Tang Yili stood there coldly, repeatedly telling herself to be calm and not to care too much about the lovelorn, but Fu Xi's face of a late mother, crying and acting out, still made her feel disgusted.
Tang Yili turned around and put the files and computer on the desk into her bag, took a few more daily necessities, and quickly evacuated, preparing to go home.
You can't explain things clearly to confused people.
If you can't afford to offend her, why not hide her?!
Tang Yili went downstairs and got in the car feeling angry. She grabbed her cell phone and wanted to call Jun Pang to take back the anger she had received from Fu Xi, but she suddenly felt very boring.
Jun Pang’s apology is boring;
The excuses of the unfaithful person are boring;
After the injury is caused, all remedies are like crying to the dead. They only touch themselves and have no meaning to the person lying down.
The phone was thrown back into the passenger seat.
Tang Yili drove the car under the shade of a tree next to the playground and parked it, trying to avoid being seen.
The sunset fills the sky.
On the sidewalk, there were people going to have dinner together. Only on the playground, a group of long-legged people walked and chased each other playfully.
Someone shouted, "Whoever finishes last will form a team with senior brother tomorrow!"
"Damn! You guys are so bad. Senior brother can defeat us even with one hand, okay?"
Tang Yili pressed her face against the car door and smiled knowingly, but immediately, tears fell for no reason.
Fu Xi was right about one thing, she deserved Xun Lang to get rid of her.
…
Tang Yili moved back home.
Home, school, and office are all busy.
In the blink of an eye, the first version of the swimming team's sample uniforms had been made. Tang Yili rushed to the office of the sports center after class in the evening, carrying a black dust bag.
Ray-Ban was deeply responsible for this matter, but he, with a stroke of his pen, could design it however he wanted, completely letting it go, which made Tang Yili feel quite unsure.
After being promoted, Lei Penshen had his own independent office. The security guard said he was not sure whether Director Lei was there, so Tang Yili tried to knock on the door.
There were echoes in the empty corridor.
Everyone must have gotten off work. Tang Yili had just turned around, thinking about coming back tomorrow, when the door lock behind him made a clear clicking sound.
The person who came to open the door turned out to be Xun Lang.
Tang Yili nudged Xiaolu lightly, took a step back unconsciously, and asked: "Isn't Coach Lei here?"
Xun Lang: "He went to the bureau for a meeting and won't be here this afternoon."
"Oh," Tang Yili struggled to lift the cloth bag in his hand, "The sample clothes are ready, I will bring them over to show Coach Lei."
Xun Lang turned aside, politely let Tang Yi in, helped her collect the bag that was as long as the ground, and put it on the back of the chair together.
He also said: "He will be there tomorrow, you can come to him tomorrow."
Then, he returned to the computer desk and continued to type on the keyboard.
"Well, I'll send a message later and tell him too."
Tang Yili looked around Lei Penshen's office out of pure curiosity.
The master of its kind.
This office can be described as a home with four walls, desks, chairs, computers, and then a shelf covered with swimming goggles and bathhouse slippers piled at the door.
Tang Yili smiled secretly.
Xun Lang looked up from the screen, his eyebrows narrowed, as if he knew what she was thinking, and he explained.
“Coach Ray’s life is relatively simple.”
Tang Yili nodded and was about to put down his clothes and leave, but seeing Xun Lang's seriousness, he didn't move. He even quietly moved two steps to the table. She was just curious about what he was doing.
But as he got closer, Tang Yili's thoughts were soothed by a calm breath.
Xun Lang was typing on the keyboard. His slender fingers could span more keys, making his movements look extremely neat. The blue light shone on his already stern face, adding to the temptation to keep strangers away.
sense of distance.
Isn't Xun Lang born for swimming? Why is he still full of dominance after leaving the swimming pool and immersed in such daily work?
He is like a profound scholar, full of wisdom, ascetic and extremely sexy at the same time.
Xun Lang must be the kind of person who can strip others naked, while he himself is meticulously dressed and looking down at her... Next, when he actually takes action, will he be gentle or violent...
Tang Yili's little heart suddenly beat faster, his energy and blood surged, and there was even an unspeakable heat running through his body.
"Do you have anything else to do?"
Xu Shitang Yili's quietness was so unusual that Xun Lang turned his head slightly and looked up at her, suddenly pulling him back from the boundary between fantasy and reality.
Tang Yili said it casually and threw the question back tactically.
"This building is closed, what are you doing?"
"I'm answering the coach's email."
Ray-Ban Shen is now well-known in the world. The media and colleagues often send him emails asking questions. He is a rough guy and the little English he knows, that is, he curses people on the field.
Xun Lang was doing the official written reply for him.
At this moment, Xun Lang was replying to an invitation letter from a foreign club league. They also attached several group photos, with everyone wearing various team uniforms.
Xun Lang glanced at the screen, and out of pure friendliness, asked Tang Yili: "Do you want to take a look at how the team uniforms outside are designed?"
"Of course!"
Before the screen could turn towards her, Tang Yili had already walked over, bent over and stood beside the chair, looking at it very seriously, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing. After watching for more than ten minutes, Tang Yili said with regret.
"I wish I had seen this a long time ago. Compared with others, I feel that what we have done is far behind."
This time Tang Yili was really a little anxious.
After all, she was a layman in sportswear, and she was afraid that her work would be rejected if she didn't do it well. Then she would lose not only the reputation of Yili Clothing, but also her face in the swimming team.
Tang Yili straightened up and began to chew on his hands. He thought hard for a moment, "Forget it, I'd better take the sample clothes back and change them."
He didn't help, but poured cold water on Tang Yili.
Xun Lang didn't expect Tang Yili's reaction and wanted to stop her: "Why don't you wait until Coach Lei sees it before talking, just in case he says it's okay."
"Originally, the swimming team's uniforms are meant to be worn casually, but for actual competition training, there are professional uniforms."
Xun Lang tried to comfort her with the facts.
"That's true." Tang Yili opened the dust bag and took out a pair of winter trousers, "But look, it doesn't feel as high-end as others."
The swimming team designated the color blue, and the blue and white legs are outlined with speed lines. It looks like an ordinary pair of sweatpants. As for being tall and classy——
"I think it's the color's fault." Xun Lang really wasn't trying to excuse Tang Yili, "This is the color that the leaders of the hospital like, and you can't change it."