0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

Shen Wenxia leaned against the door, "If you like Liming, you just can't chase after her. Why did you bring Tang Shaolun back and get her drunk?"

He came out, paused for a few seconds when he passed by her, and continued to move forward, "Ask Xia, how long has it been since they broke up?"

"It should be... more than two years." Shen Wenxia thought for a while, walked over and sat down opposite Lan Yanshu, "Why do you suddenly want to ask this?"

"Did anyone chase her in the past two years?"

"Yes, there are, but I haven't met a suitable one." [

"Really?" he whispered.

"Of course! And does it have something to do with you getting Tang Shaolun back?"

Lan Yanshu glanced at her, with an incomprehensible emotion flashing in his eyes, "Is it because I didn't meet her or didn't want to meet her?

"You mean that Li Ming hasn't forgotten Tang Shaolun?"

"Maybe, who knows." He shrugged.

"Since that's the case, didn't you call Tang Shaolun back to sprinkle salt on her wound?" Shen Wenxia couldn't help raising his voice several times because it was about a friend.

"How to accept new feelings when the wound is not good?"

"But..." Seeing Lan Yanshu's determined expression, Shen Wenxia knew that nothing he said could change this man's mind, "Okay. At least tell me first, what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, I just want to cook raw rice."

"Are you a bandit? Lan Yanshu!" Shen Wenxia sat up straight and exclaimed. "What if Liming doesn't like you?"