She turned bad

Chapter 126 Why Did You Lie To You?
Tang Yiling finally managed to get rid of her marriage. Looking back, she was really exhausted in just a few months. She wanted to take a good rest, but with Yan Chengmo next door, she might not be able to do so.

"Dong dong dong..." Zhang Miao knocked on the door of her bedroom. Zhang Miao, who has been working here for the past few days, has a smile on her face every day. She doesn't want to be so dull and serious before, and she doesn't know her What are you laughing at? Anyway, it’s just a smirk.

But Zhang Mi knew that she was signed a ten-year work contract, and she was fired so many times, she was a blessing in disguise. In short, she was able to work in the Tang family for ten years. They are all very relieved.

It is better than an iron rice bowl. It is said that people who love to laugh will not be too unlucky, and those who are unlucky will not be able to laugh. That's right. During this period of time, Zhang Miao can't hold back the joy in his heart. It came to Hey Yo's cheeks.

Tang Yiling yawned, and walked out wearing a silky silk nightgown to open the door, and saw Zhang Miao's smirking face again: "Zhang Sanshui, what are you doing?"

Zhang Miao put away her smile and said seriously: "Miss Tang, Mr. Yan is looking for you!"

"It's coming again, leave him alone, send him away." Tang Yiling stretched her waist and turned back to the room after speaking. She was wearing a bright red nightgown, and the S-line of her figure could be seen faintly. When she yawned, her buttocks Even more warped.

Ever since Tang Yiling was kissed by Yan Chengmo last time, she had been deliberately keeping a distance from Yan Chengmo, men and women could not kiss each other, and she only flirted with him to get rid of marriage, and never liked him.

Well, I probably never liked him.

"If I help you get rid of your marriage, leave me alone!" Yan Chengmo appeared behind Zhang Miao.

Tang Yiling, who was about to close the door, was taken aback, quickly hid her bare feet behind the door, and poked her head out: "Yan Chengmo, you are crazy, why did you come to my house so early in the morning?"

"Send food." Yan Chengmo held up his proud multi-layered lunch box, he is a cook!
Zhang Miao lowered her head and secretly smirked, turned around and went down the stairs.

"Zhang Sanshui, why did you let him in!" Cursing at Zhang Miao's back, Tang Yiling, who was hiding behind the door, pulled on the lapel of his nightgown with one hand.

She saw that Yan Chengmo's mouth was also curled up, as if to laugh at her: "Yan Chengmo, you hurry up! If I want to eat, I will go to the restaurant by myself, and you don't need to send it to my house."

"Hurry up and change your clothes, come out and eat while it's hot." Yan Chengmo sat on the sofa on the second floor and arranged the meals he brought over one by one.

"This is my home, you leave quickly, do you hear me!"

"Who told you to be our VIP member!" Yan Chengmo put out the food with peace of mind, the aroma was bubbling...
Tang Yiling had no choice but to smell the aroma and whet his appetite. He hurried back and changed into a decent coat before coming out to sit down and eat.

"Look for me for something?" Tang Yiling asked while eating. Yan Chengmo had been looking for her repeatedly for so many days, so there must be something.

"I want to eat, let's talk after eating." Yan Chengmo looked at Tang Yiling's eating with eyes full of doting, what pleased him most was that Tang Yiling liked to eat very much, and would eat up everything he cooked with his own hands!
"Let's talk first!" Tang Yiling put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"..."

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Yan Chengmo took out a delicate and old pipe from the inside of his black coat, and put it on the table: "I found this pipe by accident, and the handwork is somewhat similar to my brother's slingshot."

"Help me take a look." Yan Chengmo said unhurriedly.

Tang Yiling supported his aching forehead: "I won't tell you if I know it, I have something supernatural."

"Help people to the end!" Yan Chengmo said, moving his head closer to Tang Yiling.

Tang Yiling's eyes rolled around, his head moved back slowly, and he had to be careful even when breathing, for fear that the sprayed gas might get on his face.

"Well, I'm blushing."

"No way!" Tang Yiling straightened his neck, took the pipe on the table and got up to leave the table.

Yan Chengmo rested his chin on his hand and looked at Tang Yiling who got up and looked uncomfortable. Why is she not as good as before...
So... In short, she is not as careless as before, as long as she gets close to her, she will blush.

After Tang Yiling took the pipe, she went to the bedroom to feel the pipe quietly, and turned the jade bracelet on her hand...

Yan Chengmo waited outside the sofa for a long time, and Tang Yiling finally came out.

Yan Chengmo'an couldn't bear to know the result, but Tang Yiling didn't say anything, just asked him where the pipe came from.

"You don't smell like my brother at all?" Yan Chengmo couldn't believe it.

"No, you're thinking too much." Tang Yiling dropped the pipe on the table, "You really want to find your brother."

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Yan Chengmo put away his pipe suspiciously, and seeing Tang Yiling eating heartlessly again, it didn't seem like a lie.So Yan Chengmo left the pipe in the trash can beside him.

Yan Chengmo would not say that he picked up this pipe at Tang Yiling's wedding, he really wanted to find his brother so much.

"The last time you said that the pipe smelled like my brother's, I went to the art street at the foot of Qingshan to inquire several times, but there was no result."

"Maybe I changed the bracelet and the sensor made a mistake." Tang Yiling drank the last mouthful of porridge and made some noises, making Yan Chengmo know that Tang Yiling had finished eating, and he had to pack his lunch box and leave.

When Yan Chengmo got up with a long lunch box, his eyes were still looking at the pipe in the trash can: "Is there really no smell of my brother?"

"Why lie to you!" Tang Yiling held her breath and pursed her lips, saying heartlessly.

When Yan Chengmo passed the escalator and went downstairs, he nodded to Zhang Miao, and then left.

Tang Yiling was still walking around in the living room, staring at Yan Chengmo. After she went downstairs dejectedly, she went to watch the monitor to make sure that after Yan Chengmo left the red iron gate, she came over and asked Zhang Miao to guard her so that no one would go upstairs to disturb her. .

"Yes, Ms. Tang." Zhang Miao responded, staring at Tang Yiling as he rummaged through the trash can nervously, then hid in the room without washing his hands and closed the door!
Miss Tang is really weird and unpredictable!

Tang Yiling was silent in the room, sensing the pipe she found out from the trash can just now, this time she really sensed the traces of Yan Chengmo's brother, what surprised her even more was that she could sense the traces of the pipe Picked it up at her wedding.

In this pipe, she could see a man with his head bowed silently working with wooden handicrafts. The man was about 30 years old, and he should probably be Yan Chengmo's brother.

Where did this pipe come from? Tang Yiling could only vaguely hear "art street". Isn't this the art street at the foot of Qingshan that Yan Chengmo just mentioned?
"Zhang Miao." Tang Yiling hurriedly changed into clothes and asked Zhang Miao to drive her to Qingshan Art Street.

Zhang Miao took Tang Yiling to the art street at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.

Here is a collection of all ethnic handicrafts, clay, weaving, and paper umbrellas...
"Looking for wooden handicrafts." Tang Yiling held his head high and searched from store to store, and asked Zhang Miao to help.

"Over there." Zhang Miao often came to climb the mountain with her classmates for three years in university. She is still very familiar with the art street at the foot of Qingshan. Although she doesn't like art, there are two shops selling wood. The products are very unique, and the categories of stores are basically not repeated. There are only three or four stores that make clothes, and there are only one or two stores that make accessories, and there are only one or two stores in each category.

This kind of real handmade art is becoming less and less, so the shop can't copy it at all.

(End of this chapter)