Chapter 140 He needs to think clearly about everything
Chapter 140 He has to think everything through
If he were a stranger, Xun Lang's indifference would still be within the scope of politeness, but at this moment, his politeness was completely gone, and he was simply ruthless, indifferent, and maybe even a little disgusted.
Tang Yili's heart shrank, "What's wrong with you?"
Xun Lang tied his shoelaces and stood up. He was separated by a threshold, as if he had never come in before.
"I should be asking you what you want."
Tang Yili didn't understand, but he still trembled for no reason. He couldn't help but took two steps forward and asked.
"I...what's wrong with me?"
Xun Lang glanced indifferently in the direction of the sofa.
"You not only made that dress for me, but you also made it for other men."
The words stop at the point.
Xun Lang withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her. He even gave Tang Yili another chance to explain. The next second, he turned around and pushed the door open and walked out.
The heavy door closed with a clang.
Tang Yili stood there and waited for a long time before realizing that there was a white T-shirt draped on the sofa and a white triangle beside it.
Yili Clothing labels, hand-sewn clothes, and Italian souvenirs, all of these are connected together——
Tang Yili's biggest secret was finally discovered.
That night, she resisted Qin Sheng and sewed him a white T-shirt, but she regretted it afterwards and asked for the clothes back. She thought that if she hid her little ambiguity, no one would know.
But Murphy's Law always creates the most absurd turns at critical moments.
Xun Lang discovered that T-shirt, and unfortunately, he also owned the same style.
Xun Lang was surprisingly indifferent just now. What was he thinking of?
Does he regard himself as Neptune, a scumbag, thinking that she relies on the same methods to seduce men, and he is just one of her many?
Tang Yili no longer knew how to explain all this.
Because the facts seem to be the same.
Tang Yili was slumped and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.
It seemed that what was slammed shut was not only the door to her home, but also the door to this relationship.
…
Xun Lang took a taxi and returned to Xishan Villa.
Uncle Qiu received the notice from the checkpoint and hurriedly came down from the Zhai Mansion. On weekdays, he worked as a housekeeper in the Zhai Mansion. When Xun Lang came, he would definitely notify him in advance.
Today was an accident.
Uncle Qiu changed his shoes and walked into the mansion. The maid came up and asked: "Master, should the dinner be cooked according to the dietary standards of the tournament, or should it be cooked normally?"
Uncle Qiu: "Master, did you come back by yourself? Or did you bring friends?"
"I came here by myself. I'm alone on the terrace now."
Uncle Qiu pondered.
Originally, he thought that Xun Lang came with Tang Yili to pay homage to the old man. Today was a historic meeting, but he never thought that Xun Lang was alone.
"Follow the food for the competition," Uncle Qiu ordered.
The maid retreated.
Uncle Qiu went up to the third floor.
The entire third floor is occupied by Xun Lang's master bedroom. There is a small terrace there, which is not as large as the one on the second floor, but it is more advantageous because of its high location and the panoramic view from above.
Xun Lang rested his elbows on the glass railing and kept looking down.
A young red maple tree was planted on the second floor, with a soft couch under the tree and a fireplace next to the couch.
Of course, one would not light a fireplace in the summer, but the scene of him and Tang Yili once sitting by the fireplace, cuddling together, seemed to be still yesterday, fresh in his mind, but when he turned around, the dancing flames turned into ashes.
This summer, I feel a little out of place.
Uncle Qiu knocked on the open door.
"Master."
Xun Lang didn't look back, but his muscles, which were ready to go, quickly knitted, and his shoulders rose and fell gently, as if he was suppressing great irritability.
Uncle Qiu originally wanted to ask Xun Lang what he wanted to eat for dinner and how many days he would stay here.
In this way, he did not dare to be verbose and spoke directly.
"Master, dinner will be ready in an hour."
Xun Lang said calmly: "I understand."
Uncle Qiu quit.
Crossing the living room and walking out, passing by the marble table, I saw Xun Lang's cell phone. He probably turned it on silent. When the call came in, the screen of the cell phone lit up.
He glanced at it and saw that the name "Tang Yili" kept lighting up until no one answered and it automatically hung up.
Then the pop-up window of the mobile phone showed that the six links were not connected.
Uncle Qiu didn't dare to remind him of anything, so he just turned to look at Xun Lang.
Under the painting of mountains, his strong shoulders seemed to be the same as before, but there was also an indescribable loneliness.
…
Tang Yili was like a drowning man. Out of a survival mentality, he called Xun Lang more than a dozen times, but he didn't reply.
Tang Yili didn't eat, just sat in the living room holding her cell phone and wearing a bathrobe.
After waiting until the moon was high in the sky and it was getting very late, she was finally sure that Xun Lang just didn't want to pay attention to her.
There is no second reason.
Tang Yili stopped and went to the kitchen. She originally just wanted to drink a glass of water. She opened the refrigerator door and saw that the steak was still in the refrigerator.
That was originally their dinner afterwards.
Now Tang Yili eats alone.
Not knowing what he wanted, Tang Yili insisted on eating both steaks.
She heated up the pan, picked up the meat and threw it in. A plume of white smoke instantly rose up. It turned out that she had forgotten to put butter in the pan, and the meat patties stuck to the iron grate and burned quickly.
Tang Yili is a typical spoiled young lady with almost zero cooking experience in her life.
But she is very picky.
Of course she wouldn't eat the steak when it was fried like this, and threw it away angrily.
Focusing on the next piece of meat.
She held the edge of the meat through the paper, picked it up, squinted and said:
"If this one is not good, there will be another one. If the next one is not good at frying, you can still order takeout. What's so great about it? There are so many men in the world!"
This time Tang Yili added a piece of butter, but because he did not wash the pan, he continued to fry it directly at the disaster site. Not only was the second steak burnt, but it also had countless oil spots spattered on it.
Tang Yili was unprepared, and his right hand was instantly burned with several red blisters.
She jerked her hand away and jumped back, but the pot seemed to contain a boiling world and kept exploding.
Tang Yili shook his hand, endured the pain, found a towel to wrap his hand, rushed back to the scene, and turned off the fire.
The kitchen gradually returned to calm, leaving only the smoke of defeat.
Tang Yili sat down slumped again, put his burned hand on the armrest, and laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Xun Lang, look how quickly retribution comes..."
"Don't be angry, okay."
…
Xun Lang was not a willful person after all, so he still replied to Tang Yili the next morning.
The text message sent contained only a few numbers: [Stop calling me repeatedly, please calm down first.]
When Tang Yili got up early the next morning, after reading the text message, her unwillingness came back again.
She still called, but no one answered.
Tang Yili simply changed her clothes and drove to University A to find Xun Lang.
Just in front of the swimming pool, the swimming team was gathering for morning exercises. Tang Yili leaned against the car and searched for a long time. When she saw Cheng Zhun waving to her, Tang Yili responded.
Cheng Zhun came over and said, "Senior, are you looking for senior brother?"
Tang Yili hesitated: "Didn't he come to training?"