Chapter 256 You don't have to go if you don't want to go
Xun Lang stood there for a long time before he remembered to throw the clothes in his hands into the dirty clothes basket, then took off his pants and changed into a pair of thin white cotton pajamas.
He walked to the bathroom and started to pour water. Then he remembered that he had taken a shower in University A today, so he took two handfuls of water, washed his face, and then returned to the bedroom.
The lights in the bedroom were turned off, leaving only the small lamp on his side of the bed. Tang Yili was lying on the bed, lying on the undulating curves of his side, covered under a single quilt.
Another double quilt was placed at the end of the bed. It was prepared for him, so there was no need to grab it tonight.
Xun Lang went to bed, pulled the quilt over him, and looked at the pale yellow light scattered by the night light above his head, which was like the moonlight that had been purified, soft and distant.
His thoughts slowly dispersed, and Xun Lang heard the breathing coming from beside him, which gradually became steady and even, and he turned off the small lamp that looked like moonlight.
Immediately, the room fell into the darkness of late autumn, and the natural moonlight was colder than expected.
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The second day I hate Xun Lang.
Tang Yili didn't eat the breakfast cooked by Xun Lang, and went straight to work after blow-drying her long curly hair.
I don't know when the tacit understanding was reached. Xun Lang began to take charge of breakfast, eggs, milk and bacon, the same content every day. Occasionally, he would bake bread in the toaster, which was a variety of tricks.
The two of them have been doing this every morning since they moved in together, and they have become accustomed to it.
But today, Tang Yili didn't eat anything and went directly to work.
Xun Lang sat at the table and finished the meal for two.
It seemed like nothing. On weekdays, Tang Yili was a picky eater and couldn't eat more than a few bites. Xun Lang also cleaned up and ate the rest.
After breakfast, it was time for Sister Yue to clean up regularly.
When she entered the door and saw the plates on the table, she quickly rolled up her sleeves and asked Xun Lang to leave them while she would clean them up.
"Ah Li went to work so early today."
Sister Yue asked casually.
Xun Lang answered with one word, "Yeah", then took the documents and coat and went out.
Sister Yue wondered, "The atmosphere is a bit strange."
Taking another look at the two sets of tableware in his hand, he immediately dismissed his doubts and told himself.
"How can we quarrel when we can make breakfast?"
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When Tang Yili arrived at the company, she first went to the cafe on the second floor, bought a cup of hot coffee, held it in her hand, and took the elevator upstairs. She was wearing seven-centimeter high heels, her bare legs were covered in a wool coat, and the hem of her clothes was swaying, just like a
Workplace ghost.
Xin Xin followed, first made a rational report, and then left a pile of documents to be signed.
Tang Yili sipped the hot drink and flipped through the pages until the coffee cup was empty.
Ever since she took over Fontan, she had needed coffee to stay alive, drinking cup after cup. Especially when encountering difficult situations, she would rely even more on the fragrant bitter taste of coffee to refresh herself.
Tang Yili asked Xin Xin to buy herself another drink. This time it was a latte, with some milk and sugar. After drinking it, there was no need to have lunch.
While waiting for coffee, she took a brief look at the counter at Ye Mei Bar.
It has to be said that a rough guy like Shen Lang, when he started doing business, relied on his loyalty to the world and actually found a prosperous road.
For several kilometers around, everyone recognizes the Ye Mei brand.
It is said that those who fall out over picking up girls will give Shen Lang a piece of face and fight him again when he goes out.
Therefore, it is certain that the bar makes money, but as for the profit, it is actually a bit insignificant in front of the big market of Fontan.
Tang Yili thought that after receiving the dividends this year, he would sell his shares to Shen Lang at the original price and get out.
She made a phone call and told her about the matter. Shen Lang was extremely grateful, and his voice of joy spread along the radio waves.
"Tang Yili, you are simply a little angel! If you weren't my senior brother's wife, I might even fall in love with you!"
Tang Yili casually scribbled on his notebook and said: "We can sign a contract for the expected sale and settle the matter. In this way, you will be the only boss of Yemei. Whether it is financing or what to do next, it is all up to you.
Forget it, when you have collected enough money, you can give it to me again, so there is no need to worry."
Shen Lang heard another voice from the air, and then he stuttered and asked, "What is... an expected sale contract?"
It would be a long story if it involves professional terminology.
Tang Yili: “When signing, I’ll ask the company’s legal affairs officer to explain it to you.”
Shen Lang said yes again and again.
After hanging up the phone, Xin Xin also bought some coffee, and Tang Yili continued to spend time with Li Wanji.
When it was almost time to get off work, she suddenly remembered that she had called Shen Lang and forgot to tell him about the car. She should have asked him to sell the car directly. Tang Yili hesitated whether to send a text message and added this sentence. Then she thought about it,
It didn't happen at all.
Forget it, she forgot to mention that there was Xun Lang too. He hated that car anyway and would definitely ask Shen Lang to sell it.
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On the third day of the lukewarm relationship, Xun Lang and Tang Yili met in the cloakroom early in the morning.
It's also quite strange that a couple who obviously live under the same roof would be embarrassed when they couldn't avoid it and bumped into each other head-on.
Tang Yili scratched the collar and realized that the bathrobe he wore was very conservative, so he became a little more natural, nodded and said, "Good morning."
"morning."
Xun Lang's tone was very calm, maybe because he thought it was inappropriate to block other people's roads. He turned to another door, opened the full-length mirror inside, and began to tie his tie.
Back to back, Tang Yili opened the cabinet door and chose a turquoise pleated long skirt and an off-white knitted bottoming shirt for today's look.
She was embarrassed to change clothes in front of Xun Lang, so she asked casually.
"Asian Elite Forum, the cocktail party is tonight, isn't it?"
Xun Lang glanced at Tang Yili in the mirror and saw that she was holding up her clothes but not changing them, so he consciously speeded up his movements.
"It's tonight," he straightened the knot of his tie, opened the drawer, selected a watch, fastened it on his wrist, and buckled the buckle with a slight "click".
"If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."
Xun Lang quickly walked out of the cloakroom, leaving Tang Yili alone, with a hint of loneliness floating in the space.
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Tang Yili really didn't want to attend some Asian elite forum, and she wasn't invited, so why would she join? It's not an elite pretending to be an elite, so that's silly.
In the office, Annie's clothes hung there like a hanged man, floating around for a day, which made Tang Yili feel annoyed just looking at them.
When I was about to get off work, I thought that I would be alone when I got home, so I might as well go out and play.
Tang Yili called Feng Yiman and asked her, "Would you like to come out for a drink?"
Feng Yiman obviously has a problem.
There was melodious music in the background, and she lowered her voice and said, "I'm attending a cocktail party and I can't go. Why don't you come and find me."
Tang Yili asked: "What kind of cocktail party?"
"Asia Elite Forum."
What kind of bullshit cocktail party is this? Why is it still lingering?