Wang Lang was too lazy to argue with Sun Lingling, "I brought you what I promised you last time."

"What?" Sun Lingling was confused and couldn't remember what Wang Lang had promised her.

"I don't want Song Buwen's words? Don't let it go, I will sell it." Wang Lang was about to hang up the phone.

"Wang Lang, wait!" Sun Lingling hurriedly stabilized Wang Lang.

"Do you really have the word "Senior Song?" Sun Lingling asked again.

Wang Lang wanted to hang up the phone, but Sun Lingling said, "Where are you, I'll go find you."

"I'm on my way to your house."

"Okay, is the road congestion? Do you want me to drive my car to pick you up?" Sun Lingling said with concern.

Wang Lang smiled angrily, "It's like your car is no longer blocked when it comes. I won't say it anymore, I'll die, see you at home."

Before I could reach Sun Lingling's door, I saw Sun Lingling stretching her neck to look from afar. This woman really likes this thing from the bottom of her heart.

After getting off the car, Sun Lingling jumped over, wearing slippers and nightgown. When she ran, the wind blew, her two snow-white long legs appeared and faintly appeared.

Wang Lang sighed sincerely.

So fucking straight.

"Where are the things Wang Lang? What are you talking about?" Sun Lingling lay on the car window and looked into the car.

"I'm hungry and thirsty. You're treating the distinguished guests who give you words?" Wang Lang took off his airs.

Sun Lingling gritted her teeth and laughed, "Please come in, I will bring you tea and water."

When Wu's mother was sweeping the floor when she entered, Wang Lang greeted her.

"Ma Wu, how about introducing me to the partner? I'm waiting for your letter every day." Wang Lang smiled and smiled.

Wu Ma patted Wang Lang's arm gently, "You little brat, just try your best to eliminate Wu Ma. You don't even like Chairman Yilong. Can you like what Wu Ma introduced?"

Wang Lang took out his ears and grinned, "Look at what you said, everyone has their own preferences. I like those with big arms and round waists. Diligent, capable, down-to-earth, and too noble. I can't deserve it."

Sun Lingling smiled sinisterly and held a cup of tea hard in front of Wang Lang, "Drink tea."

Wang Lang crossed his legs, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Wang Xiaosi, you didn't lie to me, are you? If you lie to me, don't think about getting out of this door today." Sun Lingling held her arms and looked down at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang slowly drank tea, "This is the tea from the previous year, or I bought it from the southeast? The tea is okay, but the craftsmanship is a bit poor."

Sun Lingling was stunned for a moment, "Do you still understand tea?"

Wang Lang gently put down the teacup and said, "It's made up."

Sun Lingling wished she could strangle Wang Lang to death.

"Where is the word?" Sun Lingling asked.

"I'm hungry and want to eat the pastry I'm having that day, the one with a date in the middle." Wang Lang leaned against the sofa softly.

"Ma Wu will pick it up for you." Ma Wu turned around and left.

"No, no, no, no, Ma Wu, let her pick it up for me, I will only eat what she picked it up." Wang Lang smiled softly.

Sun Lingling gave Wang Lang a gentle smile. Finally, she brought Wang Lang a plate of pastries and stood it hard in front of Wang Lang, "Eat you to death."

Wang Lang slowly finished the pastry, wiped his hands, took a sip of tea slowly, and burped, "It's great."

Sun Lingling gritted her teeth, "Where is the word?"

Wang Lang sat up and touched it in his pocket for a long time, and finally threw the folded rice paper onto the table. Sun Lingling opened the rice paper in a doubt and found that it was the original work of Song Buwen.

But the whole piece of paper has been broken by Wang Lang.

This was a torture for Sun Lingling, who was like life. Sun Lingling rushed up angrily and pinched Wang Lang's neck, "You wasteful bastard, I'll kill you!"

Wang Lang leaned back with the flow, and Sun Lingling sat directly on Wang Lang.

The posture was a little weird, and Wang Lang reached out and patted Sun Lingling's butt.

With his neck tightly held tightly, Wang Lang said hoarsely, "It's so slick!"

Sun Lingling's face turned red, and she gritted her teeth and grabbed Wang Lang's neck and shook it up and down.

Wang Lang suddenly sat up. Sun Lingling spread her legs and sat on Wang's thighs, and her snow-white long legs were exposed from under her nightgown.

The two of them had even weirder postures.

Ma Wu turned around and left.

The distance between the tips of the two was only a few centimeters, and the nightgown was very loose. Wang Lang lowered his eyes and looked inside through the gap in his chest.

Wang Lang took out his ears, "It's so flat."

Hearing this, Sun Lingling's face turned redder, and she grabbed Wang Lang's neck and shook it hard, and she shook it desperately.

The door opened when the two were entangled, and a middle-aged man came in.

Because the back of the sofa chair is facing the door, the middle-aged man can only see Sun Lingling but not the person below Sun Lingling.

Because of the weird posture, middle-aged people cannot help but want to be wrong.

The middle-aged man turned his back and coughed heavily.

Sun Lingling came back to her senses and looked at the door, "Brother, are you back?"

The middle-aged man nodded, but still turned his back to Sun Lingling, "Lingling has brought her friends back."

Sun Lingling got up from Wang Lang, "No, a bastard, come and eat and drink." After getting up, she compared her middle finger to Wang Lang.

He picked up the word with distress. Sun Lingling couldn't be angry and raised her leg and kicked Wang Lang.

Wang Lang sat up and looked at the door, and found that the man looked a little familiar.

Sun Lingling sorted out her clothes and walked towards the door.

"Brother, why are you back?" Sun Lingling held the man's arm.

"Of course I got the good stuff and came back to show off for you." The middle-aged man smiled.

"What, let me see!" Sun Lingling urged.

The middle-aged man opened the box in his arms and took out two framed characters.

"This is Mr. Song's original work?" Sun Lingling said in surprise. "Brother, let's not hide it from you. Today, my friend also gave me a genuine work of Mr. Song."

"Really?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed.

Sun Lingling nodded, reached out to take another character, opened it and looked at it, and when she looked at that character, Sun Lingling was a little confused for a moment.

"Brother, who wrote this? I read this word too much, and I actually felt like standing in the sky and watching the gods rub clouds." Sun Lingling grabbed the word tightly.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "This is written by an expert I met today. It's so amazing and not old. He seems to have a lot of relationship with Senior Song. He went to my restaurant for dinner today. I asked him to write it for me."

"Brother, why didn't he leave his name?" Sun Lingling asked.

The middle-aged man sighed, "He left after he finished writing. I was still immersed in the artistic conception of the words. After coming to my senses, the others have disappeared. I only remember his name."

"What is his name?" Sun Lingling asked.

"Wang Lang." The middle-aged man gently stroked the words.

"Wang Lang?" Sun Lingling looked like a ghost.

"Why do you have this expression?" the middle-aged man smiled curiously.

Sun Lingling looked back at the sofa, and Wang Lang was slowly drinking tea.
Chapter completed!