She turned bad

Chapter 150
"Go and ask the florist to go. I'll ask my aunt to help you 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 was unexpectedly obedient!
"Good job, hard work!"

"Mr. Yan, you're being polite." The leader of the florist nodded politely in response, then turned his head and continued to guide the ladies and sisters to work on the flower arrangement.

"Hey? You???" Tang Yiling said to Yan Chengmo who was walking 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 naturally he was anxious to keep up.

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

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

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

"Yan Chengmo, what are you doing? This is my home!" Tang Yiling yelled, but Yan Chengmo's long legs suddenly stepped up to the second floor, and Zhang Miao went out of the living room to offer water to the florist... ··
Even Zhang Miao, her iron friend, is no longer iron. No one will help Miss Tang?
Tang Yiling was helpless at the moment, as if shouting that every day should not be answered, and that the ground was not working, 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 stairs, but Tang Yiling blocked him: "Yan Chengmo, what are you doing with my flowers!"

"threw."

Tang Yiling came up and said with a pink mouth, "No!"

Yan Chengmo faced Tang Yiling at the stairs, and put his arms around Tang Yiling's waist with one hand, carried her upstairs to the living room to stand firmly, and slammed her against the wall.

Tang Yiling had thousands of words in his heart, and at this moment, his beating heart was disrupted, and his head was also blankly looking at his handsome face. Although Yan Chengmo had single eyelids, he was really good.

Her eyes stayed fixed on him who was close to her, with a straight nose bridge and delicate skin, as the distance got closer and closer, her eyes gradually looked into his pupils, and the eyes began to communicate...

Yan Chengmo stared at Tang Yiling's hair in a daze for a while, his Adam's apple twitched, disrupting Tang Yiling's fantasies about him: "Yan Chengmo, don't try to be a hooligan again, I don't agree... ·”

The lips are close to each other, a hot current rushes to the tip of the tongue, throat, blood...

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

Tang Yiling obviously didn't intend to let Yan Chengmo approach her again, and obviously hated Yan Chengmo for being a hooligan to her, but at this moment her body couldn't summon the strength to resist Yan Chengmo.

and--

Her head is held by his hands, her toes are trying to stand on tiptoe, and her upper body is completely at the mercy of his rhythm...

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 hot and soft lips.

The two thumping hearts were gradually pulled apart, he watched her blushing, and her round eyes deliberately lowered her head and glanced around...

The corner of his mouth, which was covered with her saliva, was rising in satisfaction, his arms loosened her waist with peace of mind, Danfeng stared at her coldly: "Your house, you can only let me in and put my flowers, remember!"

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

Saying that, Yan Chengmo let go of Tang Yiling who was pinned to the wall by the wall, he strode away from the escalator and went down the stairs, holding the bouquet of red and old-fashioned red roses in his hand, and threw it viciously into the trash can far away!
Tang Yiling pressed his back against the wall, pursed his lips that were still hot for a long time, and folded his arms around his chest for a long time, unable to relax...
"Miss Tang, where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhang Miao has been observing Tang Yiling for a long time, and there is something wrong with Tang Yiling who is in a state of perfection. Greetings.

"Huh?" Tang Yiling turned to look at Zhang Miao, then turned and went back to the room.After closing the door, she covered her hot cheeks, why did she let Yan Chengmo play hooligans just now! ! !
Why not punch him and kick him! ! !
Die, die, die...
Tang Yiling buried her head in the quilt, and his smell lingered on her lips, but she didn't seem to think of brushing her teeth and washing her face, she just buried her head in the quilt and asked why...

After the third day...

The winter in Qingshan City is not too cold, and the sun shines warmly.

Tang Yiling picked up the phone, only to realize that the message to Wen Jun yesterday had not been sent. She looked in the direction of the bedroom door, and the rose bouquet outside the living room had been thrown away, so she also deleted the typed text. Throw down the phone and go downstairs.

Tang Yiling was wearing a beige winter wool one-piece dress today. She searched for a long time before finding this dress that the original host bought before. Recently, she seems to have gradually become fond of milky white clothes, and not so fond of bright red and purple ones.

She wore a head of neat yellow hair, and the yard slowly filled with flowers was actually cleaned up by the group of florists. These seemingly cheap flowers like straws suddenly became the yard of the deep forest flower fairy.

On the opposite side of and around where she often swings, there are comfortable flowers piled up, some flowers are piled up into arches, and some flowers seem to be scattered, but they are very comfortable when you look closely. No matter how you look at them, you think these flowers are long Those in the yard are not like flower arrangements.

Tang Yiling looked at it comfortably, while walking around the flower arch, walking around a few times, her yard was so beautiful with flower arrangements that she couldn't believe it.

She sighed deeply, she really didn't believe that she lived in modern times, it was really enjoyable visually, in ancient imperial palaces, only concubines who were loved by the emperor could enjoy this kind of treatment...

"Huh..." Tang Yiling finally sat on the swing full of flowers, and Zhang Miao behind her pushed her on the swing naturally as usual...
"I was wrong yesterday. I shouldn't have let these flowers come in." Zhang Miao lowered 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 yard. Hua, looking at Hua must be as uncomfortable as looking at Yan Chengmo.

Zhang Miao really doesn't know how much Tang Yiling hates Yan Chengmo, knowing that she didn't let the masters carry flowers in yesterday...
"It's okay." Tang Yiling responded with a slight smile.

Zhang Miao felt that Tang Yiling was concerned about her feelings. She would deliberately pay attention to Yan Chengmo in the future, and would not put anything related to Yan Chengmo in it. Being her own master, she also felt uncomfortable as a personal assistant.

"Flowers are here again..." The auntie housekeeper watched the little brother put down the bouquet and left. The auntie went out and said loudly with the flowers, deliberately letting Miss Tang, who was swinging on the swing, hear whether to accept it or not !
Zhang Miao and Tang Yiling saw the other side of the red iron gate at the same time, Zhang Miao planned to go over to see who sent it, and saw that it was a red rose, so it was probably not from Yan Chengmo.

Tang Yiling saw that the red roses were similar to yesterday's. She turned her eyes away and looked back at her own flowers. Yan Chengmo would only deliver them by truck, not such a bouquet, and it was tacky!
"From now on, only Chengmo's flowers can be released in the yard, and other people's flowers should not be put in the yard." Tang Yiling said slowly.

Ah? ? ?
(End of this chapter)