She had been texting Feng Yiman since the morning.
[You help me get the cake back. I’ll get home at about five o’clock and start decorating it. 】
[Your uncle Jun is responsible for recording the whole process. Be sure to capture the expression on Xun Lang’s face clearly! 】
Feng Yiman sent a gif. The elites of the anti-terrorist force, holding guns and covering their faces with masks, collectively made an OK gesture.
Feng Yiman: [Don’t worry, Jun Pang has even chosen the wine. I guarantee that Xun Lang will knock you down immediately if he drinks it. 】
Tang Yili smiled for a while.
[Do you and your wife sell tiger bone aphrodisiac wine? 】
Feng Yiman: [Your husband is already the light of Asia, do you still need aphrodisiac? 】
This is the secret discovered by Feng Yiman when we went shopping together last time.
At that time, Tang Yili sent a message to Xun Lang, telling her where she was and asking him to pick her up. Feng Yiman, with sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed the phone.
"Light of Asia?!" She wasn't a little white rabbit either. She turned around and thought of the connotation, "My idol, why are you living like a duck on your phone?"
Tang Yili said with a black line: "What a duck, this is my admiration for him."
Tang Yili snatched the phone back.
Feng Yiman immediately turned on the scholar mode, "Then tell me, how long is it, what is its diameter, how many times does it occur, and how long does it take each time?"
"Don't you think your problem is a bit serious?"
"I just want to know whether your admiration is bragging or a show off that has never seen the world."
Tang Yili almost didn't mention it in one breath, "I've never seen the world?!"
The strong character was instantly established, but was quickly suppressed by reason.
"If you haven't seen the world, then you haven't seen the world. I won't be fooled by you."
The heir to Asia's second largest airline company, Miss Feng Yiman, the cunning spark in her eyes was instantly extinguished, and from now on she threatened to let you see the world.
…
A big.
The summer vacation is not over yet, and only a few students have returned to school. There is a sense of tiredness in the summer afternoon on campus.
The 100-meter poplar forest is covered with thick shade, but there is no one there.
The second swimming pool was empty and lonely, with very faint ripples, and the colorful plastic chairs on the stands were silent.
Xun Lang was sitting in the front row, wearing a neat red and white star-striped uniform. He clasped his hands together and put them to his lips, slowly lost in thought.
It seemed that he had not been in the water for a long time, and this long time was only a month. For ordinary people, it was really hard to talk about missing him.
But for Xun Lang, one month was already the longest time he had stayed away from this body of water.
And in the future, for the rest of his life, he will have no intersection with this body of water.
Xun Lang's reason once told him that if the future had nothing to do with it, he shouldn't let his feelings linger, but when the day of final farewell came, the emotions that he couldn't let go of were still gathering rapidly and uncontrollably.
On this sunny afternoon, the darkness of the night blocked out the sky.
"Xun Lang, you are really here."
Zhan Yixuan climbed up the railing of the stands, looked up from below, and said with a smile, "The press conference will start soon. They asked me to call you."
Xun Lang stood up and walked down the steps, not paying much attention to Zhan Yixuan's provocative gaze.
But Zhan Yixuan didn't want to be quiet. He followed Xun Lang, "Do I want to congratulate you? You will inherit the family business after retirement, Mr. Xiao Ji."
Xun Lang stopped, glanced at his former opponents, and finally his eyes fell on the national flag on the chest of the team uniform, and he raised his hand.
Zhan Yixuan thought Xun Lang was about to take action, so he suddenly stepped back. Both of them were stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that he had overreacted and glared at him in embarrassment.
"what are you doing?!"
Xun Lang's tone was normal, "I do miss this team uniform and the honor of wearing the national flag," he patted Zhan Yixuan on the shoulder, "So, you should cherish it."
Xun Lang turned around and walked out of the swimming pool, where a camera with long guns and short guns had been set up. As soon as he appeared, he started filming.
In the cool, damp porch, Zhan Yixuan stood for a long time, touching the national flag gloomily, "Of course I will cherish the swimming pool without you."
…
The press conference was small.
The General Administration wanted to suppress the enthusiasm for Xun Lang's retirement as much as possible, but because of his identity, many reporters came to watch, not only from the sports section, but also from the financial and entertainment sections.
As soon as Xun Lang showed up, everything was going crazy.
When Xun Lang retired, the one who was most heartbroken was Lei Penshen. As the head coach, he sat in the center of the blue background board with an expression as if he was mourning for his heir.
Director Zhang grabbed his clothes under the table and turned his body slightly, "With so many people watching, can you show me a good face?"
Lei Banshen turned to look at his beloved disciple, but couldn't help but asked: "Have you made up your mind?"
Xun Lang had no expression and nodded slightly.
Director Zhang was slightly speechless at the attitude of the master and apprentice. He softly throated and gave a signal to the audience.
The press conference officially begins.
"Dear journalists, welcome to this press conference held temporarily by the State Sports General Administration."
"...Xun Lang has been suffering from rotator cuff injuries all year round. In the last World Championships, he even had the experience of withdrawing from the competition. Although he re-wrote his legend in the Olympics, due to injuries..."
The tone suddenly slowed down, and even Zhang Ju himself couldn't help feeling regretful as he said.
"Athlete Xun Lang officially announced his retirement today."
The scene was completely silent, except for the sound of the shutter.
As a Grand Slam butterfly swimmer, no one would question his love for the swimming pool, but just because of his knowledge, everyone looked at Xun Lang with confusion.
The microphone was passed to Xun Lang, and next was the moment when he had to explain to hundreds of millions of people.
…
When it was time to get off work, Tang Yili rushed home like a bird returning to the forest.
There was a slight traffic jam on the road. She was afraid that Xun Lang would come home suddenly and would not have time to arrange the arrangements, so she broke into a small sweat.
When she rushed into the house, she realized that she was overthinking it. She breathed a sigh of relief and scolded the man for not staying home.
Feng Yiman and Jun Pang arrived half an hour later.
The two of them looked like players at first sight. They were able to blow up balloons and put up champagne towers with ease, and in no time they had decorated the room in a decent way.
Tang Yili opened the cake, checked that it was in perfect condition, and suddenly slapped her forehead: "Did you not buy candles?!"
"I bought it," Feng Yiman took out a set from the paper bag, "I know you don't like the ones from the cake shop, so I spent money to buy them."
"It's not that I don't like it either."
The six-inch cake costs tens of thousands, and the candles and hats given are certainly not defective. However, the cake shop printed its logo on the hat, which led to taking photos and posting on WeChat Moments as if it was free advertising for others. Isn’t it right?
like.
She took the set that Feng Yiman bought separately, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, and placed it neatly on the dining table.
Cherry red, mango yellow, honeydew green, combined with golden champagne and snow mountain rose, naturally form a table of Morandi colors.
everything's ready.
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