Zhang Miao was surprised for a moment, trying to digest Miss Tang's words in her mind, but she was still worried that Tang Yiling would say the opposite, so she deliberately repeated: "Only Mr. Yan's flowers can be put in the yard, right?" ”

After speaking, Zhang Miao was carefully staring at Tang Yiling's demeanor, Miss Tang was smiling with a red face and nodding slightly.

Ahh

"Yes." The corners of Zhang Miao's mouth rose, it turned out that Mr. Yan had dealt with Miss Tang, and he said it earlier, so that Zhang Miao couldn't sleep well last night, thinking that this pair of mandarin ducks was yellow!

Zhang Miao went out and asked her aunt to throw the flowers into the trash.

Auntie didn't understand why she threw such a nice bouquet······

"Let you throw it away, only one person's flowers can be collected in the yard in the future, other people's flowers are too cheesy, and they are not worthy of the noble floral arrangement of the yard!"

Oooh oh······

The aunt hurriedly threw the bouquet in the trash, and when she ran back, the aunt laughed as easily as she had freed a bomb.

A more relaxed expression should be the old man with the bronze iron door, he himself didn't expect that Yan Chengmo would either not send it, but would send a truckload, it was really the face of Changyan's family!

Didn't disgrace the northerners!

Yan Chengmo worked in Yan Mo's private restaurant with peace of mind, but the news of his sending flowers the day before yesterday had already spread inside and outside the kitchen.

"Boss, I don't understand how you managed to get a truckload of flowers······ Lin Dawu muttered while washing the creamy strawberries that had been airlifted.

Lin Gang shook his head: "Yes, the florist in Qingshan City is still invited, but you can get a truckload of flowers and go to Kun Ming to pull them back directly?" ”

Yan Chengmo listened to these gossips, and wanted to look at Zhao Xuan for the first time, but Zhao Xuan was stared at uncomfortably, so he quickly stepped back and went over to pull Lin Dawu's chef uniform, so that Lin Dawu could shut up.

Lin Dawu was not so easy to control, not only did he keep his mouth shut, but he also turned around and got closer to Yan Chengmo, and was blocked by Zhao Xuan: "Zhao Xuan, you get out of the way, I'm going to ask, I've been holding it back for a few days, Xiao Liang is talking about how romantic the boss is every day, where can I get a big truck of flowers!" ”

"I can help you get it." Yan Chengmo said with a smile on his face, which made Lin Dawu look at Yan Chengmo with surprise and joy, and Zhao Xuan behind him came over and wanted to pull Yan Chengmo's collar.

However, Zhao Xuan's hand still took it, he knew that Yan Chengmo still owed him money, and he would not be so inexplicably generous.

"Really, really? Boss, then you can get a ······ for Xiao Liang I don't want a truck, just a small van of flowers, I guess Xiao Liang will scream so much that he will go back to the village with me to give birth. ”

Lin Dawu, who was speaking, looked back at the thin Lin Gang with a snicker, and knew that Boss Yan was a broad man!

The smile on Yan Chengmo's face was put away: "If you pay the fee." ”

Lin Gang laughed, but the happy smile on Lin Dawu's face disappeared, and he was still holding a red and big cream strawberry in his hand.

But before Yan Chengmo could speak, he was angry at the strawberry in Lin Dawu's hand: "The strawberry in your hand will be deducted from your salary this month." ”

"What?" Lin Dawu saw that the strawberries in his hand were still intact, "It's not broken." ”

"You have been talking for so long, it is all your saliva, can you still deliver it to the mouths of guests?" Yan Chengmo said while bowing his head and working.

Lin Dawu touched the chef's mask he was wearing: "Am I not wearing a mask?" ”

Lin Gang laughed and went to work, Zhao Xuan laughed and went to work, leaving Lin Dawu alone to secretly calculate the price of the big strawberry in his hand, this is a good breed of strawberry airlifted from Yunnan······

Wen Jun found that Tang Yiling did not reply to the phone, so he came to Qingteng Community early, and did not expect to see the red roses he sent in the trash can next to the red iron gate, Wen Jun's heart was half cooled like this winter wind.

But for a mature man like Wen Jun who has experienced wind and rain, the fact that the bouquet was thrown into the trash can by the girl was not enough to dampen his passion for pursuing the girl.

Wen Jun lingered at the door, and wanted to ring the doorbell, but the pupils of his eyes crashed into the flowers in the yard······

Wen Jun vaguely felt that someone was deliberately competing with him for Tang Yiling, and also, Tang Yiling, a sweet and cute girl, who likes it, and a girl who is pursued by many people, shows that he has a very good vision.

There will be a lot of good things to rob, not to mention good girls.

In this era, the proportion of singles is getting higher and higher, which means that he needs to work harder to pursue Tang Yiling!

Saying that, Wen Jun dialed Tang Yiling's phone, and when he dialed for the third time, Tang Yiling finally answered the phone: "Wen Jun ······"

"Hello, Yi Ling." Wen Jun tried his best to maintain normal feelings and speak, so that Tang Yiling would not notice his cool mood.

"You ······"

"I'm at your doorstep, can I go in and have a coffee?" Wen Jun said bluntly, how could he see Tang Yiling, because since he saw the news of the divorce between the Tang family and the Chen family, Wen Jun felt that his future wife was Tang Yiling, Tang Yiling had a purity and simplicity that ordinary women did not have, and a little straightforward.

"Huh?" Tang Yiling put his mobile phone on his chest, and went to look at the monitor in the bedroom, and there was indeed Wen Jun in white casual clothes standing outside the red iron door, the man with moderately long hair and slightly curly, no matter how he looked, he was very gentle and friendly, and there was no reason to refuse!

"Zhang Miao, let Wenjun come in and let Auntie make tea." Tang Yiling walked to the door and said to Zhang Miao, Zhang Miao, who was standing at the mouth of the escalator, nodded, and then walked down the stairs, Wenjun?

How could Zhang Miao sit still and wait to die?

Zhang Miao took out her mobile phone and sent a few words to Yan Chengmo: "Wen Jun came to visit home." ”

Tang Yiling smiled and went downstairs to meet Wen Jun, Wen Jun looked at Tang Yiling in a loose and comfortable white woolen dress, which was really very classical.

Tang Yiling smiled with a little heroic shyness······

Wen Jun saw it in the clouds, and his eyes were full of white fairy Tang Yiling.

"Have you had breakfast?" Tang Yiling went downstairs, slowly sat down opposite Wen Jun and asked, the aunt on the side helped make tea, Zhang Miao stood at the door of the living room, looking out of the garden from time to time, imagining that someone was ringing the doorbell outside the red iron door······

"No, isn't this coming to Yiling's house for breakfast!" After Wen Jun saw Tang Yiling, his face was full of smiles, and his cold heart just now was completely warmed.

"Congratulations on the spirit of the clothes back to freedom."

"Wenjun, don't make fun of me, this scandal is all over the city, I don't dare to go out half a step, don't laugh at it······" Tang Yiling said shyly, the matter of divorce has caused a storm in the city, let's get over this matter quickly.

"Yiling's accent has some ancient ······"

Tang Yiling interrupted him with his round eyes: "I like ancient Chinese literature, I just read a lot of ancient sayings." ”

"Zhang Miao, let Auntie serve two dishes and chopsticks."

"Yes."

Tang Yiling was playing eight-treasure porridge by himself, and Wen Jun, who was sitting opposite Tang Yiling, also made a bowl of black rice eight-treasure porridge, chatting with Tang Yiling very funny, while drinking soy milk and unsweetened eight-treasure porridge.

Tang Yiling doesn't like to add sugar, in ancient times, she was used to eating coarse tea and light rice, so she naturally ate some original things to have a sense of existence.

Wen Jun actually ate the eight-treasure porridge without sugar for the first time, and looked at Tang Yiling so docile: "Wen Jun dares to ask, can you pursue Miss Tang?" ”

"Huh?" Tang Yiling opened his mouth, and the half spoonful of eight-treasure porridge had not yet been put into his mouth.