That kiss may be the biggest memory of the entire wedding.
It's just that the time was too short, and the newcomers who came off the stage were like clockwork tools, holding wine glasses, smiling, and chatting around.
At the end of the day, Tang Yili was exhausted.
In the evening, there was a family dinner in the small hall next door. Tang Yili couldn't eat anything. She was wearing a fishtail dress with residual makeup, leaning back on a chair, her eyes wide open.
Tang Feng felt so sorry for his daughter that he wished he could feed her daughter with a tray in his hand.
Xun Miaoyun quickly said: "You two, please go back first. We will keep an eye on the rest of the finishing touches."
"that is!"
The best man and bridesmaid group was led by Jun Pang and Feng Yiman. They came over from another table and joked, "Auntie is right, the bridal chamber is full of flowers and candles, so hurry up!"
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The sky was dark, and the silver-white cars shuttled on the dark green western slopes, bringing with them a cool summer breeze.
Tang Yili and Xun Lang were sitting in the back seats, each guarding a lowered window and enjoying the night breeze.
I don't know if it's because of tiredness or something else, but neither of them spoke, as if they were separated by a wall of air.
Tonight the bridal chamber will be set up in a villa in Xishan.
Later, Tang Yili also thought about it. No matter how good the swimming team's performance was, the training base could not be located in a place like this - with mountains, water and dragon veins - the place with the best feng shui in Bei City. Even if you have money, you can't live there.
.
What's more, there are sentries guarding the place.
At first, she was too worried and was easily deceived by Xun Lang.
After passing the checkpoint, Oulu stopped on the lawn, and Uncle Qiu personally opened the door for Tang Yili.
After more than a year, I revisited my old place again and Tang Yili became the hostess. It felt incredible.
The buildings and distant mountains have not changed at all, and even Uncle Qiu is still so easy-going.
Tang Yili called Uncle Qiu, but Uncle Qiu still smiled.
"Young lady, how are you?"
He led Tang Yili and Xun Lang inside, "The things sent by the young lady's family have been placed on the third floor. You and the young master will live there when you come back."
Tang Yili looked around at the interior decoration. There were occasionally wedding decorations, but this was enough, and she did not let the simple and modern decoration fall into the cliché.
Tang Yili was more pleased with this place.
"I remember, the last time I stayed here was on the second floor?" she asked.
Uncle Qiu: "Yes, the second floor is the guest room area."
"Oh..." Tang Yili glanced at Xun Lang and murmured in a low voice, "Someone clearly lives on the third floor, deliberately moved to the second floor, and pretended to be a guest. It's really a whole show."
Xun Lang: "..."
Uncle Qiu smiled and said nothing.
In his opinion, this was more like a young couple's fun, and it was not convenient to interrupt, so Uncle Qiu stood at the stairs of the second floor and refused to go up.
"If you two need anything, please call me anytime."
Tang Yili politely thanked him and watched Uncle Qiu off.
The layout of the third floor is actually more homely. As soon as you go upstairs, there is the living room, connected to the huge outdoor balcony, where you can smell the fresh smell of the wilderness and mountain breeze.
Thinking that she and Xun Lang were alone here, Tang Yili relaxed a little, took off her high heels, stepped barefoot on the gray-white marble floor, and looked around curiously.
"Going inside is the master bedroom and dressing room. Your clothes and toiletries are all there."
Xun Lang said, raised his elbows to loosen the Windsor knot, turned around and walked in the other direction.
"Where are you going?" Tang Yili called him.
"I'll go to the guest bathroom and rinse it off."
Xun Lang took off his suit and his muscular figure in a shirt was quickly blocked by a door.
Tang Yili slumped his shoulders, feeling tired and frustrated.
The groom was too cold and his interest in visiting the bridal chamber quickly disappeared.
Tang Yili wore a bulky dress, walked into the cloakroom, took it off with great effort, briefly put away the diamond jewelry, and got into the bathroom.
Washing and mourning at the same time.
Isn't it tragic to find out that the groom is frigid after working so hard to get married?
Seeing that the wedding night was about to end, Tang Yili's mind was racing, thinking about how to save the hero.
The steaming heat made the person feel a little hypoxic, but Tang Yili still insisted on applying a layer of body lotion, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and walked out.
He saw Xun Lang sitting at the end of the bed, also wearing the same style.
Tang Yili whistled in his heart, his eyebrows arched with a smile, and asked: "You...are you waiting for me?"
But he said, "There's no razor in the bathroom over there. I'll come over and get it."
Tang Yili felt moved by being tricked and sneered: "There's no need to take it out. You can just use it here. I've finished washing it anyway."
A little angry, Tang Yili sat down on the dressing table by the window and started drying his hair.
Buzzing, loud, a bit noisy.
Xun Lang wanted to say something, but finally gave up and walked into the bathroom.
He didn't come out for a while, and Tang Yili guessed that he had already started shaving.
Tang Yili let his hair blow around, thought for a while, and then turned off the machine with a snap.
She also entered the bathroom.
Sure enough, Xun Lang was shaving, and his chin was covered with fine white foam, which extended to his Adam's apple. He asked with his eyes, and Tang Yili walked over and said in a soft tone.
"Xun Lang, you always have such a straight face, I'm a little scared."
"Are you afraid of me?" Xun Lang squinted.
If the foam on his face hadn't covered up part of his expression, Xun Lang would have drawn a capital sarcasm.
But Tang Yili still looked like he was about to cry.
"Well, I'm afraid of you."
Really scared.
Tang Yili was not afraid of the powerful, but because this powerful man had been trashed by her before, but she managed to survive. Seemingly for the sake of profit, she chose to marry this big enemy again.
Who knows what Xun Lang is thinking in his heart? Marrying her is not for revenge, but to upgrade to Wrongful Seed 2.0?
Xun Lang stands tall and slim, with loose ties fixed at the waist, the contours of the chest muscles are undulating, and they merge into the abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line extends vertically. Such a shaving scene would be a bit unjustifiable without some mosaics.
Tang Yili tentatively put his hands on Xun Lang's waist, moved his body forward and pressed against it, and immediately felt that the muscles in Xun Lang's back were completely tense.
"Tang Yili, don't make trouble." He said in a bad tone.
The three-layer blade is extremely sharp, and a murder can easily occur if one is not careful. Xun Lang drank Zhitang's salute, but it had no effect at all.
She pestered him even more fiercely, stretching her hand into his robe without forgetting to accuse him.
"Look, you are fierce again."
Xun Lang pursed his lips and took a deep breath, "I'm shaving, can't you be more honest and make trouble again later?!"
"Today is the wedding night, Xun Lang," Tang Yili certainly refused, "Nothing is more important than this, right?"
She went to pull the strap of the dark blue bathrobe. Xun Lang held the razor in his right hand and had to free his left hand to press her. There was a huge disparity in strength between the two. He took control of it, and whatever Tang Yili wanted to do, he immediately went bankrupt.