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Lan Ning was again said to be a big red face by a word of Confucianism. She felt strange that she knew that she was not so easy to blush before she knew the Confucian language. Now she is being criticized at any time.

She looked at the Confucian language and coughed twice as if she was disguised: "Teacher, have you heard of the word unrequited love? Unilateral heartbeat, don't fall in love, call unrequited love."

Confucian language: "..."

Sun Yimeng, who has been secretly listening to the corner of the wall, finally couldn’t help but sigh: "Fog grass, why don’t you both talk about the cross talk."

Her slight voice also caught the attention of Confucianism and Laning, and both of them looked at the direction she was hiding.

Sun Yimeng, who was caught in the bag, raised the watermelon in his hand and smiled at them: "Oh, you continue, I am just a crowd of melons."

Lan Ning: "..."

At the end of this discussion of her and Confucianism, she did not agree to what he called "proposal." Confucianism does not look discouraged, maybe there are new plans.

Lan Ning's Xiao Yan also learned the new progress of her and Confucianism from Sun Yimeng's mouth for the first time. She couldn't wait to call Laning's mother to inform her of the news.

On the fifth day of staying in the hotel, Lan Ning’s mother also rushed over and asked about the situation of Lan Ning and the Confucian language. Her mother liked her eyebrows: “I’m sure the relationship is fine. I’m also thinking that a stone has fallen. Mr. Yan is really good, you two are in love."

Lan Ning: "..."

She didn't know how the Confucian language was conquered by her mother. Is it because she learned in the kitchen that she didn't know how to burn chicken?

Although the motivation for my mother to come here is not simple, but Lan Ning is still very happy at once, no need to worry about the house. During the day, she accompanied the Confucian language to play around, and in the evening she was in the room to see Ye Cheng’s manuscript.

On this day, the two went to the river and caught a lot of shrimps and crabs. As the chef of the hotel, Sun Dad made a hearty dinner, and the Confucian language also got the wish to eat the legendary fried crab.

Lan Ning, while peeling the crab, said to her mother: "Mom, I will return to the city in two days."

Mother glanced at her: "So fast?"

"Well, I have been playing for so many days, and I have to go back to rest."

"Will you go back with Confucianism?" Lan Ning's mother's name for Confucianism has become an extremely natural transition from "Mr. Yan" to "Confucianism" in these two days.

Although she was used to it, Laning was not used to it. She shook the goose bumps on her body and nodded casually.

Lan Ning’s mother also looked at the opposite language and talked with the prospective daughter-in-law: “Ningning is alone in the field, and I have to bother you to take care of her.”

"Of course, Auntie, don't worry, I will take care of her." Confucianism and Laning's mother promised.

Lan Ning’s mother said again: "Don’t be too embarrassed at work, the manuscript remembers to pay on time."

Confucian language: "..."

Lan Ning grinned and snorted and laughed.

The Confucian language looked at her and assured her mother Lanning: "The manuscript of the new book will be handed over this year."

Sun Yimeng is afraid that the world will not be confused. "Okay, we all heard it. If you don't hand over the manuscript, you don't want to go to Lan Ning's bed."

Lan Ning: "..."

Xiao Yan took the chopsticks and slammed the head of Sun Yimeng and let her shut up and eat.

After the meal, Lan Ning and the Confucian language sat down under the tree by the window to enjoy the cold. I know that I still screamed tirelessly, and there were a few unfinished watermelons on the small bench under the tree.

The Confucian language has not spoken. Lan Ning kicked him on the tiptoe and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The brow of the Confucian language is slightly wrinkled. It seems to be thinking about the problem: "I am thinking that I can't go to bed if I don't submit the manuscript."

Lan Ning: "..."

Is there any need to think about this kind of problem?

Lan Ning’s face has a reddish trend. She talks to her in Confucianism and her expression is very serious: "Is it right if I hand in the manuscript, I can go on..."

"Okay! You can try it again!" Lan Ning’s voice seemed to be a thundering explosion in his ear, and the words of Confucianism stopped short.

He turned his head to see her, and Lan Ning's face was red, and he was too angry to look like.

The Confucian language couldn't help but smack the lips and looked at her: "If I write the manuscript seriously, I can deliver it in half a month."

Lan Ning: "..."

Roll it!

She can't wait to throw the watermelon rind on the floor.

Two days later, Laning and Yan Ruyu set foot on the train back to the city.

Qufu had already called her to tell her that she had gone to her parents during the summer vacation, so when she returned home, she was empty and she had no accidents.

She simply packed up her luggage and went downstairs to go to lunch.

The Confucian car has been waiting downstairs. Laning accidentally took the car and asked the seat belt: "How fast are you?"

"You are more tempered." When the Confucian language saw her buckle the seat belt, she steadily started the car.

Lan Ning grinned and asked, "Where are we going to eat?"

"Go to the place where I used to live." The Confucian language drove the car out of the community and turned to the left. "You look at the new decoration of the house and you are not satisfied."

Lan Ning: "..."

This tone... really like a newlywed couple. Orz

Lan Ning didn't go too far to blush, and the Confucian language used the light to look at her and chuckle.

He smiled like this. Lan Ning felt that the scorpion seemed to feel more dry. She coughed twice and asked him: "Then you move back to the original house. What about the house here?"

Lan Ning thinks that this society is really ironic. The rich people and her life are not the same world. She is desperately going to work every day to make money. The idea is that one day she can buy a suite in a city, but he is bothered, and there is too much to live in.

"Lease it." The Confucian language seems to have long thought about how to deal with it. He replied without thinking. "The house here can be rented at a good price."

Lan Ning did not agree with it: "Would you like someone to rent it? The renter would have come from outside to work, who would have to spend so much money to rent a house."

"If you share the rent, the rent is not particularly expensive. Some people can afford it. And even if it is not easy to rent out, it doesn't matter if you put it there."

Lan Ning snorted in my heart, there is room to be willful, the property management fee is very expensive every month here!

The two had a meal near the neighborhood, and the Confucian language took her up to see the room.

Lan Ning used to come here many times in order to make a manuscript, but this time I came back again, and there was a kind of heart-warming and nervousness that she did not understand.

Just after the elevator, the two met with the neighbor, Auntie, who had not seen him for a long time.

Lan Ning didn't recognize her at first. The neighbor Auntie looked at them with some surprises: "Oh, Mr. Yan, you are back? I haven't seen you for a long time. Is your house renovated?"

"Yeah." The Confucian language only briefly wrote a word and walked out sideways. Lan Ning smiled at the neighbor Auntie and tried to sneak out, but was pulled by the other party: "Are you married Mr. Yan? Are you going to renovate the house suddenly?"

In the face of her gossip's gaze, Lan Ning is still changing with the same constant.

The neighbor's aunt automatically translated her laughter into recognition, and smiled at her with a smile: "Congratulations, I think you are very good when I see you at first sight."

Lan Ning: "..."

Well, from the first sight, you misunderstood that we are male and female friends.

Neighbors aunt inquired about the gossip they wanted to know, and finally left with satisfaction. Lan Ning sighed and walked a few steps forward.

The door of the Confucian language is still open, and it seems to be the door reserved for her.

She stood in the doorway and squinted and smelled a touch of paint.

"It didn't take long before the decoration was finished, but the taste was not finished, but when we moved in, there would be no smell." The Confucian language stood inside and told her.

Lan Ning moved his mouth and raised his head slightly: "I haven't promised to marry you yet."

The Confucian language laughed twice and pulled her in at the door: "Let's see if there is any dissatisfaction?"

This house has been visited by Laning many times, but now I have changed the decoration, it really feels like a new look, like another house.

The decoration style is the same as before, but it is a simple style, but the color is changed, and the design feeling is obviously increased.

Lan Ning looked around and was very satisfied with this new decoration. I saw a lot of details and paid a lot of money, but it didn't exaggerate and looked very comfortable. She blinked and praised, "Well, it's not bad."

Anyway, if she can live in this kind of house, she will be very happy.

Confucianism said: "I know you will like it."

"...you know it?"

The Confucian language raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

"I go in and get something, let's go, it's just renovated, don't stay here all the time." After talking the Confucian language, he walked into his bedroom, after a while, holding a four-four in his hand. Fang Fang’s book came out.

Lan Ning glanced at the things in his hand, a little curious: "What is this, photo album?"

"Yeah." The Confucian language took her out and locked the door.

Laning became more curious: "What do you do with the album?"

Confucianism said: "When we were at the B&B, we didn't take a lot of photos. I'm going to pick some out."

"Wow." Lan Ning sighed. "Now there are people who wash photos."

"Is it very rare?" The Confucian language looked at her with a smile.

"It's kind of." Lan Ning said, his eyes on the photo album in his hand. "Can you check out your photo album?"

"Yeah." The Confucian language handed the photo album to her, and the elevator just happened to be on the first floor.

Going to the car and sitting, Lan Ning finally took the time to open the album.

The photo album is a photo of a freshly born Confucian language, and even his weight is written on it. She flipped two pages with enthusiasm and her eyes stopped on a photo: "Is this your mother?"

The Confucian language that was driving was slightly frowning and replied: "Well."