Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

After a while, Yi Wulan moved into No. 23 Zhongbei Road, but Sheng Ling was not allowed to follow her.

Sheng Ling still lives at No. 232 Nanhua Road.

Yi Wulan still did not allow Sheng Ling to live in.

The yard on Zhongbei Road was already full of flowers in Sheng Ling, and the interior decoration was also according to Yi Wulan's preferences. Yi Wulan was not very satisfied with the place where he lived, so he moved in because he was too lazy to bother.

When you are free, you can order Shengling to deliver meals or provide door-to-door massage-massage services.

"It hurts here, or here? Huh?"

Sheng Ling pinched the stiffest and most uncomfortable part of Yi Wulan's shoulder.

Yi Wulan was lying on the sofa, holding a book in his hand, stretched out his hind leg and kicked Sheng Ling directly to the place where he was dying. Fortunately, Sheng Ling reacted quickly, caught Wei Wei with one hand and lifted it up, with a gentle voice: "You Let’s talk about you, you lost your temper when I pinched you.”

The temperament is really like a day for more than ten years, and it hasn't decreased in the slightest.

Yin Song brought food over at Sheng Ling's request, and saw the posture of the two of them within a few steps after pressing the password.

For the convenience of massage, Yi Wulan put a huge towel on her upper body, and her shoulders were blindingly white.

Yin Song:? !It's still daytime, right?

Quickly turned around: "I didn't see anything!"

Sheng Ling put the shirt next to Yi Wulan on Yi Wulan's body, stood up calmly and covered Yi Wulan: "We didn't do anything, turn around."

Yi Wulan sat up and buttoned his shirt leisurely, while looking at Yin Song from behind Sheng Ling: "Why are you free to come here today? Aren't you busy with blind dates recently?"

Yin Song wrinkled his whole face: "How do you know?"

Sheng Ling put down the rolled up sleeves: "My mother said so."

Yin Song put the lunch box on the table: "Oh, don't mention it, my mother is in a daze. She insists on finding a girl to go home with me this year. I don't think it's better to send me to the guillotine if we insist on getting along."

Yi Wulan opened the lunch box, and the spicy and strong smell filled the living room in an instant. It was spicy crab.

Sheng Ling sat beside him and asked, "How is it, does it still suit your taste?"

Yi Wulan had a bitter summer in the summer, plus she had to attend the awards ceremony, she had to be on camera, and she deliberately restricted her diet, so she managed to gain weight and soon returned to her original state.

Sheng Ling was worried that he would suffer from hypoglycemia again, so he tried to find some tricky dishes for him during this time.

I also started to learn to make some things myself, but I can't do it too complicated. I can barely learn to squeeze soybean milk and cook white fungus soup.

"tsk tsk"

Yin Song looked blank.

He was blinded by the blind date every day, so he looked for trouble: "Brother Ling, you can rest for a while, do you know what people say about you on the Internet? Don't tarnish our Wulan anymore."

Last time at Li Fugui's wedding, when Sheng Ling ran over, someone took a photo and posted it on the Internet. Although the light was dim and the photo was very blurry, many people could see it clearly. deleted by .

However, it still can't stop the enthusiasm of many people to discuss. Five years ago, the two divorced and caused a lot of trouble in the city. There were all kinds of guesses, and most of them were scolding Sheng Ling. Now five years have passed, and this is happening.

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Yi Wulan is now a well-known international designer. His designs are the treasures of thousands of fashionable boys and girls. A few words can confirm the endorsement of a celebrity, so many people called Sheng Ling Mobei, our fairy brother, who will not be tarnished. Can!

Yin Song laughed so hard that he rolled on the bed.

Sheng Ling picked out the peppers from the spicy crab for Yi Wulan in a slow manner, with a thick skin: "What do they say to me?"

Yi Wulan chuckled, and bit off the crab's leg with a single bite. It was already mid-late autumn, and the fat crab was full. He ate happily, and didn't care about the two of them arguing over there.

Yin Song gritted his teeth angrily. Before, Sheng Ling was just black-hearted, but now he has learned to be thick-skinned. It's amazing.

Several people sat and chatted for a while, Yin Song remembered something: "It's getting colder and colder these days, let's have a hot pot together sometime."

Yi Wulan had no objection: "Where is it? The one where Sheng Ling and I used to eat, the door is closed."

Sheng Ling put ginger syrup in front of Yi Wulan: "I found another one, in an alley in the south of the city, it's a private restaurant opened by a retired Sichuan cuisine chef."

"go?"

Yi Wulan lowered his eyes and took a sip of sugar water: "Okay, let's have fun eating hot pot together."

Sheng Ling smiled, picked up the handkerchief at hand and wiped his slender fingers.

Yin Song looked at this and then at that, why did he feel that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

It was a cold windy day to eat hot pot, and it was a bit cold in the afternoon.

Yi Wulan only wore a thin coat when he went out. He didn't remember that the problem of wearing seasonal clothes could not be changed.

It's a bit cold, but bearable.

The car was parked in the parking lot, and it was still a short walk to the shop in the alley.

As soon as he got out of the parking lot, he saw a familiar figure waiting there.

The autumn wind was blowing hard, Sheng Ling looked back and saw Yi Wulan, and shook his head helplessly.

After walking a few steps, he took off his coat and put it on Yi Wulan's body. There was a step away, but not too close, and the warm breath seemed to be absent.

A gentleman cannot be faulted.

Yi Wulan looked up slightly, and bumped into a pair of eyes that were so affectionate that they almost drowned.

look away.

Sheng Ling put on his coat carefully: "Let's go."

But for a short distance, when the two entered, there were already several people sitting inside.

Liang Fei also just arrived, looking at the figures of the two walking under the streetlight not far away, they were a good match and harmonious.

He transferred part of his property to China this year, and would return to the country from time to time to bring Yi Wulan some gadgets he had collected from everywhere. The two of them tacitly did not mention the past, and Liang Fei did his best to be a good brother. .

Shaking her head and smiling, Liang Fei stepped forward: "Wu Lan, don't forget to call me to eat hot pot."

Yi Wulan turned around in surprise: "Aren't you busy at this time?"

Liang Fei took off her leather gloves: "No matter how busy you are, you have to come here. Isn't it the winter solstice? I used to always sit at a table to eat glutinous rice balls. There are no glutinous rice balls. I must eat hot pot."

"Is it Lanlan?"

Yi Wulan curled her lips: "I'm so greedy for glutinous rice balls, come here on the winter solstice and I'll cook you a bowl."

Liang Fei laughed and replied, "Okay."

Looking up to see Sheng Ling, she smiled politely. No matter how well-behaved Liang Fei was, he was always a bit sinister.

Sheng Ling nodded and said hello, "Mr. Liang."

He used to mind, but later he only felt distressed.

Yi Wulan broke up with the Yi family a few years ago. Without Yi Wulan's support, and Yi Wulan's stepmother's crazy death, the Yi family has already collapsed. Yi Wulan didn't even ask a single word, so it can be seen Completely broken.

As for Yi Wulan's remaining relatives, Liang Fei is the only one.

Sheng Ling looked over there: "Let's go in first, it's windy outside."

When the three of them arrived, Yin Song yelled: "If you are late, you will be punished with alcohol!"

Li Fugui had already tasted the wine, and rolled his eyes at Yin Song: "Are you stupid? With the drinking capacity of the three of them, you can't drink enough. You provoke them now because you want to drag us down to be buried together?"

"Lan'er, do you think so?"

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Xue Xue pushed Li Fugui, and blamed him for saying something unlucky at this time.

As soon as Yi Wulan entered the door, he had to be bombarded by Li Fugui's loud voice, and his head hurt reflexively.

Yi Wulan took off the thick coat she was wearing, and Sheng Ling took it over and hung it up naturally.

Li Fugui looked at this scene, still a little unacceptable, couldn't help but snorted a few times, and handed the menu to this side sourly: "No one here can eat spicy food, and order an extra spicy pot, Lan'er you It's out of my mind."

"My son is too old to stay here, Dad, me,"

Seeing that he was still howling, Yi Wulan took the menu and sneered: "Li Fugui, if you misrecognize your son, come in vertically and go out horizontally."

Xue Xue couldn't bear the laughter, and several friends at the table looked at each other, Li Fugui held back, grievances, and suppressed the sour words in his stomach.

It was supposed to be, but here Shengling was the only person who could eat spicy food, so he put two pots, one with a thick layer of hot pepper inside, without being so partial.

As a result, when they started eating, out of Sheng Ling and Yi Wulan, it was Li Fugui who ate the most spicy food.

Rinse the hairy belly and drink fruit wine, and eat very happily.

Yi Wulan had a funny face on his face, Sheng Ling didn't forget to pour wine for Yi Wulan's dishes, and even peeled an orange quietly, and let Yi Wulan eat it unknowingly.

In winter, the heating room is dry, so eat more fruits.

Xue Xue turned around and thought about giving Yi Wulan a gift, and happened to see this scene, Sheng Ling acted naturally, Yi Wulan chatted with someone with a smile, and was stuffed with a small tomato before she knew it, Xue Xue pursed her lips secretly laughed.

It's so sweet.

Unlike the Hanhan in her family, Li Fugui never forgot to eat when chatting with others, and now he scooped up a piece of hairy belly and put it on Xue Xue's plate: "Xue, this is really delicious, trust me!"

Xue Xue's heart warmed up, that's not bad.

The steam from the hot pot steamed the whole room into a warm atmosphere, and a group of people could be regarded as familiar, and chatting with this one at the moment can naturally pick up the topic of the group of people over there.

Sheng Ling didn't call many of his friends, and the people he called were Yi Wulan's acquaintances, so he didn't chat with them much, and drank a few glasses of wine with them.

Yi Wulan was in a good mood, drank several glasses of wine with others, and her face was flushed.

I felt a little hot in the middle of the meal, and I ate a little too much, so I went out to breathe.

The location of this yard is really good, not far from the river.

Yi Wulan stood under the specially built wooden corridor, feeling the cold wind blowing on his face with moist water vapor.

A slightly thicker thin wool coat was draped over her body, and the smell of cold fragrance lingered.

Yi Wulan didn't look back: "Sheng Ling?"

"Well it's me."

Yi Wulan leaned on the railing, saw that Sheng Ling was standing next to him, and raised his lips: "Sheng Ling, I heard that you have no one around you for five years, how can you bear it?"

Sheng Ling was stunned for a moment, turned sideways, and saw Yi Wulan's narrow, dark eyes.

Embarrassed and hoarse: "I can bear it."

The two were silent for a moment.

"you,"

"Wu Lan,"

Sheng Ling: "You speak first."

Yi Wulan stood up straight, reaching out her hand as if to touch Sheng Ling's forehead hair: "Is the white hair healed?"

Sheng Ling held Yi Wulan's wrist, the protruding knuckle on his wrist was the one he always held in the palm of his hand, and it could poke into the arc of his heart.

Sheng Ling Wensheng: "It doesn't matter, just leave it to time."

Not many people knew about this private restaurant, and Sheng Ling booked the innermost and most spacious private room. At this time, there were only two people in the corridor, and the lively chatter and laughter of someone eating was vaguely heard.

Trivial and ordinary, but also a little warm.

Sheng Ling lowered his head, rubbed his palms against his wrists, squeezed them tightly, and rubbed his lips against his lips: "Is that okay? Wulan."

"is it okay?"

"Ah."

The sparks in the ashes that had been suppressed for a long time were ignited, and then the valley that almost burned people to death, siege cities and land, almost crazy invasion.

But it retains a trace of tenderness hanging on the cliff.

Mediocrity and triviality last forever, as do romance and deep love.

The author has something to say: There are still a few sweet chapters, I am really a peach, so proud!

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