Tang Yili shook his wet hands and walked around in front of the sink, but couldn't find any paper to wipe his hands with.
Accustomed to living a pampered life, Tang Yili couldn't stand being untidy.
She walked back quickly, looking for paper. Before she reached the table, the words "brother's wife" were poured into her ears.
There is no need to listen to the rest.
This group of men must be talking about her and Li Jiaoyang behind her back.
And Li Jiaoyang, isn't he Xun Lang's brother?
Therefore, in Xun Lang's case, she naturally became his brother's wife.
Everyone knows that a brother's wife should not be deceived.
In this way, wouldn't everyone join the opposition camp and become a stumbling block to their own plans?
Tang Yili's heart suddenly shrank. Her good mood suddenly disappeared. It was like cold water had been poured into her body, and a chill ran through her limbs.
She slowed down and walked over.
Zhao Jiateng was facing the direction of the toilet. When he saw Tang Yili, he quickly winked at everyone.
The lively and casual atmosphere at the table ended so quickly and deliberately that when Tang Yili sat down, he could feel a moment of embarrassment.
As promised, everyone avoided Tang Yili's eyes and turned their heads to talk in groups, deliberately not looking at her.
"Then what..." Cheng Zhun scratched his head habitually, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Senior, are you full? Do you want to add more?"
"No."
Tang Yili returned to his previous appearance of not being near strangers.
Cheng Zhun was rejected and felt a little regretful. Why did he drag out the girl's privacy just now?
He was annoyed and looked at Xun Lang, wanting to ask his almighty senior brother for help.
But Xun Lang didn't look at him.
Xun Lang raised his wrist, glanced at his sports watch, and then raised his hand to say hello.
"Waiter, check out."
If you don't want to speculate, it's better to call it quits.
Soon, the waiter printed the receipt and handed it over:
"One thousand and eighty."
"Shouldn't it be nine hundred and six? Where did the one hundred and two come from?" Zhao Jiateng had already pressed the calculator and was the first to jump out in protest.
This hot pot buffet has one hundred and sixty-one people, a total of six people, and the total price is indeed nine hundred and sixty-six.
The waiter unconsciously glanced behind him. The newly opened advertisement was still hanging, and it said the same thing - one hundred and sixty-one.
The waiter was quite dissatisfied: "You can add 20 yuan for each person's food. So it's 180."
Zhao Jiateng: "Why should we add twenty?"
"Your table has eaten one hundred and forty plates of meat. Shouldn't we charge for additional ingredients?!" At this point, the waiter became angry. "We can't consume so much meat in three days, and you ate it as soon as you came."
Three days of running water.”
Cheng Zhun joined in, "If we eat more, we have to pay more. If we eat less, will you give us a discount?"
Qi Dong: "That's right, do you have any business like this?"
This group of athletes not only have good physical strength, but also have fast minds.
The waiter was speechless and said, "Then don't come here again."
"How are you talking?!" Shen Lang, an experienced Taoist, couldn't sit still.
Several professional athletes stood up. Their height almost reached the ceiling. The pressure immediately filled the table, attracting many diners who put down their chopsticks and looked around.
The waiter was a small man, and he would definitely not be able to withstand it physically, but he had a stubborn temper and seemed to refuse to leave without accepting payment.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
Xun Lang remained silent, his expression showing no emotion or anger, but often the person who doesn't speak is the one who makes the final decision. He turned sideways and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.
Before opening the QR code scanning page, a clear female voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side, exuding arrogance.
"Swipe my card."
A pure black card with low-key and luxurious gold fonts was handed over.
Tang Yili: "There is no password."
Before anyone else on the table could react, the waiter drew his credit card and trotted to the counter to swipe his card.
As if I was afraid that people would regret it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Yili. What she did immediately refreshed men's perception of beauty.
Xun Lang raised his eyebrows and looked over, and Tang Yili, who wanted to smile or not, was also looking at him.
Is it a provocation? Not really.
Is it ambiguous? It doesn't seem like it.
But both of them knew the intention inside -
Don't you want to keep your distance from me?
I prefer not to.
…
After dinner, the six people walked out of the small restaurant.
The atmosphere returned, but it was not as exciting as when we came. Everyone was too full and even walked lazily.
Only Xun Lang was different from others. He said he would practice more in the evening and left first.
The swimming pool and the dormitory were in two directions. They watched Xun Lang's tall and tall figure go further and further away under the street lamp.
Cheng Zhun asked Tang Yili whether he should go back to the dormitory or go to self-study.
Tang Yili: "My dad is here to pick me up."
In the afternoon, Tang Feng called Tang Yili specifically and asked her to go home in a mysterious manner without saying what the matter was.
He also said that he would come to pick him up in person.
Tang Yili stood on the roadside, waiting for Tang Feng.
Cheng Zhun and the others had nothing to do, so they stayed with them on the roadside, some smoking and some chatting, just to pass the time.
Cheng Zhun expressed his apology for the little episode just now.
"Senior sister, we should invite you today."
Especially when checking out, the weird aura between Xun Lang and Tang Yili was probably caused by him breaking that relationship.
When he thought of this, Cheng Zhun became even more uncomfortable.
Tang Yili was not reassured and said jokingly: "Then I'll let you invite me next time."
After Zhao Jiateng and the others heard this, they also intervened, "That's it, I won't come to this store anymore! What, you're too stingy."
Several people smiled in unison: The lesson their senior brother taught his boss, he probably blocked them all long ago, and even if they want to come in the future, they probably won't be able to come.
The sun has completely set behind the horizon.
As night falls, the night market is a lively moment, with people in small and large groups crowding the streets and alleys.
Until a black Bentley drove slowly towards it, breaking the balance of the fireworks in the city, forcing everyone to look sideways.
"The car has arrived, I'll leave first."
Tang Yili nodded to them, then stood on the roadside and waved to the Bentley.
When the car stopped in front of him, Tang Yili bent over and responded to the scene of a beautiful woman enjoying the car.
The bright and clean car merged into the busy traffic, and Cheng Zhun and others were a little stunned.
Men love cars, and all of them are vulgar.
The car that just passed by undoubtedly gave them a huge impact, and they even felt a little envious and awe of Tang Yili.
"Let me go, Cheng Zhun, what is your background, Senior Sister Tang!"
When Zhao Jiateng asked, everyone turned to look at Cheng Zhun.
Cheng Zhun was also confused: "I...I don't know."
Qi Dong shook his head and smiled: "She is Bai Fumei. Go back and check to see which daughter she is."
Shen Lang also nodded seriously in agreement. Afterwards, he felt something was wrong and asked.