"You will call the florist to leave, and I will ask my aunt to help carry the flowers to your house!" Tang Yiling walked to his garden and said, Yan Chengmo listened and went to the florist.

Tang Yiling breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Yan Chengmo would not be obedient, but he didn't expect it to be unexpectedly obedient!

"Get it well, hard work!"

"Mr. Yan is polite." The florist leader nodded politely in response, and then turned his head to continue to guide the young ladies in the floral affairs.

"Huh? You??? Tang Yiling said silently to Yan Cheng who came over, but Yan Cheng didn't listen to her, and he didn't walk towards her, but towards Zhang Miao in the living room.

Tang Yiling was ignored, so he was naturally in a hurry to keep up.

"Where's the red bouquet?" Yan Chengmo said expressionlessly.

Zhang Miao moved her lips and whispered "living room on the second floor", and then she smiled at the figure of Miss Tang who rushed in behind Mr. Yan, as if she had nothing to say.

Tang Yiling didn't know what medicine Zhang Miao and Yan Chengmo bought in the gourd, and between Yan Chengmo's footsteps went up to the second floor!

"What are you doing? This is my home! Tang Yiling shouted, but Yan Chengmo's long legs suddenly stepped up to the second floor, and Zhang Miao walked out of the living room and offered water to the florist······

Even Tieyou Zhang Miao is not iron, no one helps her Miss Tang?

Tang Yiling was helpless at the moment, it seemed that he should not shout every day, and he couldn't shout on the ground, so he could only run up to see what Yan Chengmo wanted to do!

Yan Chengmo picked up the red bouquet and walked towards the staircase, but Tang Yiling blocked him: "Yan Chengmo, what are you doing with my flowers!" ”

"Thrown."

Tang Yiling walked up and pouted with a pink mouth and said, "Not allowed!" ”

Yan Chengmo faced Tang Yiling at the staircase, hugged Tang Yiling's waist with one hand, and stood firm in the living room, knocking her against the wall.

Tang Yiling had a thousand words in his heart, and at this moment he was disrupted by his beating heart, and his head was also looking at his handsome face blankly, although Yan Chengmo had a single eyelid, it was really good.

Her eyes stayed on him close to her, the bridge of her nose was straight, her skin was delicate, and the distance was getting closer and closer, and her eyes gradually looked at his pupils, and her eyes began to make contact······

Yan Chengmo was in a daze for a while at Tang Yiling's fragrance, and his Adam's apple moved, disrupting Tang Yiling's fantasy about him: "Yan Chengmo, don't want to be a hooligan again, I don't agree ······"

Lips close to lips, a stream of heat, gushing to the tip of the tongue, throat, blood······

Two young bodies, a soul that misses each other day and night, are all restless!

Tang Yiling obviously didn't plan to let Yan Chengmo get close to her again, she obviously hated Yan Chengmo for playing hooligan to herself, but at this moment, her body couldn't raise the strength to fight Yan Chengmo.

and—

The back of her head was in his hands, her toes trying to stand on her tiptoes, her upper body completely at his pace······

Yan Chengmo felt Tang Yiling's rapid breathing, and also felt that her fiery body temperature was still rising······

His soul was satisfied, and his lips gradually loosened from her red, soft lips.

The two pounding hearts gradually pulled apart, and he looked at her face flushed, and her round eyes deliberately looked down and looked around······

The corners of his mouth stained with her saliva were rising with satisfaction, his arm was relieved to loosen her waist, and Danfeng stared at her coldly: "Your house, you can only let me come in and put my flowers, remember!" ”

Tang Yiling's soul hadn't been able to extricate himself from the deep and fiery exchange just now, his eyes turned to look at another place in panic, how dare he look directly at Yan Chengmo!

Saying that, Yan Chengmo let go of Tang Yiling, who was being knocked on the wall, he strode away from the escalator and walked down the stairs, holding the bouquet of red roses in his hand, and threw them into the trash can far away!

Tang Yiling leaned his back against the wall, pursed his lips that were still hot for a long time, and hugged his arms to his chest for a long time, unable to relax······

"Miss Tang, are you uncomfortable there?" Zhang Miao has been observing Tang Yiling for a long time, and there is really something wrong with Tang Yiling, she thought that Tang Yiling was suffering from the cold, so she looked at Miss Tang in a daze for almost half an hour, Zhang Miao still stepped forward to greet her.

"Huh?" Tang Yiling turned his head to look at Zhang Miao, and then turned around and went back to the room. After closing the door, she covered her hot cheeks, why did she let Yan Chengmo play hooligan just now!!

Why not punch him and kick him in the foot!!

Lost to death······

Tang Yiling buried her head in the quilt, leaving his smell on her lips, but she didn't seem to think of brushing her teeth and washing her face, just buried her head in the quilt and asked why······

After the third day······

Winter in Aoyama City is not too cold, and the sun shines warmly.

Tang Yiling picked up her mobile phone, only to find that the message she called Wen Jun yesterday had not been sent, she looked at the direction of the bedroom door, the bouquet of roses outside the living room had been thrown away, she also deleted the typed text, threw down the mobile phone and went downstairs.

Tang Yiling is wearing an off-white winter woolen one-piece dress today, she searched for a long time to find this skirt that the original host had bought before, she seems to have gradually liked milky white clothes recently, and she doesn't like red and purple so much.

She wore a neat yellow hair, and the yard slowly filled with flowers was actually cleaned up a little by the group of florists, and these flowers, which seemed to be as cheap as straw, suddenly became the yard of the flower fairy in the deep forest.

On the opposite side and around the swing where she often swings, there are comfortable flowers piled up, some flowers are piled up into arches, and some flowers seem to be scattered and untidy, but they are very comfortable to look at, no matter how you look at them, you can feel that these flowers are grown in the yard, not like floral decorations.

Tang Yiling watched comfortably while walking back and forth in the flower arch, walking a few laps, and her yard was so beautiful with flowers that she couldn't believe it.

She sighed deeply, she really didn't believe that living in modern times, it was really too enjoyable visually, and only the imperial concubine who was favored by the emperor could enjoy this kind of treatment in the ancient palace······

"Hoo ······" Tang Yiling finally sat on the swing full of flowers, and Zhang Miao behind her naturally pushed her on the swing as usual······

"Yesterday I was wrong, I shouldn't have let these flowers in." Zhang Miao bowed her head and apologized while helping Tang Yiling push the swing, she looked at Miss Tang and sighed a few times, she must be dissatisfied with the flowers in this yard, looking at the flowers must be as uncomfortable as looking at Yan Chengmo.

Zhang Miao really didn't know how much Tang Yiling hated Yan Chengmo, and knew that she didn't let the masters carry flowers in yesterday······

"It's fine." Tang Yiling responded with a slight smile.

Zhang Miao felt that Tang Yiling was concerned about her feelings, and she would deliberately pay attention to Yan Chengmo in the future, and nothing related to Yan Chengmo would be put in, and she would not feel good about her own master as a personal assistant.

"Another flower is ······" The housekeeper aunt watched the little brother put down the bouquet and left, the aunt went out to hold the flowers and said loudly, deliberately letting Miss Tang, who was swinging, hear, whether to accept it or not!

This Zhang Miao and Tang Yiling saw the other end of the red iron gate at the same time, Zhang Miao planned to go over to see who sent it, looking at the red roses, it is estimated that it will not be sent by Yan Chengmo.

Tang Yiling looked at the red roses that were almost the same as yesterday's, her eyes were withdrawn and she came back to admire her own flowers, Yan Chengmo would only send them by truck, not such a bouquet, and it was cheesy!

"In the future, only the flowers that are silent can be put in the yard, and other people's flowers should not be put in the yard." Tang Yiling said slowly.

Yes???