Tang Yili was still unable to recover from the victory, and looked at Xun Lang with clear eyes and confusion.
One-half second later, she realized that the "my wife" Xun Lang mentioned was the beautiful, generous, virtuous and virtuous herself?!
Tang Yili smiled like a good wife: "Miss Lin, please walk slowly."
Lin Ye's face looked particularly white in the falling rain. She pursed her lips and looked a little sad in her eyes. She glanced at Xun Lang and turned around and rushed into the rain.
The driver hurriedly followed, but it was raining heavily, and Lin Ye's white skirt was stained with dark stains.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the splashing sound of falling water could be heard under the eaves.
Tang Yili turned his head, changed his expression to a pretentious one, and asked Xun Lang.
"I gave my umbrella to someone, what should we do?"
Xun Lang hardly hesitated, unbuttoned the cufflinks of his suit and took off his clothes.
Before Tang Yili had time to say anything, the clothes had already covered her head. The soft and silky lining passed across her cheeks, carrying his warmth and a faint woody scent.
Hold the person tightly.
Immediately, Tang Yili felt a force on his waist and was hugged by Xun Lang.
"Let's go."
When he spoke, Tang Yili's sight was blocked and Xun Lang's expression could not be seen, but the huge size difference perfectly interpreted the meaning of sheltering from wind and rain.
"Will it be photographed by the media?"
Tang Yili was led into the rain. The air was awe-inspiring, but it couldn't take away the warmth in the man's arms.
Xun Lang: "Aren't you the wife I am marrying? What are you afraid of?"
He still remembered what the two had quarreled with just now.
Tang Yili laughed.
It was cold and cool in autumn, and the fallen leaves and accumulated water on the ground lightly splashed on the feet. Tang Yili was hugged by Xun Lang, holding a handbag and holding up his suit with both hands, passing by the cars waiting in line.
I don’t know what the Asian elites sitting in the car think about each one. Tang Yili felt a kind of happiness in being bound and infinitely loved at the same time.
That is, what are you afraid of? She is the legitimate wife of Xun Lang.
Finally, when he reached her black Continental, Ah Wucheng came to open the door in fear.
"Sir, Madam, you...Didn't King Kong bring an umbrella to pick you up?"
Tang Yili laughed out loud: "That umbrella was taken away to save the beauty."
Ah Wu didn't dare to answer this and lowered his head.
Xun Lang lifted the person and threw him into the car, with a serious look on his face that was intended to scare people.
As King Kong said, there was a bit of a jam at the gate, and Tang Yili's car waited in line for a long time before slowly getting on the road.
There was a damp smell of rain in the car, and when the air conditioning temperature rose, it felt stuffy and hot.
Tang Yili was not very wet, but the lower part of her skirt was half soaked in water and felt a little cold against her legs.
Xun Lang was in a worse condition. Most of his shirt was wet, and the lines of his entire shoulders were vaguely undulating under the semi-transparent fabric.
He took the tissue box handed over by Tang Yili and wiped the water on his face and neck, but the ends of his hair were still ticking, which scattered the forehead hair fixed with hair wax, and a few strands fell on his forehead, making the jet black hair
Set against the pale skin, there is a sense of sexiness after chaos.
Tang Yili withdrew his gaze and told himself, don't look, don't look, it will make you look ignorant if you look too much.
She turned her face away, holding the damp suit jacket in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and asked him: "Do you want to wear this..." During the conversation, Tang Yili did not raise her eyes, realizing that Xun Lang was looking at her.
And eager to explain.
"I mean, if the coat isn't soaked, it's better to wear... than a shirt."
If you wear a cool shirt all the way home, you might catch a cold.
But she didn't say this.
The driver turned up the air conditioner with a wink.
Xun Lang: "It doesn't matter, just dress like this."
The car drove slowly and slowly, and after another half an hour, it finally left the congested road. It was almost midnight, and when it entered the underground garage of the community, it was extremely quiet along the way.
Tang Yili always felt hot. She didn't know if it was because she was wearing clothes and using the air conditioner. Therefore, the moment she opened the car door, the coldness made her clearer.
She subconsciously turned to look at Xun Lang. He got off the bus at the other end, wearing a soaked black shirt. He was even more solemn than at this night. This man may be made of ice and is not afraid of the cold.
While Tang Yili was slandering, Xun Lang had already walked over and was waiting for her to get off the car.
Tang Yili hugged his coat and followed him into the elevator. The damp smell filled the small space in the car.
It made people feel vaguely unable to breathe. He raised his eyes and glanced at Xun Lang from the corner of his eye. His face looked extremely calm.
A man who brought another woman to a cocktail party and was caught by his wife, why was he so calm?
Is he still confident?
Back on his own territory, Tang Yili's bubbling curiosity was ready to take action again.
He had nothing to say about Lin Ye?
Footsteps followed her, leisurely.
Tang Yili stopped at the door, lowered his head, pursed his lips slightly, and pressed his fingerprint to unlock the door.
The pale lights in the room gradually turned on, and Xun Lang went straight to the bathroom.
Tang Yili threw her bag and coat casually in the entrance cabinet, and followed her to the bathroom door. There was already a rustling sound inside. She stood across the door for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"What's the relationship between you and Lin Ye?"
The voice inside stopped for a moment, then continued.
"It doesn't matter."
Tang Yili had had enough of this answer, "You just don't want to say it, right?!"
Her voice had become shrill, and the man inside might have lost his patience, so he simply turned on the shower without answering. The sound of gurgling water could completely block communication.
Tang Yili's heart tightened for no reason, and he held the doorknob in his hand until his mouth turned white. It was true that the anger started in his heart, and the evil grew in his courage. He opened his eyebrows and eyes, bit the teeth in his mouth, and then he didn't know where it came from.
With enough courage, I turned the doorknob and walked straight in.
She was wearing a long black skirt that was slightly wrapped around her body and legs, and her upper body was a glossy black shirt with a pointed collar. She looked like a queen. When she walked into the frosted glass door and passed through the thick fog, Xun Lang was stunned for a moment.
"you……"
Tang Yili was barefoot and her hair was half wet, like a banshee.
"I don't believe you can hold back."
Everything after that was like being drunk and falling apart.
Xun Lang lowered his head and happened to meet her looking up. Tang Yili's eyes were as clean as glass marbles sunk at the bottom of the water, but his smile was downright evil.
She lowered her head and rubbed a little lipstick on it. The color was dazzling and went straight to the top of her head.
Xun Lang put one hand on the glass wall, exerting force unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white.
Tang Yili raised his head and asked with a smile: "...do you want me to continue?"
"..."
"You know the terms."
"I don't want to do this to you, Tang Yili."
"But I want to do this to you."
I treat you as a plaything in my hand, give you pleasure, make you suffer, and finally surrender to my threat and hand over your secrets.
Xun Lang closed his eyes, sighed resignedly, and reached out to press the back of her head, "Okay... I'll tell you later."