Xun Lang has been waiting for this opportunity all along.
When the time came, he told Tang Yili that I was actually Ji Nanyun's son. He had kept it secret before because he felt that it would have little impact on their relationship.
I decided to tell her now because I hope this relationship can continue in the long term and without reservation.
As a pragmatist, Xun Lang doesn't like meaningless consumption, he wants the future.
If you ask why you chose this time, Xun Lang is actually hesitant. Maybe there will be a better time later, but the situation seems to make it impossible to wait.
Seeing that Tang Yili is about to join Fengtang's board of directors, the machinations in the shopping mall are coming. Every interlocking incident reminds Xun Lang: If his identity were to be revealed by someone with ulterior motives,
What would Tang Yili think?
Think he's not candid enough?
Or do you feel that this relationship is not honest enough?
Xun Lang was unusually impatient.
On the other side, Tang Yili, who was waving his index finger, had already wiped his hands with a wet tissue.
It may have been three or four months, but Tang Yili has never had home-cooked food since she moved out of Tangfeng's place. Occasionally, she thinks of Sister Yue's cooking, and she is so greedy that she wants to cry.
Tang Yili just opened the lunch box, turned it around, and felt something was wrong.
"It's full of fabric here, and it'll be troublesome if it gets dirty."
She nervously closed the lid and held it in her arms, "Let's go out to eat."
Xun Lang followed her.
The two of them went downstairs and sat on the corridor on the first floor. A street lamp cast a dim light. At eleven o'clock in the evening, there was no trace of people on the campus. It was so quiet that it was as if they were the only two people left in the world.
Xun Lang kept looking at Tang Yili.
Her hair was much longer than at the beginning of the year. Sometimes it was straightened, sometimes permed into woolen curls, and sometimes it was tossed and turned, but the color was always black, which comforted Xun Lang a little.
His aesthetic has always been very straight and traditional.
Like tonight, Tang Yili braided two loose braids, falling behind her ears. Because they were not long enough, the ends were stuck out, which was a bit naughty.
This is the interpretation of purity in Xun Lang's mind.
Occasionally, summer insects chirp, and when Tang Yili chews it, Xun Lang's heart is like a balloon, swept by a gust of wind, inflating.
"Tang Yili."
Xun Lang was gentle and inviting, while Tang Yili raised his head, biting his chopsticks, and the straight bridge of his nose glowed pearlescent in the light.
"What's wrong?"
"Is it delicious?" he asked.
"It's delicious." Tang Yili smiled so hard that his eyes turned into crescent moons.
"Do you want to eat it every day? You can also order dishes and eat something different."
Xun Lang felt like a bad guy who lured children with sweets. He was extremely sinful, but he couldn't help but get excited and set a trap step by step.
He wanted to use gentleness and sweetness to seduce the girl with beautiful pigtails in front of him.
Tang Yili blinked without realizing it, "Of course I thought about it, but it seems that the conditions don't allow it."
This requires at least a full-time nanny who can buy groceries and cook meals, and be available at all times.
Xun Lang: "Maybe conditions permit."
Tang Yili lowered his head to eat. Before he could ask why the conditions allowed, he saw a flash of light in the sky.
The night was like a piece of black silk, as if it was torn apart in an instant, followed by a burst of thunder.
After sitting out for a long time, I realized that there was no moon tonight and there was already a thick cloud above my head.
Bei City has entered the flood season.
"It's going to rain." Tang Yili quickly picked up a few chopsticks and had to finish eating quickly.
In this season, the rain came quickly. The window of the printmaking room upstairs was still open, and the table was placed under the window. Tang Yili was afraid that the rain would wet the manuscript and fabric.
Sure enough, after a while the wind picked up, and huge raindrops fell down.
Tang Yili put away the tableware and trotted upstairs.
Xun Lang knew that the opportunity was fleeting, so he sighed softly and followed Tang Yili's footsteps.
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In the pattern-making room, only half of the lights were turned on. Tang Yili's neck ached from sewing, and he finally nailed the last piece of crepe to his chest.
The strong wind outside has stopped, but the rain is still falling, pattering on the glass.
Perhaps because he felt stuffy in the room, Tang Yili opened a row of large windows, and suddenly the night breeze rushed in, clearing his mind for a while.
Tang Yili tried his best to move as gently as possible, but Xun Lang, who was sleeping beside him, still woke up.
He was sitting on the row of chairs without the lights on. Tang Yili didn't notice at all. She stretched her waist towards the window, and a section of snow-white skin on her waist flashed by. Tang Yili turned around and put out the light again.
Another light in the room.
The room was completely plunged into darkness, but in the distance, the horizon and the east were white.
The air is filled with the smell of the first heavy rain, the moist wind, and the sweet smell of green grass.
Tang Yili stood at the window for a long time. He seemed to have a lot of things on his mind and told the morning breeze. Such fragile and sentimental emotions were rare to see in Tang Yili during the day.
Xun Lang watched for a long time, feeling inexplicably heartbroken. He stood up and walked over, hugging the person from behind.
Tang Yili was slightly surprised: "Are you awake?"
"Um."
Xun Lang buried his head in Tang Yili's shoulder and neck, slowly absorbing it.
"Tang Yili, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking in a few hours now."
A few hours later, it will be the last show of the fashion show. Whether you can join the board of directors depends on this.
Tang Yili never showed any concern. Xun Lang thought she was heartless, but he didn't know that she was also under tremendous psychological pressure.
Xun Lang whispered in her ear: "Do you really want to win?"
Tang Yili: “I want to win.”
The moment she said she wanted to win, Xun Lang, an excellent supporter of competitive sports, thought of letting her win by any means necessary.
He even had the urge to reach for the stars and the moon for Tang Yili without hesitation.
Tang Yili turned around and looked at Xun Lang with an unprecedented seriousness.
"I know that with the halo of being a second-generation rich man, others think that I am incompetent and can't do anything except throwing money around. But others don't know that everyone has moments when they are competitive. I also want to
Win once."
"I hope to win cleanly and beautifully, just like you do in your arena, try your best and become the absolute ruler that no one dares to question."
"I like you like this the most."
"I also want to be like you."
Tang Yili was as emotional as a child, and it struck a chord in people's hearts, making a 1.9-meter-tall resolute man completely defeated.
Xun Lang's heart trembled, and after a long time he asked: "What kind of person is I?"
"O pure man."
Perhaps it was because of the incident between Fu Xi and Jun Pang that Tang Yili felt happy and hugged Xun Lang's waist with satisfaction, "Xun Lang, you and Pang Junshi are different."
Xun Lang raised his eyebrows, but his heart sank.
"I'm afraid that I... think differently from you."
Tang Yili didn't notice at all, the big hands on her waist tightened a little more.
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