Sir, your vest is off!

Song Lan didn't eat the limited fruit baked toast that Ji Lanting gave him until he got home. Although it was a bit cold, it still didn't affect its deliciousness: the toast was so soft that it almost melted in your mouth, and a little bit of milk and cheese was poured on it to make the toast more delicious. It will not be too dry during the roasting process.

The surface of the toast is covered with layers of bright red strawberries cut in half, and there are now ridiculously expensive cherries, purple and black, bigger than a dollar coin.

The top layer is also sprinkled with a bit of "egg roll pastry" similar to smashing. Cut a piece, the toast is soft and sweet, the strawberry cherries are fresh and sweet, and the egg roll su is crispy.

Song Lan was completely convinced, so the house smelled of sweet toast for several days in a row. Song Lan baked it by himself according to the recipe, and without exception, he couldn't master the heat and the ratio of ingredients. , either too dry, or the toast was oversoaked in milk.

All in all, it’s just that if it’s not good enough, it’s fine if it’s not tasty, or even a little unpalatable.

Zhou Wenqing was forced to eat the failed "baked toast" for several days. He didn't say anything, and he didn't even frown while eating.

Song Lan tremblingly looked at Zhou Wenqing, who was eating elegantly, "Wen Qing, don't you think it tastes bad?"

Have you lost your sense of taste? ? ?

Zhou Wenqing finished the last bite unhurriedly, and said lightly, "It's okay."

If Song Lan hadn't tasted it herself, she would have believed Zhou Wenqing's words.

"It's okay, Wenqing, I won't be sad if you tell the truth, I'm very good at resisting blows! And as I remember, you don't like sweets, so you don't have to force yourself to eat them." Song Lan will produce and sell her own, Unless it has reached the point where people and gods are indignant or cannot be eaten.

"It's okay, as long as you can eat." Zhou Wenqing got up slowly, "You don't have to wait for me to sleep tonight. I've been busy recently, so I might just sleep in the study. Don't stay up too late, wash up and rest early."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Wenqing went to the study without waiting for Song Lan to say anything.

Song Lan was extremely lonely, like a puppy whose head was patted and its fur was smooth, watching Zhou Wenqing's back as he left, unable to say a word to persuade him to stay.

As an author of "A Dog's Blood Mary Doesn't Su Wen", Song Lan made up her mind a lot by herself. Zhou Wenqing had a dog outside, ah no, there was someone else, and then deliberately snubbed him and asked him to file for divorce first. Then Zhou Wenqing threw down a check and told him to go.

Song Lan was so sad that he was dying just thinking about it.

But it's not that Zhou Wenqing didn't explain. It's not so much an explanation as a unilateral notification, "Recently I'm busy with work."

In just five words, Zhou Wenqing slept in the study that night, left early the next morning, left breakfast for him, came back very late at night, and had dinner.

Poor Song Lan had no phone call or news all day long. Zhou Wenqing still had dinner after seven o'clock in the evening, while he patted his hungry flat belly and went to order a bowl of noodles with clear soup and little water.

Zhou Wenqing said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I was too busy and forgot to tell you that you don't have to wait for me. It will be like this for the next few days, and you don't have to wait for me to eat."

Then get busy again.

The past two days have gone too far, Zhou Wenqing didn't even cook him breakfast!It was almost ten o'clock when I came back at night, and I still smelled of alcohol.

The spoiled Song Lan was depressed and angry, and he couldn't bear to say anything to Zhou Wenqing's dark eyes, but silently took out the dessert that he had failed to make, half distressed and half angry, and gave it to Zhou Wenqing as supper.

After saying a few words, Zhou Wenqing was off to work again.

Song Lan flung herself on the bed with her eyes open and couldn't fall asleep no matter what, she even rolled over several times, consuming her excess energy now, her head was dizzy, but she became more awake.

When winter comes, it is not easy for Song Lan to warm her hands and feet. When Zhou Wenqing is around, Song Lan will consciously sneak into Zhou Wenqing's arms along the heat source, and hold Zhou Wenqing like an octopus. It is warm and safe. Zhou Wenqing would also hug him, give him a good night kiss, and after sleeping, he would have a good morning kiss when he woke up.

Song Lan almost drowned in it.

Now Zhou Wenqing just slept in the study for a little over a week, Song Lan felt that something was wrong and it was extremely difficult to fall asleep.

"Song Lan, Song Lan, you can't sleep without Zhou Wenqing!" It was the first time that Song Lan felt so uncomfortable after two months of marriage.

Wrapped in a cashmere blanket, Song Lan swayed to the balcony with her slippers on, squatted down, and poked the rose plant named kibo with a finger, "Winter is so cold, you probably won't be able to live ?”

Song Lan withdrew her fingers to wrap her blanket around her tightly, her whole body looked like a huge fur ball from behind, "That's right, after all, you've been tossed about by me, your thorns have been squeezed bald by me, and you've been bald by me. I've cut off so much, how could it grow out, it's just my wish for beauty."

"But I still really want you to sprout." Song Lan propped her chin, a little eager to pull it up to see if it has taken root, and then forcibly held back her destructive hand, "Forget it, just in case It won’t be good for you to take root and be cut off by my toss.”

Song Lan found plastic wrap from the restaurant, wrapped the flower pots one by one on the left and one on the right, poured water that had melted the flower fertilizer, cut off a suitable size of plastic wrap, and covered the flowerpots. On the top of the pot, a hole was poked to reveal a little branch, "It should be better this way?"

It shouldn't be so cold, right?

I completely forgot that the temperature in their home is actually a constant temperature.

It's nothing more than a psychological hint, seeking a psychological comfort.

Song Lan went back to the room and still couldn't sleep. She was so uncomfortable that she tiptoed to the study like a thief and opened the door a crack. Zhou Wenqing frowned and was on the phone, "No, I've been preparing for this project for a long time. plan, otherwise there is no point."

I don't know what was said there, Zhou Wenqing began to tap the table with his fingers unconsciously again, "Money is not a problem, no matter whether it will be profitable or not, I must do this project, it has unique meaning."

But what is the unique meaning?

Song Lan didn't know, he had always been ignorant of Zhou Wenqing's work, and couldn't help him either.

Song Lan couldn't bear to disturb her, so she said good night and Wen Qing went back even more lonely.

Song Lan didn't fall asleep in a daze until it was daylight.

As for Zhou Wenqing, Zhou Wenqing didn't feel well either. If in the first few days he deliberately "play hard to get" to make Song Lan anxious, now he regrets it, very much.

He is really busy now, and the project that has been prepared for several years is almost at the door, but it is too late to advance. Zhou Wenqing is so anxious that his teeth hurt—although I don’t know if Song Lan put too much sugar on the toast for the sake.

He hasn't hugged his little idiot to sleep for a long time. At night, he "guards the empty study" alone. There is no little idiot hugging him like an octopus and humming to sleep, and he can't kiss his little idiot anymore. .

Fortunately, Song Lan's attention was still on himself, if at this time the goodwill that the little idiot had accumulated with great difficulty would be gone with a snap...

Zhou Wenqing didn't know who to cry to.

It's better to resolve this matter earlier, and return to the room earlier to continue warming up with his little idiot, kissing and hugging, it's better to be shameless and sao!

Early the next morning, Zhou Wenqing went to the company early as usual, and it was noon when Song Lan woke up.

Staying at home was too boring, and Song Lan couldn't write any words, so she simply wrapped herself in a thick coat and went to that internet celebrity pizza shop.

Pretty sister, ah no, Ji Lanting is indeed here, he changed into a black long-sleeved trousers today, which is men's clothing.

He looks clean and tidy, and when he doesn't wear makeup, the man's razor-like contours are particularly obvious.

"Yo cute, are you here to play with your sister?"

Ji Lanting mischievously blinked his eyes.

Song Lan lacked interest, "It's not worth thanking you for coming to the world."

Ji Lanting looked at Song Lan in disbelief, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Song Lan shook her head, "No, it's just that I suddenly feel that the world is not worth it."

Ji Lanting was overjoyed, "Did you encounter any unhappy things? Tell me to make my sister happy."

"Ah, don't you speak in a girl's voice with a handsome face! I'm playing tricks!" Song Lan couldn't stop being melancholy.

Ji Lanting laughed extravagantly with a "puchi", "Hahaha, okay, I'll get you something to drink."

But what Ji Lanting sent was not unworthy of the world, it was a glass of pink sparkling drink, with a smell of peach and yellow lemon, and a piece of cherry blossom pink jelly was put in it, which was made into the shape of a cat's claw, which looked chubby Too cute.

"This is called the secret of summer, drink and watch."

Song Lan picked up the cup and remembered something, "I didn't bring any money!"

Ji Lanting said casually: "Then you can brush the cups with me, or make a promise with your body."

Song Lan shook her head hastily, "That's no good, that's no good, it's fine to clean the cups, but it's fine with a physical promise. Didn't you all see that I have a husband?"

Ji Lanting looked at him, "You two are married? Then why don't you wear a wedding ring?"

Song Lan was speechless, there was such a thing as a wedding ring!

"Don't tell me I'm not ready, did you have your honeymoon?"

Ah this...

"I don't even have it! What kind of plane is Zhou Wenqing doing with these two hundred and five?" Ji Lanting was so angry that he slapped the table.

Song Lan missed the point, "How do you know my husband's name?"

"Didn't he tell you when he went back? He and I were classmates in college, you old bastard." Tsk tsk tsk, Zhou Wenqing, a ruthless old bastard.

"No." Song Lan said honestly, and made up for it mercilessly, "He never told me anything unimportant."

Old worried!

In fact, Song Lan didn't like others to say that Zhou Wenqing was bad. Only he could say that, and others couldn't.

Even Ji Lanting laughed angrily, and made a gesture to pinch Song Lan's cheek, "You little heartless, my brother invited you to drink juice and you still hurt me."

Song Lan sucked the juice without saying a word and avoided it. She retreated to a safe distance before saying, "Then do you know Zhou Wenqing?"

In all fairness, Ji Lanting doesn't know Zhou Wenqing well, "It's okay, but the only one who has a good relationship with him is Shen Yu, and there should be more people in recent years."

Song Lan pricked up his ears, "Who is it?"

"Gu Boning!"

At that moment, Song Lan became sour, the sourness turned into lemon slices in the cup!Even the secretary knew Zhou Wenqing better than him.

When Song Lan returned home, she didn't want to make dinner, so she went to the garden to toss the flowers and plants. After that day, Zhou Wenqing really called the gardener to plant the "My Heart" rose, and planted a large area.

When it blooms, it must be a powder cloud.

"Lan Lan."

Someone called him from behind, Song Lan turned around excitedly, and saw Zhou Wenqing who was coming home from get off work on time.

Song Lan strode over, "You don't work overtime anymore?"

Zhou Wenqing chuckled, "I'm done, unless I won't work overtime at the end of the year."

That was great and not so good.

Song Lan raised a smile, "That's good."

The two made dinner together, and the bed, which had been vacant for almost ten days, finally welcomed back the second owner.

The two finally snuggled together and had a good night's sleep.

But the problem is coming.

That day Song Lan was sitting at the dining table, looking at the sumptuous breakfast but had no appetite.

He should be happy when life is back to normal.

Song Lan looked at Zhou Wenqing, hesitant to speak.

Zhou Wenqing picked up the crystal shrimp dumpling, dipped it in vinegar and put it in Song Lan's bowl, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Lan pursed her lips and twitched her fingers together, "Recently, don't you use good morning kisses and good night kisses?"

[The author has something to say: Lan Lan: I want to kiss, hug, and hold high!

I'm going to do something! 】