Bunch of grass

Fuling, who has been pushed to the forefront again, always laughs at everyone's inquiries, and the headline hero Echizen Ryuya in Australia also keeps silent. Time is the best forgetting machine. News headlines are updated every day. Entertainment circle In the , sports and political circles, all kinds of news emerged one after another, occupying people's field of vision. The matter of Longya and Fengling gradually dissipated in the wind and was gradually forgotten by people.

Except for certain people, of course.

"Girl, is the Australian Open coming to an end?" Feng's mother added a bowl of soup for her daughter, and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Yeah." Fengling dug a spoonful of omelet rice into his mouth, nodded, and said, "The final tomorrow morning."

"Then do you want to watch it?" Mother Feng began to insinuate for another day, "Long Ya seems to have entered the final."

"I still have to go to work tomorrow." Feng Ling took a sip of the soup, and was fully prepared to deal with it.

"Then you go to sleep after eating, and I will call you when the time comes." Mother Feng said enthusiastically.

"It's too early to sleep." Feng Ling put down the soup bowl, took out a paper towel and wiped the oil stains on her lips, and continued digging for omelet rice.

"Girl, are you and Long Ya together?"

"Mom, the omelet rice you made today is very good. It tastes very good. How do you make it?"

"When stirring the eggs, add a little more water and some starch, so that the egg skins are more tender. Then, when frying the rice, it is best to use leftover rice. You can add any vegetables you want, meat and vegetables are fine, first fry the onions, This way the rice will be more fragrant, so add a little tomato sauce to the fried rice at the end..." Mother Feng was talking about how to make omelet rice, then she suddenly came back to her senses and raised her hand to poke Fengling's forehead, "Ah, you stinky Girl... Tell me, are you and Long Ya still together?"

"Wow, Mom, the tofu in miso soup is very tender. I can't buy such tender tofu every time. Where did you buy it?"

"It's a small shop you pass by when you go to work. They make their own tofu, both tender and old, as well as tofu skin, yuba, etc. I usually buy tofu from them. You If you like to eat, you can buy it by yourself... Damn girl, change the subject for me again."

"Today's saury seems to be a little old."

"Really? I don't think so."

"Mom, I'm full. You eat slowly. I'm going out to eat pork buns." Fengling put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, stuffed his wallet, key and mobile phone into his pocket, and the pork buns ran away with the collar and rope At the entrance, before Mother Feng could swallow the saury in her mouth, a person and a dog were already standing outside the door.

I was walking aimlessly on the street with pork buns, passing by an electrical appliance store, the wall outside the store was made into a glass window, and an LCD TV was placed in the window, and the TV before the Australian Open final was broadcast live During the interview, a few people were sparsely surrounded.Feng Ling stopped and looked at the young man with dark green hair who appeared in front of the camera in high spirits, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the barbecued pork buns were lying on the window, and he yelled at the people on the TV a few times.

The phone in the pocket vibrated, Feng Ling retracted his gaze, and took out the phone: "Hello?"

"What are you doing?" A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Watching your interview."

"Oh? Do you think I'm getting more and more handsome?"

"Well, the skin is getting thicker and thicker."

"Is there? Why do I feel that I am so much worse than Atobe, at least I didn't print my face on the tennis racket."

"He comes first, you come second."

"Woof..." The barbecued pork bun lying on the glass window called back to the phone to show his presence.

"I'm going back to America tomorrow."

"okay."

"Remember to pick up the plane."

"understood."

"Dress nicely."

"why?"

"Don't worry about it, just dress nicer anyway."

"No nice clothes."

"Then go buy it."

"No money."

"I'll give you one hundred thousand in one day, is that enough?"

"The local tyrant, please hug your thigh."

"The whole person can give you enough hugs."

"The thickness of the skin is as thick as Atobe-kun." Fengling looked at the leaving back on the TV, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Lord Fandong rolled his eyes, turned his head and walked forward.

A call came in, Feng Ling glanced at the caller ID, and said hurriedly: "Let's do this first, there is a call coming in, let's fight hard."

"En." After the other party responded, Feng Ling quickly slid across the screen and connected to the next call: "Dad?"

"Xiaoling, can't you tell the truth to reassure your mother?" The father's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Father, I really don't date Long Yajun now. To tell the truth, my mother doesn't believe me, she always thinks I'm lying to her." Feng Ling, who was dragged forward by the char siu bun, also replied helplessly, "Warrior, hurry up and fly over from Japan to rescue your princess from the hands of the big devil."

"Really no relationship?"

"Well, now I'm a single, unmarried older female youth."

"You can be silly."

"Dad, when did I fall in love, I will let you know as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, just tell your big devil as soon as possible."

Feng Ling stuck out her tongue at the hung up phone, stuffed the phone into her pocket, pulled the rope, the Char Siew Bun stopped and turned to look at Master Fandong, Feng Ling walked quickly to the side of the Char Siu Bao, took a deep breath After a few breaths, he looked down at the golden hair that had rubbed against his feet, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he ran up, before he could react that the pork bun was torn and staggered, and then quickly followed, he looked up and saw that the corner of his mouth had reached his cheeks Master Fandong couldn't help but rolled his eyes again.

A woman who falls into the love trap is a madman.

Long Ya, who lost to her opponent by two points in the tie-break of the fifth game, lost the honor of the Australian Open Grand Slam champion, but gained the attention of the world.Feng Ling looked at the photo on the phone screen that appeared on countless websites and newspapers. The young man with dark green hair standing on the runner-up podium was not at all disappointed. He was holding a silver disc in his hand, and his amber eyes were hidden. With a faint smile.

Feng Ling glanced at the watch on his wrist, stuffed the phone into his coat pocket, started the car and drove out of the parking lot, parked in a temporary parking place outside the terminal building, gathered the plaid scarf around his neck, and got out of the car , I saw many reporters guarding the entry gate with guns on their shoulders. Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, and hid behind a pillar under the wide eaves.

As soon as she hid her figure, she heard a cheer, followed by the sound of shutters. Feng Ling peeked out from behind the pillar and saw a flash of white light that made the already bright airport hall even brighter. The corner of her mouth was fierce With a jerk, he retracted his head, took out the phone from his pocket, and just turned on the screen, he heard a voice: "Mr. Echizen, is Ms. An Qi your girlfriend?"

"No, we just know each other." Long Ya replied loudly.

"What about Miss Fengling?" Another reporter rushed to ask.

"Not at all."

"Mr. Echizen, do you have a girlfriend now?" asked the third reporter.

"Not currently." Long Ya paused, then continued, "However, there will be soon."

Long Ya's words were like a bomb, which was thrown into the group of reporters and exploded in an instant. A group of people asked him questions, but Long Ya just laughed and said nothing. young people have been surrounded.

"I'm sorry, a friend came to pick me up today, I have to find her immediately, and I can't accept everyone's interview." Long Ya said apologetically, clasping her hands together.

Everyone could tell that the friend Long Ya was talking about was a woman.A female reporter with a few freckles on her face held up the microphone and shouted loudly: "Mr. Echizen, is she your upcoming girlfriend?"

"Thank you." Long Ya didn't answer, but nodded to the female reporter with a smile.

The audience was suddenly silent, the female reporter who was puzzled by the inexplicable thank you looked at Long Ya in surprise, while the other reporters and photographers looked at the female reporter in puzzlement.

Long Ya pursed his lips and looked around. There was a vibration in his trouser pocket. He took out his mobile phone, glanced at the screen, and looked up at the black off-road vehicle parked not far away. The smile on his lips grew stronger. Carrying a tennis bag and speeding up his pace, the reporters who came back to their senses quickly ran behind him. Before they reached the exit, they saw him open the door, jump into the car, and close the door again. The movements were smooth and done in one go.

As soon as I rushed to the door, I saw the car rushing away. The reporters who were a little slower looked at each other, and suddenly the female reporter yelled: "Oh, my God, I know who the person who picked up Echizen Ryuya is. Yes, God is so good to me."

"Who is it?" Everyone asked in unison.Although they all knew that it was a woman who drove to pick up Echizen Ryuya, but because of the distance, few people could see the woman's appearance clearly.

"It's her, I knew it was her, I knew it." The beaming female reporter quickly put the microphone away and put it in her bag, patted their photographer on the shoulder, and walked towards the underground parking lot, "Sorry Sorry, give me a break, Jack, let's report back to the agency immediately."

The black off-road vehicle drove up the viaduct outside the airport. Longya took off the tennis bag on her shoulder and threw it in the back row. She took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and turned her head to look at the driver's seat wearing sunglasses. The black-haired woman holding the steering wheel raised a beautiful arc at the corner of her mouth: "Hey, Xiaoling, I'm back."

"Yes, welcome back." Feng Ling also took off her sunglasses and put them on the driver's seat. She looked back at Long Ya and smiled brightly. Take out the phone and hand it to Long Ya.

"What's the matter?" Long Ya took the phone and asked a little puzzled.

"Call Mom and say we're getting ready to go home."

"As per your order, Her Lady Queen."

The sun was setting, and the rays of the sun dyed most of the sky red.

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