She turned bad

Chapter 152 Famous Flowers Have Owners
Zhang Miao stared fiercely at the back of Wenjun's head, who didn't know, if he said whether he could pursue him, he actually meant that I wanted to be your boyfriend.

"Can't you see that the famous flower has an owner!" A man said in a calm voice.

When Zhang Miao was caught off guard, a black figure appeared behind her. She turned her head and saw that it was Yan Chengmo!

"Yan Chengmo?" Tang Yiling said in surprise, how did he come in?
"This is?" Wen Jun politely turned around and glanced at Yan Chengmo who came in the black figure full of sadness. Of course he knew this man. This is the male chef of Yan Mo's private restaurant. When he first met Tang Yiling Here comes the man.

Sure enough, this man is also pursuing Tang Yiling!

"" Bring an extra serving of bowls and chopsticks! "Zhang Miao went over to tell her auntie, who immediately went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, and put them neatly in front of Yan Chengmo.

When Auntie wanted to help serve eight-treasure porridge, Yan Chengmo's sharp eyes stared at Auntie obediently put down the empty bowl, and left as if saving her life.

Tang Yiling seemed to ask Yan Chengmo how he came in, but with the empty bowl in front of Yan Chengmo, and Yan Chengmo's eyes staring at her for granted, she thought for a long time, why she served it for him, she is not a daughter Missy!

However, the visitor is a guest, forget it.

Tang Yiling put down the spoon in her hand, picked up Yan Chengmo's ceramic bowl sitting beside her, and personally helped him fill a bowl of soft and sticky eight-treasure porridge.

When Tang Yi was serving eight-treasure porridge, Yan Chengmo looked at Wenjun sitting opposite him with superior eyes!
Wen Jun's forehead was cold, how could Tang Yiling be his girlfriend!
Wenjun emptied a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. He was not full at first, but at this juncture, he couldn’t serve eight-treasure porridge by himself. Isn’t this setting off the majesty of Yan Chengmo!
"Mr. Wen, let's go back when we're full." Yan Chengmo ate slowly, spoonful after spoonful of black rice eight-treasure porridge.

Wenjun just listened silently, Tang Yiling is the master, Yan Chengmo is nothing, he is just a cook, what right does he have to drive him away here!
Tang Yiling wanted to say something, but Yan Chengmo stuffed a spoonful of black rice eight-treasure porridge into her mouth. It was so sweet that she could only chew and swallow it.

She still wanted to say something to Wen Jun, but Yan Chengmo turned her face to look at him again: "How does it taste?"

"Sweet." She replied boringly, Yan Chengmo was too boring, she twisted his hard palm away.

"Mr. Wen didn't eat enough dog food!" Yan Chengmo smiled and looked at Wen Jun opposite: "Oh, by the way, are the flowers in the yard beautiful? I will let auntie take you out to admire them later."

Wenjun's mouth became more and more sour, and finally he had to stand up and say goodbye to Tang Yiling politely.

"I'm going to send one..."

"I'll go." Yan Chengmo pressed Tang Yiling to sit down, he got up and followed Wen Jun's back, and when he arrived at the door, Yan Chengmo put his hands generously on the door: "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing."

Wen Jun stopped listening and looked back at Yan Chengmo.

"The flowers you sent were too red and didn't match the flowers in this yard, so I threw them away instead of Yi Ling. If Mr. Wen minds, I'll give you a bouquet myself." Yan Chengmo said, clenching his muscles.

Wenjun felt his fists itch when he heard it, he seemed to step forward to fight, just like when he was singled out when he was a student, but Wenjun's maturity suppressed his emotions, and quickly calmed himself down, he closed his eyes for a while, then slightly Open, smile politely, and stride away.

The aunt at the side cleared her throat and woke up Yan Chengmo who was in deep thought. Yan Chengmo lowered his arms and strode back.

Auntie closed the door. If these things were half a week ago, Mr. Tang must have been reported. Now that Mr. Tang has just relaxed, there are men of this kind starting to come in front of the red villa. It seems that the girl still has to be careful. !

When Yan Chengmo returned, he secretly punched Zhang Miao who was smiling.

Zhang Miao pretended nothing happened, and stood guard with a calm expression.

"Yan Chengmo, how did you come in?" Seeing Yan Chengmo returning, Tang Yiling immediately put down the ceramic bowl in his hand and made a ping-pong sound.

Yan Chengmo seemed even angrier, and pulled Tang Yiling up to the second floor.

"Yan Chengmo..." Tang Yiling called Yan Chengmo, but Yan Chengmo simply picked up his struggling body and carried him up to the second floor.

"Yan..." Tang Yiling just opened his mouth, Yan Chengmo's nose touched her, and as long as she moved again, the gas would be sprayed on his face.

"From now on, only I can control your house and your people. Do you understand?" Yan Chengmo said, his lips gradually approaching her...

This handsome face was imagining a hot kiss, but was slapped by Tang Yiling, and his face was icy cold with a "slap", until the bottom of his heart...
Yan Chengmo turned his face to one side, blinked his eyes, the two of them kept facing each other, toes to toes, clearly in front of their eyes, but their hearts were so far away, the air between them was stiff for a long time...

When Zhang Miao downstairs heard the movement, it was impossible for Yan Chengmo to hit someone, right?

Zhang Miao didn't care if Ms. Tang hit someone, but Yan Chengmo felt that she hit Ms. Tang, and Zhang Miao was the first to kill Yan Chengmo!

Zhang Miao was ready at the stairs, and if there was any more noise, she would rush up, but Zhang Miao's ears were still quiet after waiting for a long time!
The anger in Tang Yiling's heart vented out with that slap. After a long time of calm, she finally spoke: "When did I promise you to do this to me!"

Yan Chengmo clenched his masseter muscles and came over to hug Tang Yiling, but it seemed impossible, Tang Yiling's eyes were cold, the longer he looked directly into her eyes, the colder his heart became.

His Adam's apple twitched, and he uttered the words "be my girlfriend" straight and diagonally.

With a "snap", Yan Chengmo was also slapped on the other side of the face. Hearing the words "be my girlfriend", Tang Yiling's anger rose again.

Yan Chengmo was clearly able to dodge, but he stood in front of her and let her beat him without crying out for pain.

Tang Yiling looked at his face, the red marks became more and more obvious, she still couldn't help but think in her mind, she was kissed forcibly by him the day before yesterday, with the kiss from a while ago, this time it was her one time.Seeing the marks on his face really made her feel happy.

But her nose was a little sore. At this moment, how much she wanted to ride that old horse at the foot of the mountain.

But this is modern times, there are no horses at home, and there is no foot of the mountain where you can ride a horse in Qingshan City, only her hands are still strong.

"Get out!" Her voice was trembling, but she tried her best to suppress it. She wanted to say "don't let me see you again" and other break-up words, but her voice was trembling, and she was about to collapse emotionally. Yan Chengmo would misunderstand that she was interested in him, so she just looked away silently, waiting for Yan Chengmo to leave by herself.

Tang Yiling looked at Yan Chengmo's leaving back, feeling disgusted in his heart, Zhang Miao hurried up and looked at the angry Miss Tang, Zhang Miao regretted letting Yan Chengmo off again.

"Miss Tang, why..."

"Don't make eight-treasure porridge in the morning, it's disgusting!" Tang Yiling said, secretly licking off the two streams of water on his cheeks, and grasping the numb palms.

"Yes, I'll go over and tell the kitchen aunt." Zhang Miao said and turned around.

"Wait." Tang Yiling calmed down, "Check it out, whoever said that Cheng Mo came in, let her face the wall at our door and think about it until she wakes up."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)