Even though Tang Yili had hidden his emotions very well, this sigh still attracted Xun Lang's attention.
In the quiet space, Xun Lang's voice revealed the calmness of asking but not understanding.
He asked: "What happened today?"
This was the third time he asked tonight, and what he got was still Tang Yili, without the "nothing" Three-Character Sutra.
Obviously this is not a "nothing" attitude, there must be something going on, that's why it is like this. Tang Yili already acted very lonely at the dinner table in the evening. Others who were not familiar with Tang Yili thought she was just aloof, but Xun
Lang could tell clearly that there was a difference between Tang Yili being cold and in a good mood and being cold in a bad mood.
Xun Lang thought about some possibility and took the initiative to pierce the cocoon in Tang Yili's heart.
He asked: "Is it because Ji didn't invest in Fengtang?"
It stands to reason that only Ji Nanyun and the people in charge of communication would know about Fengtang's call to collect payment. Xun Lang is not responsible for strategic investment. If he got the news so quickly, he could only say——
"I asked someone to call you and ask you about Mr. Ji's begging for food. Everyone in your company knows about it, right?"
Tang Yili's attitude was a little flirtatious, but it suddenly touched Xun Lang's nerves.
"Begging for food?" Xun Lang was dumbfounded, "Is Fengtang begging for food from the Ji family?"
Perhaps in order to gain inexplicable pleasure from the pain, Tang Yili also smiled: "Or, it's okay if I beg you for food."
"Tang Yili!" Xun Lang's color changed instantly.
The joking atmosphere just now cooled down, and Tang Yili also suppressed his smile and looked at Xun Lang stubbornly.
There had never been such a cold feeling between the two of them, and it was more heart-wrenching than the cold wind that blew just now.
Xun Lang: "I don't understand why you lost your temper suddenly!"
Tang Yili's attitude was not very serious: "Did I lose my temper? Didn't you lose your temper first?"
Xun Lang felt a surge of impatience.
"I've gone around and lobbied Ji's shareholders for you, and done so much, but you summed it all up by just begging for food, so you're not losing your temper?"
"Are you communicating well?"
"For me? To lobby the Ji family for me?" Tang Yi saluted and grabbed the harshest word, "So even you think it's your Ji family who is giving me alms, right?"
Xun Lang's voice was extremely cold: "If you think the Ji family is giving you charity, then the Ji family is giving you charity, but I don't think so. Do you believe it?"
Tang Yili chuckled: "What do you think? I think you turned this conversation into a word game just to cover up your status as a superior."
"You always deliberately avoid the fact that our identities are not equal. You also refuse to admit Ji's attitude towards Fengtang. He can come and go as soon as possible."
"Just because I married you, Fontan became your family dog,"
Tang Yili seemed to have thought of something, and smiled, "Yes, your meat and bones are indeed delicious. I went out to search through a hundred trash cans, but it's not as economical as wagging my tail in front of your door."
Suddenly, Tang Yili seemed to have explained herself clearly, and seemed to accept the reality of marriage happily, but Xun Lang felt angry and wanted to hit someone with his fists.
But I don’t know who to target.
Because the person who started the war would lean on the headrest, close his eyes and concentrate, and end the conversation unilaterally with actions.
Xun Lang rested his elbows on the leather armrests and clenched his fists again and again. The veins on the back of his hands were visible. He repeated this several times before gradually flattening his palms.
Tang Yili was right, he was indeed feeding the dog, with a burning heart, feeding a dog that would bite after eating.
Back at Rongjing Mansion, in the small house, Tang Yili and Xun Lang took two paths back to the bedroom.
Tang Yili did his duty and went to wash up first.
Xun Lang was standing in the cloakroom connected to the bathroom, taking off his suit, when he heard a click behind him, and Tang Yili locked the bathroom.
This has never been the case.
To prevent him from being so defensive, did she think she was going to do anything to her while she was taking a shower?
I call my husband when I need him, and I even lock the bathroom door when I don't.
Who is against whom? The one who comes and goes away immediately after being attacked?!
Xun Lang's anger that he had just suppressed came up again.
…
Tang Yili took a hot bath and felt as if the top of her head was much clearer. She was relieved a little from her stress after a day of stress.
However, this does not mean that the quarrel has been forgotten.
She still didn't want to give Xun Lang a good face.
Isn’t the Ji family a wealthy family? Isn’t it the most important thing about inheritance? The sins I have done must be paid back by my son!
Tang Yili wrapped herself tightly in a gray-pink bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom with the idea of being a cheap man without revealing an inch of her beauty.
However, the expected bathroom obsessive and midnight voyeur did not appear.
The picture Tang Yili saw was a lonely figure, sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room, with his hands on his knees, meditating. His shirt cufflinks were tied straight at the wrists, and his slender legs were wrapped in a well-tailored custom-made suit.
In trousers.
If you don't look at his hands, then this is a pleasing painting called "Civilized Thoughts".
With the addition of hand movements - playing with the tie in circles - the painting style goes directly to the other extreme, "Still Kneel Down and Call Dad"
Tang Yili called her dad in her heart, but she remembered that her biological father was far away in Switzerland. Looking across 3.6 million square kilometers, she had no one to see him, so she wrapped her bathrobe tighter.
Perhaps the sound of opening the door disturbed the thinker. Xun Lang lowered his head and looked behind him. His posture, like a hawk looking like a wolf, frightened Tang Yili's heart.
"You, you go ahead and wash it. I've finished washing it."
Xun Lang stood up and walked over. The overwhelming momentum of the army immediately covered the row of spotlights above his head.
Tang Yili clearly felt a blackness above her head, and instinctively took a step back. Something unknown hit her calf, blocking her retreat.
Xun Lang held the tie, wrapped it around his right hand, and left the rest hanging in the air. He looked at her with a dark look in his eyes and raised his hand——
Tang Yili, who was forced into a corner, reflexively closed his eyes and held his head.
Two seconds after the air condensed, the binding action she expected did not happen.
The black tie fell into the dirty clothes basket behind her.
Tang Yili slowly opened his eyes and realized that Xun Lang's actions just now were just throwing, leading, and leading!
He unbuttoned two buttons, looked at her, chuckled, and went straight into the bathroom.
What was even more outrageous was that he even locked the bathroom.
Tang Yili cursed in his heart, "Nai Ma", and then rushed back to the bedroom angrily, grabbed the most advantageous position on the bed, and wrapped the quilt completely around himself.
You're going to freeze to death tonight, you piece of shit!
Ever since, Xun Lang came out of the bath and was pleasantly surprised to find that his wife had turned into a cocoon.
It was such a funny and angry night.
Some people can actually find trouble in 360 degrees without any blind spots.