"It was sent by Wenjun!" Tang Yiling said with a smile on the card.

"Don't get a pollen allergy, it'll be a pig's head face early tomorrow morning!" Yan Chengmo came over and pretended to be indecent and said, Tang Yiling glanced at him:

"I'm stronger than a cow, what allergies are only available to the eldest lady, not the old lady!"

After speaking, Tang Yiling's plush pajamas crossed Yan Chengmo's shoulders, buried his head on the top of the flowers, and breathed deeply into the fragrance of flowers: "The air in the morning is good, and the fragrance of flowers is even better!" ”

"You can't accept strangers' things, haven't your parents taught you since you were a child!" Yan Cheng said silently and snatched the flower away, and Tang Yiling stepped on his feet to take it back: "Don't break it, such a good flower, if you break it, it won't spare you!" ”

He couldn't help but look up at Tang Yiling, who smiled evilly.

"How dare you fool me?" Yan Chengmo pinched her feet, and when she smiled evilly, he gently scratched the soles of her feet, and she laughed and screamed for him to spare his life.

"Do you dare to fool me next time!" Yan Chengmo said that he still opened easily, Tang Yiling took the opportunity to dodge, but Yan Chengmo didn't get an answer, so he naturally wouldn't let her go away and slammed her on the wall of the bedroom.

She was approached by him, her eyes were a little restrained, and she was shy and worried, all of which were shown on her face, biting her pink lips from time to time, Tang Yiling at this time made Yan Chengmo even more defenseless.

Yan Chengmo didn't care about it this time, he hugged her and kissed her, but when he hugged her, he found that it was in the air, and Tang Yiling disappeared.

He grabbed the shadow vigorously in his empty arms, why did Tang Yiling disappear?

When Yan Chengmo struggled again, his numb arm moved, and he woke up lying on the futon, opened his eyes, and found that he was still asleep.

In the middle of the night, he borrowed the night light, and he had to get up to go to the bathroom, if it weren't for the loose pajama pants, I am afraid that he would not be able to go to the bathroom for a while.

Speaking of the bathroom, Yan Chengmo thinks of Tang Yiling every time he goes to the bathroom, but he was made by her to hold his urine and hold his shadows.

In the past, Yan Chengmo hated Tang Yiling, the eighth woman, every time he went to the bathroom, tonight, Yan Chengmo remembered the scene of meeting Tang Yiling for the first time at this moment, and he actually smiled bitterly, Tang Yiling is like this, and he has always been haunted in his mind.

After going to the bathroom, Yan Chengmo returned to the master bedroom, turned on the mobile phone screen to look at the time, it was only half past two in the morning, no wonder it was in the dead of night, so quiet that he could even hear the breathing in his chest!

Yan Chengmo flipped out Tang Yiling's address book, paused and hesitated for a while, then exited the interface, turned off the screen, put the phone back on the desktop, and continued to lie down upside down······

The long dark night finally passed, Yan Chengmo got up, and planned to go to Qingshan Street to observe whether there were men like his brother doing handicrafts, he vaguely believed in Tang Yiling's ability, since he could sense his brother's breath, his brother must have walked around in Qingshan City's art street, no matter how big he looked, his appearance would not be too far behind!

"Where are you going?" The old man watched Yan Chengmo change into his shoes at the door, so he came over and asked, "Where are you going if you don't cook food for me early in the morning?" ”

"I'll do my errands."

"Prepare a confession for Ling'er?" The old man's eyes widened.

Yan Chengmo frowned and glanced at his grandfather coldly, and the old man immediately looked angry: "You can't go anywhere, hurry up and buy flowers for Ling'er, give her a ceremony, you can't catch up with other people's divorces!" ”

"Grandpa, Zhao Xuan will send it to you later, rest assured, you are not only a grandson is a chef, but your grandson is also a chef."

The old man listens to this kid who is disobedient!

"Listen to me or not? Chase Ling'er first, hurry up and buy flowers for Ling'er! The old man pouted his wrinkled mouth, sat next to Yan Chengmo with a cane, and watched him shine his shoes.

"Don't go, it's too old-fashioned to buy flowers and send flowers, Tang Yiling definitely doesn't like it!"

"You don't send flowers, how do you know that Ling'er doesn't like it?"

"I won't like her if I don't like her!"

“······”

Early in the morning, on the side of the red iron gate, Tang Yiling received a large bouquet of red roses at the door of his house, and the aunt who walked in the door with the flowers could smell the fragrance of the flowers without deliberately approaching.

"Where did the flowers come from?" Zhang Miao saw the aunt holding a large bouquet of red roses coming in from the door, Zhang Miao asked with a serious face, don't be a ghost who is playing with Yan Chengmo, Tang Yiling has confessed these days, there is nothing about Yan Chengmo and the things sent by Yan Chengmo.

"The little brother outside sent it, put it down and left, didn't say who ······" Auntie smiled and said, holding a bouquet of flowers bigger than a person and a little proud!

"I don't know who sent it back, if it's a bomb, you bring it in and kill Miss Tang, and if it's poison gas, you take it in and poison Miss Tang! Get outside! Zhang Miao was spraying her saliva in the air when she spoke, and she was so angry that she almost hit someone!

Auntie was so frightened that her little heart was tense and painful with her nerves, how could she be a murderer just by taking a bouquet of flowers?

"I don't know, I, I, I'll put it back!" Auntie turned with trembling hands and carried the flower back to the red door.

Zhang Miao looked at her aunt's background, obediently opened the red iron door, she smiled secretly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but move, whether it was a strange aunt, she listened to her for everything, a little boss!

Zhang Miao walked to the other end of the hall, Tang Yiling shouted "Zhang Sanshui", and it was estimated that she was calling her to push the swing for Tang Yiling.

Zhang Miao strode over to the end of the swing, and the aunt at the door opened the iron door and carefully reported the flowers to the door.

Yan Chengmo next door just opened the bronze iron door and walked out, such a large bouquet of red roses was put on the ground by his aunt, he looked at it puzzled, only to realize that this was Tang Yiling who did not allow him to collect flowers, it is estimated that someone else sent flowers to Tang Yiling, Tang Yiling blasted out, he watched his aunt put down the bouquet of flowers, the corners of his mouth curled, he knew that Tang Yiling would not like flowers, how hypocritical it is to send flowers, love is in action in the heart, it is better to make a delicious meal!

Yan Cheng locked the bronze iron door of his house, and after taking two steps, he heard Tang Yiling's voice.

"Wait······"

Yan Chengmo thought that Tang Yiling was looking for him, if he was looking for him to get food, he wouldn't be impossible!

"Wait, wait······" Tang Yiling came out towards the red iron door, and she saw a large bouquet of red roses, and there were cards on the door.

"Oh, how can you not see such a big bouquet of flowers!" Tang Yiling said that she went over and opened the door, the door was recognized by her pupils, she aimed her face, and the door popped open by itself.

"Wow······" Tang Yiling hugged the red roses, the white velvet pajamas, and the red roses, forming a stark contrast, and Yan Chengmo, who was in the black casual winter coat next door, was sad.

"Maybe there's a bomb!" Yan Chengmo said, Tang Yiling found that he was standing next to the bronze iron door in the dark.

Zhang Miao listened to the bomb, and she also looked next door, just like she thought.

Tang Yiling glanced at him, and lowered his head again to smell the fragrance of flowers: "There is a card at the door, I'll take a look at ······"