Bystanders: ...?You have to show some face, aren't we spectators human?

When he was about to arrive at the hospital, Sheng Ling couldn't stop laughing, hissing while laughing.

His injury is not serious. If it was decades ago, this injury may not be curable.

But so what?

He protected Rose from getting hurt, and Yi Wulan's life should be much smoother from now on.

Yi Wulan's tense posture also relaxed, leaning against the car wall showing a trace of joyful fatigue.

For the few people in the ambulance, the atmosphere was quite relaxed, but it was different outside.

There are all kinds of guesses and comments, and the half of the list released by Yi Wulan is constantly circulating on the Internet.

The picture here is hanging, and more pictures are popping up over there.

Some people bluntly said that they have already memorized all the names in the pictures, unless they can clear everyone's minds.

There were also those who scolded Yi Wulan on the Internet, and they were hammered on the ground before they could make much noise.

Ruoyi Wulan's mother really passed away because of this list, and those who said this have no heart.

There are also speculations about Sheng Ling's relationship with Yi Wulan, which is not a mainstream discussion point.

More talk centered on the evidence.

If you want to prove the correctness of this list, you need evidence.

A week later, Yi Wulan was sitting in the interrogation room, facing Sheng Ling and an old man.

There are several people sitting by the monitor.

It will be delayed until now, because Yi Wulan only accepts Sheng Ling's inquiries.

It's not because he has any thoughts about Sheng Ling, it's purely because even if Yi Wulan is interrogated by someone else, he still has to cooperate with Sheng Ling in finishing the work.

There is still some evidence that Sheng Ling needs to provide, so it has been delayed until now.

The old man dimmed the lights and said, "Let's get started."

The tone is very gentle.

The Mr. Lin who died ten years ago is the descendant of this old man. It is said that the old man turned white overnight.

Yi Wulan lowered her eyes: "Where should I start? Let's start with Liang Fei's phone call..."

Yi Wulan always knew that his mother had left something for him, but he never knew what it was. A secret can only be called a secret if it is hidden until no one knows it.

Mother Yi is soft and kind by nature, which may be the most meticulous thing she does.

Liang Fei reminisced about the past on the phone that day, mentioned childhood games, and said that the two always liked to stuff candy behind the photo frame.

"I'm going back to China, can I bring rose candy to Lanlan?"

Liang Fei was talking about rose sugar, but Yi Wulan was thinking about photo frames.

But that was obviously not the right time.

Yi Wulan and Sheng Ling were too close, and Sheng Ling didn't shy away from him when he was working, only a few words and the documents on the table, the word list caught Yi Wulan's eyes.

He remembered the two words list very deeply.

So on the night of the charity party, Yi Wulan went back to Yi's house, took away her mother's portrait, and actually found the two candy wrappers inside.

One is the list and the other is the encoding.

He asked Sheng Ling that night, do you like roses?

It's about your own love, and it's also about your credibility.

But in the end, Sheng Ling didn't win Yi Wulan's trust. If Yi Wulan's guess was right, it would be a big deal.

And the person who has been in love for ten years has a heart of stone, and may not even be able to protect him.

Yi Wulan said eloquently: "Actually, I made up those who were followed. No one noticed me. My mother committed suicide for love at the time. It was reasonable and reasonable. No one cared about the suicide of such a woman who always stayed at home."

"The reason why I have not handed over this list is that the first is that I want to find evidence to confirm the list, and the second is that I am wondering who should hand over this list."

Only by handing it over to someone can he survive.

Schrödinger's standpoint, whoever chooses to hand over, the success rate is zero percent and 100 percent.

Before Yi Wulan was the question of life or death.

"The matter is so important, I can only rule out the positions one by one. At that time, I and Sheng Ling divorced, Liang Fei returned to China, and all the ghosts and ghosts were revealed. It was very convenient to rule out."

Sheng Ling guessed what happened next: "You chose me through Rao Yi."

"Yes."

The old man stopped writing and asked him: "How did you find out that Rao Yi has a problem?"

Yi Wulan raised his eyes and smiled, "I said that day, his acting skills are too clumsy, and his purpose is obvious."

Maybe it's because they don't regard Yi Wulan as an opponent.

In fact, there are still risks in choosing Sheng Ling, but Yi Wulan can't wait any longer. The longer this list is in his hands, the greater the risk of being exposed.

He lives in seclusion, and looks like he doesn't care about everything.

Pick a good day and auspicious day to plan a catwalk, make all the preparations, and go to the battlefield generously.

"Last question, where is the evidence?"

Yi Wulan looked at Sheng Ling: "I gave it to you very early."

Sheng Ling's nib paused.

Yi Wulan said: "Cufflinks, remember? The pair of cufflinks I gave you."

On the day when Yi's mother jumped off the building, it was normal during the day. She called Yi Wulan to her room and changed Yi Wulan into a new set of clothes, a white shirt and black trousers.

Yi's mother's eyes were like crescent moons: "Oh, we Wulan are so handsome, and we are the most handsome little guy in formal clothes."

"Wu Lan will also be a designer in the future, how wonderful it is to live a romantic and poetic life."

At that time, Yi Wulan saw that her mother's eyes were full of deep black swirls, but there was a flame in the deepest part.

He thought his mother had a new design idea.

Designers are always like this, when they have inspiration, they are like a burning flame.

Yi's mother gave Yi Wulan a painting, and hugged Yi Wulan tightly: "Wulan, mom loves you so much, you have to live your own life well."

Yi Wulan always thought that her mother committed suicide because of love. After going around for ten years, Yi Wulan realized that her mother had put all the truth beside Yi Wulan as a designer, and hid all her love in one place. A painting full of stars.

When Sheng Ling asked Yi Wulan if he wanted to get married, Yi Wulan took part of the starry sky and made it into cufflinks and gave it to Sheng Ling.

Take the meaning of the stars falling on you in the sky.

It coincides with Yi's mother.

Sheng Ling looked at Yi Wulan without taking his eyes off it, as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Outside the monitor, a few people familiar with Sheng Ling frowned.

I was taught a sentence: "Concentrate."

Yi Wulan didn't care about these things: "The code is on that painting, which is painted in a pot of roses at No. 232 Nanhua Road."

"It should be up to you to decode."

Within half an hour, the painting was delivered and the old man successfully decoded it.

Very close to Jiangcheng, in the gutter of a village under control, in the mud.

The old man took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, stood up and bowed to Yi Wulan: "Thank you, and thank you mother, thank you." Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes under the light.

Yi Wulan said flatly, "I should do it."

For those who are desperate to protect this list.

The next step is to search for evidence and various investigations.

Yi Wulan did what he should do, and lived here to protect his safety.

Eat and live with these people every day.

Before a thorough investigation, Yi Wulan was not allowed to use communication equipment, and if he was bored, someone would ask him to play cards.

Then he was defeated by Yi Wulan.

Crowd: ? ? ?

Those who knew hit the heads of this group of fools: "People who have kept the list for so long, can you people with well-developed limbs and lack of brains be able to compare?"

The personnel affairs here are simple, they eat and sleep every day, and there are foolish people queuing up to lose money to Yi Wulan.

Too comfortable.

One day at the end of June, Xiao Xu's face was covered with white stripes, and he looked at Yi Wulan in surprise with the cards in his hand: "Impossible! Are you cheating, obviously?"

Someone slapped him on the forehead: "How dare you yell loudly about gambling!"

"Ling, Brother Ling!"

A group of onlookers scattered in an instant.

Sheng Ling stretched out a hand: "The results are over, we can go out."

Yi Wulan ignored his hand, patted the ashes on his trouser legs, and stood up by himself.

The two stood at the door waiting for the car, Sheng Ling handed the phone to Yi Wulan, and smoked a cigarette himself.

Yi Wulan held the phone: "Aren't you angry that I treat you like a pawn?"

Looking at Sheng Ling's information, using Sheng Ling to anger Liang Fei, knowing what Rao Yi is but trying to test Sheng Ling, and in the end, either he was injured or Sheng Ling blocked the gun.

Sheng Ling said softly, "I voluntarily."

"Oh."

Sheng Ling: "Oh, what do you mean?"

Yi Wu put the phone back in his pocket as if nothing had happened: "It just means that I won't love you anymore."

Sheng Ling laughed at himself: "Thank you for the pair of cufflinks."

Yi Wulan leaned lazily, the matter was settled, he was in the mood to care about something else: "Do you really love me?"

Sheng Ling paused for a moment, and said "Hum".

Yi Wulan felt so refreshed when he heard this sound, he cooperated with the resolution of the matter, which made him feel comfortable even under the scorching sun in June.

Yi Wulan glanced at Sheng Ling: "Then you will have to bear it."

To be honest, now that Yi Wulan has come out completely, she is sure that she is against Sheng Ling.

Well, I'm quite satisfied with the figure.

After all, he used to be the man he fell in love with, and it was too miserable for him to be worthless.

The car is coming from afar.

Yi Wulan waved and got into the car.

Leave all winter's blues behind you.

Yi Wulan used to be unable to let go of death, and the hurdle of life and death was difficult to cross. Once the thought came up, a hundred thoughts arose. When the obsession was placed on Sheng Ling's body, it grew into a thorn and sank deep into her own flesh.

Now the truth is revealed, he is a good young man who can even overcome the barrier of life and death, what else can't he overcome?

After all, the biggest unknown is death.

Xiang Jiuming picked up Yi Wulan at the airport.

I couldn't believe it at all that I was turned into a regular.

Qin Qin put on Yi Wulan's coat, handed him a cup of hot coffee, and couldn't believe it when he got in the car: "I've just become a regular? Really? Don't you think I'm not pure?"

After that big case came to an end, Yi Wulan is now a national male god.

The previous character set was a beautiful artist who was trapped by love and infatuated.

Now he is a fragile, strong and beautiful artist with deep secrets.

Your taste, your fine taste!

Very heartbreaking!

Xiang Jiuming smiled while reading Weibo comments: "You are really able to make your debut now, they are going to blow you up into a fairy."

"Can't get out? My company's top resources are piled up for you."

Yi Wulan stretched out his hand.

Xiang Jiuming: "What?"

Yi Wulan moved closer, his smiling eyes curled up: "Rose."

"You said, bring me roses next time we meet."

Xiang Jiuming thought, who can stand up to Yi Wulan now?

Anyway, he can't.

The two went to clean up the house first, and Yi Wulan returned the rented house from Jiangcheng University, but the things hadn't been cleared yet.

Originally, he was planning to pay a few more months of rent, but the landlord was unwilling to accept it. Yi Wulan is now equivalent to a dragon-slaying warrior and is very popular.

Going to move things, the reporter who was squatting squatted upright.

So when it came out, it was blocked.

In fact, Yi Wulan doesn't hate staring so much now, he doesn't reject the camera so much, and accepts interviews very freely.

The reporter didn't ask him any outrageous questions, but more about the international designer competition: "Are you sure about the ranking?"

Yi Wulan smiled: "I definitely want to win the gold medal, but do what I can."

"Domestic designers, who do you like the most?"

Yi Wulan raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure you're not digging a hole?"

"I choose Shu Linqing. I was indeed a rival in love before, but I might become a lover someday."

Xiang Jiuming coughed.

It is particularly exaggerated, and it is very opinionated at first glance.

A few reporters were amused and said, "It's not digging holes, I really want to ask your opinion."

A male reporter still remembered Liang Fei: "Liang Fei, who traveled with you before, was rumored online that you were with him. Is it true?"

Yi Wulan's eyes trembled for a moment, and he said very seriously: "When I was young, he was a very important person to me, but now that I have grown up, the size does not match."

Yi Designer casually is an adult joke.

Take care of your tone and be able to joke.

A reporter ridiculed: "Is it too big or too small?!"

Yi Wulan smiled and remained silent.

Liang Fei, who had just finished the investigation, looked at the interview screen on his mobile phone. He understood Yi Wulan's meaning. The two of them grew up completely different from their childhood in the ten years they were missing.

His little rose has become a garden of thorns.

Knowing that his intention of returning to China was not pure, he designed him backhandedly.

pretty good.

It seems that he can't help him by staying in the country.

"Dear passengers..."

The boarding reminder sounded, Liang Fei picked up her suitcase and left.

The items have been packed, and the reporter is asking the last question: "Designer Yi, may I ask, will you still be with Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Ling had already announced his resignation a few days ago. He was only a behind-the-scenes person. It is estimated that he will disappear from the public eye after a while.

Those who are well-informed know that Sheng Ling passed the most difficult hurdle. Since then, the Sheng family is no longer his constraint, and even needs to rely on him.

As for whether Sheng Ling is willing to be attached to others, that is his business.

Yi Wulan's popularity exploded because he was tied to Sheng Ling. Until now, countless people still feel sorry for his efforts in emotion.

But there are also people who say that Sheng Ling was seriously injured because of Yi Wulan, and it is said that he needs to be recuperated.

Yi Wulan said, "I don't know."

Very straightforward, the reporter looked at each other in blank dismay, and did not continue to ask questions.

Xiang Jiuming and Yi Wulan went to the villa in Beicheng.

Yi Wulan bought it in advance and asked Xiang Jiuming to clean it up.

Along the way, Yi Wulan was replying to various news.

On the way, Xiang Jiuming stopped the car and bought a large box of cherries for Yi Wulan.

When he arrived at the place, Yi Wulan entered the door, Xiang Jiuming was standing by the mailbox, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Yi Wulan!"

Standing on the steps, Yi Wulan turned her head and held up a bouquet of roses to Jiuming: "I brought you roses."

Since it was very idol drama at the beginning, it should be more idol drama when it is official.

Shu Linqing was packing up his things in the room. He was going to the prom soon, and the prom was secondary. The key was to get information about the competition.

The competition had just informed him that he had passed the initial test, and he had to prepare for it.

A friend sent him a message——

"Lin Qing, will you meet Yi Wulan when you go to the ball? Can you bring me an autograph, my little nephew likes him very much"

"Qingqing, you don't have to argue with Yi Wulan anymore, I think he really doesn't like Sheng Ling anymore."

"Sheng Ling seems to be going to that dance too, Lin Qing, seize the opportunity!"

"Qing, remember to bring your gastrointestinal medicine, and also, can you take a photo of Yi Wulan for me?"

……

It seems that overnight, most people in the circle of friends changed their attitude towards Yi Wulan.

A lot to sign.

Now there are very few people who hate Yi Wulan.

Shu Linqing has always been good-tempered to respond to friends' requests, and he didn't have any deep hatred with Yi Wulan.

Even slightly sorry.

He still loves Sheng Ling, but he really can't hate Yi Wulan.

While Shu Linqing was packing her things, she walked to the front of the room and saw the withered rose on the corner of the table covered by a book, it was given by Yi Wulan when she returned to China.

"May you live in an amorous world"

Shu Linqing's heart moved slightly, and he put the dried roses and gold-sprinkled paper into the suitcase.

Xiang Jiuming tidied up Yi Wulan's room. He didn't know Yi Wulan's preferences, so he piled up Yi Wulan's designs in the room.

Yi Wulan:? ? ?

I'm not that narcissistic yet thank you.

Yi Wulan couldn't put it into words: "Did your IQ drop?"

Xiang Jiuming narrowed his amorous eyes, not ashamed but proud: "This is how men fall in love."

Yi Wulan: "Am I not a man?"

"Why am I not like you."

Xiang Jiuming: ...

You can't beat it, but you can't beat it.

Packed everything up, mainly Xiang Jiuming. Originally, Yi Wulan was going to do something, but Xiang Jiuming didn't let him do anything.

After finally eating, Xiang Jiuming served Yi Wulan a bowl of soup, and the two sat down.

Yi Wulan said her request: "First, I don't really want to go to bed right now."

"Second, I like to take things step by step."

"Third, add it when you think of it."

"Do you have any requests?"

Xiang Jiuming thought for a while: "Can you design it for me once?"

Yi Wulan lost his mind for a moment, laughed and shook his head: "Okay."

Washed up and went to bed. During this time, he slept very well, and fell asleep after touching the pillow.

The next day I was woken up by the alarm clock.

Gotta clear my suitcases and go to the prom.

As a result, when he got downstairs, he saw Xiang Jiuming's gloomy face.

Yi Wulan: "What's wrong?"

Xiang Jiuming cleaned up his expression: "Nothing."

After Yi Wulan left, Xiang Jiuming picked up the phone: "Sheng Ling, are you human? Didn't you say you would give me the invitation letter to the dance?"

Sheng Ling sat on the horizontal bar and said leisurely, "I got it."

Xiang Jiuming: "What you gave was not from that dance!"

Sheng Ling was furious: "I just promised the invitation letter to the dance, I didn't mention that."

Before Xiang Jiuming could continue, he hung up the phone.

grass!Bitch!

Xiang Jiuming decided to ask for an invitation letter at a high price, but he couldn't believe it.

Yi Wulan cleaned the suitcase slowly. He had used this suitcase for several years, but it was useless during this time.

Ready to spread out to dry in the sun.

A small note fell out while shaking it open.

Hesitating, Yi Wulan picked it up, and wrote a line on the note with a pen: "Remember to eat."

It was written by Sheng Ling.

Yi Wulan's heart thumped, as if the sound of the wooden warehouse that day was heard in his ears, Sheng Ling rushed over recklessly, and then blood flowed down.

Later, Yi Wulan thought unkindly, it would be a crime to injure a kidney.

Thinking back now...

The small note seemed to have thorns, and Yi Wulan felt uncomfortable holding it, so he stuffed the note into the suitcase.

Think, use another suitcase.

Shengling and the above applied for half a year's leave.

Always on call, but not on duty.

After finishing everything, I went back to No. 232, Nanhua Road.

This villa has not been lived in for a long time, and it actually shows a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere.

Unlike before, Sheng Ling could even have the illusion that Yi Wulan would come back as long as he closed and opened his eyes.

I was tense some time ago, and now I don’t even want to eat when I’m free.

Still ordered a takeaway.

There is Yi Wulan's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

He didn't like sweet and sour food at first, but slowly he finished a whole bowl.

Sheng Ling sat on the balcony with his head propped up.

He didn't really want to sleep that night, holding two cufflinks in his hand, thinking in a field of withered flowers that no one took care of.

The two cufflinks were supposed to be put away as evidence. Sheng Ling typed out several applications, and the original painting already existed, but it was returned to him in the end.

Sheng Ling slowly threw ice cubes into the wine, one by one, it sounded nice.

Then drink it all in one gulp.

After sitting all night and drinking all night, he collapsed on the balcony and fell asleep when he was drunk.

The ground is cold.

After the sun rose, the phone kept ringing, but no one answered it.

Yin Song held the phone and muttered: "It's weird, didn't you say you came back to rest? Still sleeping."

Yin's mother handed Yin Song hot water: "You thought it was you who were lazy, how could Sheng Ling sleep right now?"

As he spoke, he stuffed the thermos bucket into his arms.

Yin Song: ...

Fortunately, Sheng Ling called after a while: "What's wrong?"

Yin Song said: "Oh, my mother asked me to bring you food. Aunt Wang came back and made us a special meal. Don't you usually like to eat it the most? I will put it in the thermos and prepare to bring you some. "

At that time, Sheng Ling always liked to stay in other people's homes. He didn't want to be in the Sheng's family. The elders in the yard saw him as pitiful, so they kept him for dinner.

Sheng Ling said, "Okay."

Yin Song asked: "Where are you?"

Sheng Ling's voice was dry and hoarse: "No. 232, Nanhua Road."

After hanging up the phone, Yin Song murmured in his heart that he still lives at No. 232, Nanhua Road.

Didn't come out?

At the beginning, he said that Sheng Ling might offend him, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Shaking his head and sighing, Yin Song drove to No. 232 Nanhua Road.

Sheng Ling had already opened the door, and Yin Song went in with the thermos bucket and went in familiarly. He just checked WeChat and was on the balcony on the second floor.

The moment he saw Sheng Ling.

The thermos barrel fell to the ground suddenly, and Yin Song yelled: "Brother!"

Sheng Ling turned around with a cigarette in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked him.

Yin Song could hardly suppress his emotions: "You, your hair."

Sheng Ling was puzzled and frowned.

It's almost July in Jiangcheng, the weather is very clear, the sun shines on Sheng Ling's hair, it's brilliant white.

Whitehead overnight.

The author has something to say: it will be black:) Miserable.

This chapter is deleted, deleted, modified, and the list is a dark line, because she-zheng can't write in detail (mainly the turning point of Wulan's life), it's purely empty, just chirp

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 banknotes lying happily in the bank; 1 fox Yanjiu, Duan Ming, and sika deer;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：木易*霖58瓶；陌染18瓶；巫覃10瓶；淤泥深处的星星5瓶；相思3瓶；银行里快乐躺着的钞票2瓶；阿笙1瓶；

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