Uncle Qiu stood outside the door of the master bedroom on the third floor and respectfully reported: "Master, Professor Wang is here."
"I see."
Xun Lang was sending his last text message to Tang Yili.
He lowered his eyes, edited a message saying "Good night", sent it, and then put down the phone.
There is an open book at hand - a thick volume of "Industrial Economics" - resting on the armrest of the single sofa.
Xun Lang put down his slender legs from the leather pillar, stood up with the book, and walked to the study room.
If he doesn't train, ten o'clock in the evening is indeed the time for Xun Lang to go to sleep.
However, he would not be able to sleep so early for a long time in the future.
…
Maybe she was really getting married, but Tang Yili suddenly felt that many past events didn't seem so important anymore.
At the moment, the wedding alone was enough to keep her busy.
Booking banquets, sending invitations, making official media announcements, there are a lot of things to do. Even with the help of a secretary, Tang Yili still has to face many decisions.
From the color of the bouquet to the wedding process, the revolving subordinates made Tang Yili like a spinning top.
On the day of getting the marriage certificate, Tang Yili took four assistants to the Civil Affairs Bureau to meet Xun Lang. When he saw that his situation was not any easier than his own, there were also a bunch of people behind him, and he couldn't tell whether they were bodyguards or assistants.
As soon as the two of them met, it immediately became a phalanx of people shouting in front of each other, and other couples who came to register had to be guided to another door to enter.
Some people even took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures, but one of Xun Lang's subordinates quickly walked over and didn't know what was being negotiated. The other party obediently handed the phone to him and let him delete the contents.
Now I have seen what it means to be a truly wealthy family. They strictly guard against it and stick to it, and the rules are very strong, which is evident.
Tang Yili glanced at Xun Lang secretly. He seemed to be used to it and his expression was indifferent. In the end, she was the only one who made a fuss and stuck out her tongue in secret.
Next, enter the VIP room and things will go smoothly.
When taking photos, someone will help with makeup;
When going through the formalities, there will be someone dedicated to keeping the documents.
Tang Yili and Xun Lang are just like human props. When necessary, they can just sign and show their faces.
Soon, the book with red background and hot stamping was finished.
Tang Yili only took one look at it and asked a secretary from Xun Lang's side to take it away, saying, "Young Madam, I will keep it for you."
Tang Yili didn't see enough and was a little unhappy, but he also blushed at the new title of "Young Mistress".
The fact that they were actually married made Tang Yili want to talk to Xun Lang.
From the time they settled down to now, they have not said a few serious words. They have always been surrounded by a group of people, attacking like a surprise attack towards the wedding.
But as for them, as two people who have really entered into marriage, there seems to be some barriers that have not been explained clearly.
You can't wait until the wedding day and be so lukewarm.
She followed Xun Lang outside.
As he walked, Xun Lang explained something to his subordinates. He had a completely different face that Tang Yili had never seen before. He was noble and distant, as if he was far away from the athlete she was familiar with.
She kept looking at Xun Lang until he arranged the business, then turned around and found that Tang Yili was still there.
Tang Yili whispered: "Do you have time?"
Xun Lang looked at her: "Now?"
"Well. It's best now."
Now, have a one-on-one conversation as a couple.
Xun Lang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "Can I do it another day? I'm really in a hurry."
A bunch of business administration courses are arranged in such a dense manner that it is simply suffocating.
He was also really helpless.
Tang Yili saw that Xun Lang didn't look like he didn't want to talk, and knew that he was really busy, so he had no choice but to relent, "Okay."
The white Continental has slowly driven to the gate, blocking the public road, waiting for its owner.
"I'm leaving first." Xun Lang said.
Tang Yili nodded, "Then make an appointment with me when you have time, and we'll talk again."
"good."
Xun Lang and his party were divided into four vehicles and drove away from the road at the door. The congestion just now eased slightly.
Tang Yili couldn't help but curled up his lips: "It's obviously a holiday, why is he even busier than the season? Damn it."
Damn you, you are so busy that you don’t even have time to hug me!
…
In the blink of an eye, the wedding day came.
I had promised to chat with the person, but until this day, I still hadn’t chatted with him.
During this period, for more than a week, Xun Lang made an appointment with Tang Yili, but that day the wedding dress was flown to Hong Kong and he was in a hurry to get it altered, so Tang Yili didn't make the appointment.
Later, everyone became even busier, taking photos, tasting food at the wedding banquet, and rehearsing the process, all of which were very exciting.
They never found time to be alone again.
It's like two unprepared people are put on the stage one after another. The lighting and sound effects are prepared, and they are asked to perform a world-famous opera "Turandot" on the spot. It will be as terrifying as it is.
Tang Yili wore a seven-meter-long veil and walked on the red carpet. She still thought it was all ridiculous and unbelievable.
The wedding march started, and the spotlights focused on her eyes. She couldn't see the entire interior of the arched building. She only knew Xun Lang's general direction based on the memory of the rehearsal.
Tangfeng held his daughter in his arms and walked step by step towards the end of the sea of pink and white flowers.
Maybe the scene was too grand. Tang Yili actually had no personal emotions and just felt like a catwalk.
On the other hand, Tang Feng really shed tears when he handed his daughter over to Xun Lang, and said directly and straightforwardly: "Be good to my daughter, otherwise it won't matter who else's son you are."
The sound was very small, but it was still amplified by the amplifier.
The scene was full of friendly smiles, even Tang Yili was happy.
Xun Lang was still so serious and responded to Tang Feng solemnly, "I will."
Tang Yili's smile softened slightly and he raised his eyes to look at Xun Lang.
He was dressed very appropriately today. The fabric looked crisp and pressed, and was smoky black, with a tone between pitch black and gray. The clothes were printed with regular vertical stripes from top to bottom, which was a deep black. Tang Yili
Standing next to him, I became aware of this hidden sense of luxury.
Inside is a suit, a smoky gray vest, and an ivory shirt.
Look up to the high mountains and do not desecrate them.
He also looked at Tang Yili with a heavy gaze. He didn't know whether he was serious out of habit or whether he had always been so affectionate and silent.
Tang Yili suppressed her racing heart and followed the procedure - exchanging rings, reading out the vows, and finally, a kiss.
Even though both of them had slept together, when the kiss fell, Tang Yili still felt his heart surge and his ears roared.
The man lowered his head, kissed Tang Yili's lips very gently, and gently brushed Tang Yili's back with his palm. It was so gentle, but in front of all the guests, Tang Yili's heart still trembled.
So sweet!
The reasonable and legal sweetness made Tang Yili couldn't help but put her arms around the man's neck, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes were already wet.