When I emerged from Tangfeng's house, it was still early.
The part-time workers at Tang Yili's house haven't finished tidying up yet - the living room has been messed up by interviews with magazines, and there may be some tidying up - she is going to go out for a walk and then go back.
Maybe he was sensing something. At this time, Feng Yiman called and asked: "Little birthday girl, are you out to hang out?"
Wave, why not wave?
Xun Lang has not replied to the message till now.
Her biological father has said that she should be wary of men cheating on her, but how to guard against it?
Sun Tzu said in the Art of War that if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. She first went to the bar to figure out the situation.
Tang Yili put on a red lip in the car, put her hair down and made it into a fluffy scumbag wave, and then drove there.
Feng Yiman often spends millions in gambling, so when choosing a bar location, he naturally would not choose a place of the same caliber as Ye Mei.
Outside the embassy area of the Northeast Third Ring Road, there is a high-end entertainment area known as Tunzili. After Tang Yili parked the car, Feng Yiman called again to urge him, "Have you entered Tunzili?"
"coming."
Tang Yili swiped a bracelet for herself at the door and walked into the deafening darkness of the nightclub. Lasers swept across the place, and all she could see were moving heads and slim waists.
Tang Yili walked carefully as she walked in, fearing that she would step on the little lovers hugging each other in the corner and disturb other people's good things.
Feng Yiman's booth had the best view on the first floor, facing the dance floor. It was already full of handsome men and beauties, including Jun Pang.
Seeing Tang Yili coming over, the couple moved to the left and right, giving up the middle position, and shouted, "The birthday boy is here!"
Then, as if by magic, someone brought over a birthday cake with a candle on top.
Tang Yili stared and made an expression as if you dare to slap my face and twist your head off.
Jun Pang laughed loudly, "Now I am Mrs. Xiao Ji, who dares to mess with you!"
"Come, let me introduce you, Tang Yili, my sister, Xun Lang's wife."
As soon as Jun Pang spoke with an authentic Beijing accent and the scornful air of a wealthy family, the man and woman whose eyes had been cold and calm just now suddenly became enthusiastic smiles.
People who know Jun Pang naturally also know who Xun Lang is. While they are afraid of the power of the Ji family, they also begin to secretly envy Tang Yili's identity as a wealthy young lady.
Tang Yili was pulled over to sit next to Feng Yiman.
She asked Tang Yili, "Where is your man?"
Is this the first time someone has asked this question today?
On his wife's birthday, if her husband doesn't accompany her, it seems to have violated the criminal law. He should be put in jail and sentenced to a wifeless sentence to relieve his hatred.
Tang Yili was a little annoyed and saw a pack of cool cigarettes on the table. No matter whose it was, he took one out and Jun Pang quickly lit it.
He blinked fiercely at Feng Yiman, "Why are you asking? It's just fun to come out and play."
Jun Pang: The young couple must have had a quarrel.
Feng Yiman: Well...that makes sense.
Jun Pang made a show of shouting: "Come, celebrate the birthday of the birthday boy, let's fire a royal salute!"
"What age are you now, and you still drink the royal salute?" Feng Yiman rolled his eyes: "I think you are just a royal cannon!"
Overall, I had a great time tonight.
Feng Yiman was very good at stirring up the atmosphere, and Tang Yili followed her in disparaging Jun Pang, and fully realized the joy of a rich girl getting married, which is to humiliate a man wantonly, and he will not fall out at all.
Thinking that the eldest young master of the Pang family was like this, Tang Yili felt very happy.
After Tang Yili drank, the car was driven back to Rongjing Mansion by a chauffeur. She took a ride in the Rolls-Royce and went downstairs. She waved goodbye to Jun Pang and Feng Yiman and went upstairs alone.
While waiting for the elevator, she checked her watch on her phone. It was already past twelve o'clock and her birthday was over. Xun Lang, a bitch, hadn't even replied to her text message. What's the matter? Do you really want to leave?!
Tang Yili angrily got off the elevator and walked to the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall. She found a pair of men's leather shoes in it. They were brown soft-soled lambskin. This season is the time to wear such a pair of breathable and light shoes. These are a good pair of shoes.
Um?!
Where did the men's shoes come from?
It took Tang Yili a long time to realize that Xun Lang was back!
Damn it, my husband is back, there is no need to divorce this marriage!
Tang Yili kicked off her high heels, put on her slippers, and ran towards the house.
The lights were not turned on in the living room, which was dimly illuminated by the moonlight and shrouded in tranquility and cleanliness. Walking in, a ray of light shone through the crack of the bedroom door, creating the effect of a deep-sea lighthouse.
Someone was waiting for her to come home. This thought suddenly struck Tang Yili's consciousness, causing her to wake up.
She pushed open the bedroom door, and what she saw was more vivid than she expected - light gray short sleeves on the man's muscular body, with bulging chest line, sitting next to the bedside, with a hood on his legs
A gray-pink wool blanket.
Xun Lang was reading a book, as quiet as a statue.
In the room, under the warm yellow small lamp beside the bed, there was the occasional sound of paper being turned, which perfectly interpreted the picture of quiet time and peace.
Tang Yili unconsciously walked over lightly.
Xun Lang raised his head and looked around.
The two looked at each other and smiled suddenly.
Xun Lang closed the book and prepared his arms the second before Tang Yili rushed towards her. Then he caught her firmly, like holding a child, wrapping her legs around her waist and holding Tang Yili in her small
Butt in short skirt.
I'm not afraid of being exposed.
Tang Yili: "When did you come back? Didn't you say you couldn't make it back today?"
"How dare I not come back for your birthday."
Fortunately, things went smoothly and the trip ended one day early. He quickly asked his secretary to buy a ticket and flew back overnight. He was in such a hurry. After the plane landed, he turned on his phone and saw that someone was still clamoring for it.
divorce.
Xun Lang took advantage of the situation and pinched the sharp flesh on Tang Yili's buttocks.
"Tell me, if I offend you, I will be finished. How?"
This is what Tang Yili threatened Xun Lang in the text message.
Now hearing it from Xun Lang's ears again, it was like being dipped in honey. She couldn't help but tighten her legs and curled her lips, "That's it, here comes the little flying stick~"
Du, a sweet kiss was placed on Xun Lang's mouth.
Of course Xun Lang didn't know what this was about, but he couldn't help but respond by curling up the corners of his lips to deepen the kiss.
However, before anything more provocative could happen, the kiss stopped.
Xun Lang withdrew the kiss first, frowning slightly.
"Smoking?"
Drinking a little wine counts as socializing, but smoking does not count, especially for girls.
Xun Lang looked at Tang Yili with a burning gaze, which made people feel inexplicably dangerous.
Tang Yili stuck out his tongue, trying to shift the blame, "I was playing with Jun Feng Yiman today... and I smoked one."
In fact, two hours ago, Xun Lang had already seen Jun Fatty's circle of friends - Feng Yiman and Tang Yili jumping on the dance floor for a group photo - and he knew that Tang Yili was going clubbing tonight.
As long as he didn't go out of his way, Xun Lang didn't mind, and he even trusted Jun Pang and let him send Tang Yili home.
"I didn't ask who you played with tonight." Xun Lang emphasized the point again: "I asked, who did you learn to smoke from?"