yellow sorghum

"Hello, Liam."

When Liam received Yu Minglang's call, his expression was disbelieving, and he howled excitedly for a long time: "Yu, is that you? Is it really you?"

Yu Minglang replied patiently: "Yes."

Liam was always a talker, before Yu Minglang could open his mouth, he chirped: "I'm doing well here, you don't have to worry..."

He asked and answered himself, and he was very happy alone.

"Fortunately, the old man still has a bit of conscience, and he didn't put me in those government agencies. You also know that my character can't stay in it for an hour. It's a fucking place."

"And do you know my uncle? He took Ivanov there too. I thought Ivanov was going back with me, but he sent me on the plane and disappeared."

"But it's just right that he's gone, and my father can't control me."

Liam laughed happily: "Do you think he regretted sending me back? I heard him tell my mother the other day that he might as well throw me to China..."

Yu Minglang was obviously not in the mood to share these daily trivial things with Liam, when Liam brought up the dog at home, he finally couldn't help interrupting him: "Liam, do me a favor."

Zhu Ya became visibly irritable. She moved the engagement ceremony of the two of them a lot earlier. The Zhu family sent people over to discuss it. When participating in any link, he was only informed of how long his engagement ceremony was and related matters, and then he followed Yu Zhengyan's arrangement to go through the process and prepare the dress.

His date with Zhu Ya was still going on, and the girl seemed to be completely unaffected by that incident, still the same as before.

"Miss Zhu wants to marry me that much?"

In the western restaurant with an elegant environment, Zhu Ya's hand cutting the steak slightly paused. She was dressed differently today, and even tied a pink ribbon on her wrist. When she raised her hand, the pink ribbon followed her movements. Hearing what Yu Minglang said, he wasn't annoyed, he just smiled and said, "Minglang, the dress is ready, someday you can accompany me to see it."

"I thought the Zhu Ya I knew was not like this."

Suddenly there was a piercing "stab" sound from the opposite side, and the knife slashed across the plate very hard, and the beef became horrible.

Zhu Ya's eyelashes drooped. A few seconds later, she put down the tableware in her hands, and gracefully picked up the napkin to wipe her mouth. The dark red nail polish on her fingers fluctuated with her movements: "I changed my mind, Mingming, are you okay later, let's go and see later."

Yu Minglang could obviously refuse, but he still smiled and nodded in agreement.

This meal was not pleasant, Zhu Ya was sullen and said nothing, she took Yu Minglang's arm when he got up, the two of them were like a pair of lovers.

When they arrived at the dress shop, Zhu Ya was obviously a regular customer in this shop, and all the shop assistants knew her. As soon as they saw her coming in, someone ran up and called enthusiastically: "Miss Zhu."

The clerk smiled and said, "We can help you deliver the clothes to your home, so why bother to make another trip."

Zhu Ya put her hand on Yu Minglang's arm: "I want my fiancé to come and see it too."

The clerk had noticed Yu Minglang a long time ago, but he didn't know their identities, so he couldn't say anything. Hearing Zhu Yayi's words, the clerk immediately praised with professionalism: "So this is Miss Zhu's fiance! He's so talented and beautiful!"

Yu Minglang hummed, pushed her hand away calmly, and sat on the sofa in the store by himself, flipping through the magazine in his hand.

Zhu Ya glanced at him and said to the clerk, "Let's go."

She was brought in by the clerk, and the newly made clothes were hung in the innermost part. Ten minutes later, the clerk who started to serve Zhu Ya came out of the fitting room and said to him: "Sir, Miss Zhu has changed, let you Go in and have a look."

After trying it out, Yu Minglang put down the magazine in his hand and walked in. The clerk didn't follow him in, but just told him that he was in the innermost room.

He walked in, turned a corner, and saw Zhu Ya wearing a long white dress that dragged the floor with her back facing him, revealing a slender neck and a large snow-white back. Standing in front of the mirror, she obviously saw Yu Minglang, who was behind him, turned around, tugged at the hem of his skirt, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Yu Minglang stared at the floral flowers floating with the chiffon on the skirt, and nodded expressionlessly.

Obviously perfunctory, the expectation in Zhu Ya's eyes faded a bit.

She suddenly looked at the hem of her skirt, and said to Yu Minglang: "Minglang, can you fix the hem of the skirt for me? I can't bend down..."

The voice sounded pitiful, Yu Minglang stepped forward and got closer to her, before he had time to bend down, Zhu Ya suddenly rushed up and hugged him.

"Don't push it away!"

She took a deep breath and tightened her hands a little more.

Yu Minglang frowned, he obviously felt the girl's chest squeezed against his chest, which made him feel a little disgusted.

"Minglang..." Zhu Ya's voice weakened, she said, "You haven't taken the initiative to hug me yet..."

"open."

Yu Minglang didn't respond, only his eyelids moved, and he felt the hands on his body embrace him with greater strength.

Zhu Ya's voice muffled from the front of his shirt, and she repeated: "You haven't hugged me yet..."

I don't know why she suddenly went crazy, Yu Minglang took a deep breath, touched her shoulder, and was about to push her away.

"Why do you dislike me?"

Zhu Ya looked up at him, her eyes full of pain.

She is beautiful, she is excellent, she is good at everything, why is she not favored by Yu Minglang?

"Zhu Ya, if you don't like it, you just don't like it. You can't force it." Yu Minglang just felt that he couldn't reason with her. "I wanted to confess that matter to you later, but you..."

"Feel sorry……"

Zhu Ya trembled when she heard the apology, and when she raised her eyes again, tears filled her eyes, her lips trembled, and she slowly said, "Scumbag."

Yu Minglang: "Yes."

The next second, Zhu Ya suddenly stood on her tiptoes, and hugged Yu Minglang's neck with her arms, wanting to kiss him, but Yu Minglang was caught off guard, and the moment someone approached her, she subconsciously pushed her with her hand, turning her face to the side , but it was still a bit late, honey-colored lipstick brushed his cheeks, leaving an ambiguous red mark.

"you!"

Zhu Ya fell to the ground, covered her eyes with her hands, and began to cry softly, her makeup faded away, how could she be so sweet at the beginning, wearing this beautiful dress, she looked gorgeous and miserable, Yu Minglang's anger dissipated Most of the time, he wiped off the lip gloss on his face with the back of his hand: "Miss Zhu, I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you."

He lifted his feet and left under the suspicious eyes of the clerk, regardless of what happened to the woman or how she would be viewed by others.

When Qi Sen came to pick him up, he was standing under the street lamp in a daze, his palm-sized face was full of melancholy.

"You came."

Yu Minglang showed a smile, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, but there was still no brilliance in his eyes.

Qi Sen fastened his seat belt and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Minglang turned his head to look at him, blinked a few times, as if hesitating what to say: "Hmm... Maybe it's guilt."

Unexpectedly, Qi Sen suddenly approached, and that handsome face was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.

Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to touch his face, but Qi Sen stopped him: "Wait!"

Qi Sen's frown became deeper and deeper, too serious, Yu Minglang couldn't hold back his laughter, Qi Sen's rough fingers brushed his cheek, and put his fingers in front of Yu Minglang's eyes: "What is this?"

Yu Minglang was taken aback for a moment, Qi Sen could vaguely see something bright in color, slightly reddish on his finger, oh...it was Zhu Ya who rubbed it up just now, he felt guilty for a while, and leaned back uncomfortably: "That's right. The lip gloss... accidentally rubbed it on..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, because Qi Sen's face darkened at a very fast speed, Yu Minglang: "Ahem, don't be like this..."

scary...

Qi Sen didn't say a word and got up to look for something, and finally found a pack of toilet paper from the interlayer, pulled out two sheets fiercely, pressed them there, pursed his lips and rubbed it for about a minute.

Now Yu Minglang was not happy, he went to grab Qi Sen's hand: "It's really just a rub!"

Qi Sen's movements stopped, but his eyes still made people feel guilty, dark and terrible, he stared at the small piece of rubbed red skin, the color had long since disappeared on the paper, and he changed the wet tissue to rub it again. Seeing that the people under him resisted really fiercely, he threw the things in his hands, held down Yu Minglang's two arms, and kissed them, his lips stuck there, first licked, and then Rubbing there with his lips fiercely, rubbing and sucking.

Yu Minglang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and let him dawdle there for more than half a minute: "Okay?"

Qi Sen got up again, the murderousness in his eyes dissipated a lot, the next second, he leaned up again, kissed Yu Minglang's lips precisely, his hands no longer fixed Yu Minglang's arm, and turned around to embrace it. He sucked affectionately on the back of his head, and waited until Yu Minglang was out of breath from the kiss, then he stuck his tongue in to make trouble.

There was a smile on the corner of Yu Minglang's mouth, he obediently embraced Qi Sen's neck, and deepened the kiss.

When the two separated, they were both out of breath, and Yu Minglang stared at him with watery eyes: "Qisen, Zhu Ya and I are getting engaged..."

Qi Sen's body stiffened for a moment, Yu Minglang continued: "You know that, right."

The entire Zhu family was the first to know about it, so it was impossible for Qi Sen not to know about it.

Hearing this, most of the warmth on Qi Sen's face dissipated. He silently let go of Yu Minglang and sat in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

He poured a ladle of cold water on the atmosphere that had finally heated up, and it instantly cooled down.

Yu Minglang lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and said in a low voice, "It's just an engagement..."

There was a trace of pain in Qi Sen's eyes, he pressed his hand on his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mingming, I don't blame you."