Feng Yiman was such a transparent person. When he saw Fu Xi stunned and stopped crying, he knew that his words had an effect.
She came here this time to completely solve Jun Pang's problem. She took out the check she had prepared and placed it on the coffee table.
"I have to say, I peeked at Pang Junshi's WeChat account again." She stuck out her tongue and smiled, "Six months ago, you wanted him to sponsor you to establish a clothing brand, but he refused. Indeed, the amount was relatively large and he had no real power.
Young Master, where did you get so much money?"
Fu Xi's eyes were wide and scary, "What do you mean?"
"I don't want to use money to insult you, but I hope that this money can help you realize your dream."
"But as the future Mrs. Pang, I sincerely hope that every ex of Mr. Pang can live a good life. This is good for him and good for me. What do you think?"
Fu Xi: “I don’t want your money!”
"That's up to you," Feng Yiman stood up and pulled up the corners of his skirt, maintaining a smooth and elegant image. The check was pressed with a glass. As the breeze poured in, the corner of the paper became warped.
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Before going out, Feng Yiman winked at Tang Yili. Tang Yili turned to look at Fu Xi. Seeing that her mood was stable and that Gao Qingqing was taking care of her, he followed her out.
The two of them were doing circle exercises along the huge parking lot of the hospital. Feng Yiman was not as carefree as he seemed.
"You won't tell Jun Fatty, will you?"
She looked at Tang Yili seriously, and Feng Yiman felt relieved after receiving her repeated assurances.
She spread her hands and said, "Oh, what else should I do? If I don't handle it, if I let that bitch do it by himself, he will definitely mess it up."
When Pang Junshi's young master lost his temper, he said a few harsh words and showed off his face. Maybe Fu Xi didn't want to die at first, so he might have been forced to death.
The Feng family's bodyguards followed far behind.
Tang Yili was instead curious about how a shrewd man like Feng Yiman chose Pang Junshi as his husband.
"Besides, he is a playboy whose family background is not as good as yours."
Feng Yiman sighed and told the truth.
"The family has money, but the choices are narrow. Look higher up, such as the He family. They are childhood sweethearts and have nothing to do with outsiders. Another example is the Ji family. It is said that the eldest young master can make Ji Nanyun angry half to death. This kind of
With his stinky and tough personality, I will most likely kneel down when I enter the door..."
"So, after choosing a lot, the Pang family is the most suitable. Firstly, he and our family can support each other. Furthermore, Jun Pang has a good personality, he is joking, he is good at coaxing girls, and he is not a bad person. My
The requirements were met.”
Tang Yi smiled politely: "Your request is really simple."
"Simple." Feng Yiman was quite proud of himself, "Simple is true happiness, love is the most useless..."
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Many of Feng Yiman's theories coincided with Tang Yili's, but there was only one sentence she disagreed with.
Maybe she has someone she likes in her heart, but Tang Yili feels that she can't let go of Xun Lang no matter what. He is her light and her sun.
How can you say love is useless.
Although looking for the sun at night is a bit nonsense, Tang Yili couldn't control herself. At ninety o'clock, she put on a shirt and jacket, carried a small bag, and went to the swimming pool of University A again.
Fortunately, he didn't miss this time. Xun Lang was soaking in the water, turning his elbows on the spot and reminiscing about the previous position.
Tang Yili ran to the nearest shore in small steps, and like a little rabbit, she knelt down quietly to look at him.
Xun Lang was very involved, sometimes thinking, sometimes raising his arms, and repeated the practice many times, and finally found a pair of intimate and affectionate eyes next to him.
Across the gentle waves, he looked straight at Tang Yili.
"How long have you been here?"
"Just arrived."
"looking at what?"
"Your arms."
Xun Lang raised his wrist and looked at it expressionlessly, then said, "What's there to see?"
"Come here, I want to take a look." Tang Yili raised his hand towards Xun Lang with an apology on his face, "I was drunk last night, thank you for helping me block it, otherwise these scratches would have scratched my face.
Already."
Xun Lang stepped on the water and rowed to the shore using only his leg strength. The water was two meters deep and he was suspended with his arms resting on the shore.
The angle is very convenient to check. You can tell at a glance that the battle was fierce yesterday.
There were three bloody wounds on each of Xun Lang's forearms. The wounds were 20 centimeters long and shallow. The short wounds of 3 to 5 centimeters were deep.
"Fu Xi is so cruel..."
Tang Yili cursed in his heart. He caught someone else's man and scratched him hard. Why didn't he hear that Jun Pang was injured?
Fortunately, she sympathized with Fu Xi all afternoon, huh!
Tang Yili showed a distressed expression, carefully stretched out her hand, and tentatively touched the wound with her small white fingertips...
Xun Lang's forearms alone are much thicker than ordinary people, with a very low body fat rate, plus years of paddling exercise, the skin is tight and wrapped, and he has a strong sense of strength from the inside out.
On the forearm, blue blood vessels bulged, veins were crisscrossed, and a few sudden blood marks were shocking. Even though it had been soaked in water for a long time and the color was slightly lighter, the intensity of the tearing at that time could still be seen.
Tang Yili couldn't remember the details of last night. Based on these few living evidences, he scolded Fu Xi again in his heart.
The moment the warm fingertips touched the cold skin, they contracted. Then, the fingers slowly slid along the two or three blood stains, and both of them started to tremble at the same time.
Even my breathing and breathing seemed to be slow.
The two of them looked at the wounds at the same time, but they didn't seem to be looking there.
The headlights above the head are dazzling in white, making people feel swaying and confused.
Xun Lang immediately felt waves of electricity rushing through his back. Even cold water could not block the conduction.
Tang Yili squatted on the shore, as if talking to a beautiful mermaid, looking straight at Xun Lang with eyes full of treasure.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
Whatever was in Xun Lang's heart suddenly collapsed, whatever stubborn fortifications, whatever strong heart was, were all reduced to ruins by Tang Yili's fingertips, gently playing with them.
His energy and blood surged violently, but on his face, he said as calmly as possible, "It doesn't hurt much."
He put away the mess in his heart, finally withdrew his hand, stepped on the water with his feet, and instinctively moved back half an arm's length.
Tang Yili pursed her lips and smiled. She also felt that the atmosphere just now was too ambiguous. She comforted herself and pretended as if nothing had happened. She asked him, "Is today's training over?"
Xun Lang stretched out his hand to wipe his face out of habit. The cold temperature could take away all inappropriate thoughts.
"It's over. I'm going to take a shower."
After saying that, Xun Lang turned back, went ashore from the other side, and then entered the dressing room without looking back.
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