Xun Lang became even more irritated when he saw Tang Yili slowly taking off the mask and looking at him with a half-smile.
He simply interrupted Lin Ye: "...If you think there are so many difficulties, you don't have to take this job. I can tell my mother that I won't make it difficult for you."
Lin Ye was still talking, but Xun Lang picked up the phone.
At this time, Tang Yili's curiosity about the past events of the dog man and woman reached its peak.
You must know that Xun Lang is just distant and indifferent to people, and he directly hangs up the phone. This is the first time she has seen such rude things. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. If they say they haven't ordered anything before, Tang Yili will twist his head off.
Xun Lang interrupted the call and walked towards Tang Yili. When he was about to speak, Tang Yili was blocked and turned back.
"Don't come over. You said it was a truce last night. Let's continue now."
She looked in the mirror and used a curling iron to twist the broken hair on her temples. She looked at Xun Lang and stopped abruptly.
He must be really angry, his eyes were so cold that even the dust in the air became quiet.
After a moment of silence, Xun Lang turned around and went into the bathroom. He didn't come out until Tang Yili finished putting on makeup.
The suit was handmade, tailor-made, and every part of it was noble and well-fitted. How could a person like this show any flaw? When he walked past Tang Yili, he just regarded her as airless and without even looking at her, he opened the door and left.
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As the door slowly closed, Tang Yili watched as four bodyguards entered the elevator in groups of two, surrounding Xun Lang.
As she wished, the cold war continued.
Today is the first day that I hated Xun Lang.
After Tang Yili joined the company, the first thing he did was to hold a meeting.
At regular meetings, the heads of each department reported on the progress of the projects in hand, and then kept hinting that the company would support us.
What support?
money.
Tang Yili, who had a headache when he mentioned money, supported his painful head with the back of his hand and reached out to pick up the coffee cup, only to realize that the cup was empty.
At the end of the meeting, Tang Yili made the final summary: "It's almost the end of the year. Let's work harder. The project will be completed on schedule and we won't be treated badly in terms of remuneration."
A group of veteran workers in the workplace looked at each other and smiled after hearing this: The two generations of Boss Tang all drew the same flavor of cake, but something is better than nothing.
Everyone said in unison, thank you boss, and ended the meeting.
Tang Yili came out of the conference room and met Annie again.
Recently, Tang Yili paid little attention to Yili Garments, and left all decision-making matters to Annie and Wang Jian. Now that Annie came over, Tang Yili thought something had happened.
Annie: "Last time, Mr. Li, you said you wanted to wear our new business attire for the cocktail party. I'm here to ask, why haven't you taken the clothes away yet?"
Tang Yili forgot about the reception.
After Annie reminded her, she remembered that she had promised Xun Lang to attend a reception at an Asian Pioneer Forum together.
At this cocktail party, there were cultural and sports people, entrepreneurs and politicians, people from all walks of life gathered together, it was a hodgepodge of elites. The role of developing connections is potential. The most intuitive effect is that if you are invited, you will be awesome.
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This can be regarded as a landmark event at the end of the year.
Xun Lang was invited by the organizing committee, and Tang Yili was invited by Xun Lang.
As a female companion, Tang Yili had already chosen her clothes yesterday, but she didn't take them away because she was going to Xishan for the festival.
Annie hung the clothes for Tang Yili in the office and had them ironed and smoothed.
Tang Yili looked at that body and suddenly became confused.
She was having a cold war with a doggy man, and she even accompanied him to a cocktail party?!
It’s too cheap for him!
But...if he asks himself, that's not impossible.
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Xun Lang was upset almost the whole day, but various trivial matters involved him and kept him busy.
When he was about to get off work, his assistant came to ask: "Ms. Lin called and wants to invite you to dinner."
"Which Miss Lin?"
Assistant: "Miss Lin Ye."
Xun Lang turned the document to the last page, signed his name, and handed it to his assistant along with the previous copies.
"Tell her I'm not free."
"yes."
The assistant exits the office.
The sky outside gradually darkened.
It's cold, and you can feel the desolation even if you sit in a warm room through the glass.
Xun Lang watched for a while, then put down what he was doing and asked the driver to prepare the car.
When swimming pool A was closed, he went swimming a few laps.
Maybe he had been away for too long. As soon as he got into the water, he felt like he was reborn.
The cold and biting water is like a gentle quilt, and the waves passing by his ears are like a lover's murmurs. Xun Lang indulges in it and is immersed in it.
The annoyance that had been bothering him all day was temporarily forgotten.
Until a whistle sounded from the shore, Xun Lang accurately identified the direction in the water, dived to Wei Ran's feet, and leaned out half of his body.
The two people, who hadn't seen each other for a while, looked at each other briefly and smiled at the same time.
Wei Ran was wearing a ski hat and a pair of slippers, squatting on the shore. Xun Lang wiped the water from his face and leaned over.
"Why are you here?" Xun Lang asked.
Wei Ran said, "I should be the one asking you."
"I came from the cafeteria just now. I saw the lights on here and heard a sound. I thought it couldn't be you. Who knew it was true."
Professional athletes can judge the opponent's rhythm by relying on the frequency of water waves and breathing. Wei Ran's understanding of Xun Lang is at a professional level, and it is no exaggeration at all.
Xun Lang: "How have you been training recently?"
Wei Ran: "There won't be an official competition until next summer. I'm actually not too busy. My goal this year is to pass the General Administration's assessment. You know, if you fail the General Administration's assessment, you will be returned to the provincial team."
Xun Lang smiled: "Are you and Cheng Zhun still at risk of being returned?"
Wei Ran also smiled.
He and Cheng Zhun, both of whom are now the fastest swimmers in China, are aiming to win medals in international competitions.
The assessment lines of the General Administration are determined based on their performance and reference.
Of course they have no pressure.
If even Wei Rancheng failed the test, it only means that there is a problem with the line, not them.
Xun Lang helped him to the shore, and Wei Ran handed Xun Lang a towel.
"However, I heard that Zhan Yixuan will be sent back."
Xun Lang wiped his hair and looked at him.
Wei Ran: "The appeal for a doping investigation was rejected by the Olympic Organizing Committee. He has been suspended for two years. It is confirmed that he will not be able to participate in international competitions. In addition, the team's self-examination also found that he had misbehavior, so it is inevitable
It was sent back.”
"This man is arrogant and can't bear the slightest grievance. He refuses to go back. He threatens the General Administration and says that if he is allowed to return to the provincial team, he will retire immediately. There will be no hope of letting him serve the country again in two years."
"This thing is going on, and everyone is watching the excitement."
Xun Lang: "With such a big fuss, how could the General Administration compromise?"
"Who says it's not the case? Zhan Yixuan is just too conceited and thinks he is the only one who can play in the national team."