In the past, when Ah Wu sent Tang Yili to a place, his time was free. He could go wherever he liked and do whatever he liked. He was free and Tang Yili felt unfettered.
But Wang Zhanshan, who came in, did a completely different thing. After following Tang Yili upstairs, he sat down at the door of her office. Like a door god, he glared at everyone, as if the whole world owed him eight million.
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Anne, Wang Jian and the others saw Wang Zhanshan and walked through the door.
At noon, Tang Feng came over to meet his daughter for lunch. He was shocked when he saw the man. He walked over and asked politely, "Sir... are you from a debt company?"
Before Wang Zhanshan could answer, Tang Yili opened the door with a loud bang. Before Tang Feng responded, Wang Zhanshan stood up as if he was electrified, "Mrs. Xun, what are your orders?"
Tang Yili was on the verge of crying, so she motioned for him to sit down, "I'm not looking for you." She turned to her father as if asking for help.
Tang Feng slipped into Tang Yili's office and quickly closed the door.
He was still frightened: "I thought Yili Garments couldn't keep its turnover, so people came to collect debts!"
Tang Yili leaned against the door, looking downcast: "This new bodyguard... I'm really convinced. He just stands at the door with a straight face and scares people. Help..."
She threw herself on the door panel, not even daring to bang the door loudly.
Tang Feng asked: "Didn't you ask Xun Lang? Why don't you get rid of him? I remember that your former bodyguard didn't have so much trouble."
"I asked, and Xun Lang said no. He also said that with the recent re-election of Ji's board of directors, whether he, the acting president, can be successfully promoted to a regular position? At this juncture, we are afraid that someone will cause trouble and cause trouble, so we need to strengthen security."
"Not only this Wang Zhanshan, but also four bodyguards for me in a few days..."
When it comes to the re-election of Ji's board of directors, Tang Feng is counting the days and it is really coming soon.
Thinking about the turbulent situation of the Ji family, the fierce struggle, strengthening security...well, it is very necessary.
Tang Feng suddenly stood on Xun Lang's side.
"In this case, having a bodyguard will make you feel more at ease."
"After all, when it comes to a critical moment, just be patient, sacrifice a little, and wait until Xun Lang is officially elected, then it's not too late to relax."
That's what it says.
Tang Yili: "But I feel like I am being watched and I have completely lost my freedom..."
Tang Feng glanced at his daughter and didn't think there was anything to complain about.
"Squeamish! We've always spoiled you."
He took his daughter downstairs to eat, trying to gag Tang Yili. Wang Zhanshan followed behind and watched the whole process.
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The weekend is the day when Xun Langtang and his wife move into their wedding room.
This day is the day when Tang Feng goes to see the master. It is an auspicious day, and it is said that moving today is a good day for children and grandchildren.
Although Tang Yili didn't believe it, she was afraid of nagging, so she gritted her teeth and got up early and followed the storage team to pack things together.
Xun Lang directs the packing of large daily necessities, while Tang Feng is responsible for receiving the goods at the new home.
The cloakroom is owned by Tang Yili, so she is responsible for guarding it.
Jewelry and watches are counted one by one, put in suitcases, and transported away by the escort company. Then shoes, hats, and bags are transported in a car, and finally clothes. This is a massive project, and five storage technicians are working at the same time to sort them.
The clothes are folded one by one and registered, and then the luggage is measured and sent out in a truck.
In one morning, the house was basically empty. Xun Lang came in to check the progress of the cloakroom and found that the cabinet was only half empty.
"Do you want more people?" he asked.
At this pace, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish the move even after dark.
Tang Yili stepped over a large suitcase and shrugged: "Their company will send two more people over in the afternoon, but I'm not sure if there will be enough manpower."
"Why don't we let everyone have lunch first and then work on it in the afternoon? If that doesn't work, we'll clean it up tomorrow."
Several young and powerful collectors were obviously tired, and their hand speed had slowed down.
Xun Lang also agreed.
The storage clerks looked "saved" on their faces and quickly thanked their bosses and went downstairs to eat.
The empty room was messy, as if it had been robbed, with pieces of paper and packaging bags everywhere.
Tang Yili leaned on Xun Lang and rubbed his head, "I'm a little reluctant to move away like this. I didn't feel like I was married before, and now I feel like I'm living under someone else's roof even before I live in the wedding room."
Feeling, what to do.”
Xun Lang hugged her tighter, "I'll pass that house over to you later, and I'll still live in your house. That's okay."
Tang Yili laughed out loud and said with a cheerful smile: "I don't care what you want the house for."
"Well, I like being a home-based son-in-law." It's rare to see Xun Lang talking nonsense with a serious face. It can be seen that he is in a good mood today, and Tang Yili is amused.
She leaned into her husband's arms, and just when she was about to get tired, suddenly, with a plop, one of the items in the closet fell out.
It turned out that it was the result of previous sorting, and it was not placed firmly and was all scattered on the floor.
Tang Yili opened his mouth with a look of surprise that turned into immense pain, "This is the result of just one hour's work..."
It was a pile of summer tops, mainly short-sleeved, all folded as neatly as tofu cubes, and looked like dominoes in various colors when they fell.
Xun Lang let go of Tang Yili and walked over to try to save her. When he picked it up, he realized that the soft fabric fell apart after being picked up and could not be restored at all.
"Forget it, let's ask the collectors to do it again this afternoon."
Tang Yili shrugged.
He was squatting with his arms on his knees, not knowing what he was looking at. Tang Yili wanted to ask him to get up and eat together, but Xun Lang reached out and picked out a white T-shirt from the scattered clothes.
There may be hundreds of ordinary styles in the wardrobe, but a touch of red at the corner of the clothes makes Tang Yili's blood freeze.
Then the pain that I didn’t want to experience came up again,
Tang Yili quickly said: "Well, that's yours."
When Xun Lang stood up, he unfolded his white T-shirt without raising his head, and his movements were gentle and silent, but it still made people feel scared.
"At that time, you went to the United States for training and left a lot of things in the dormitory. Cheng Zhun asked me to help him clean it up. I...I went. Then, when I saw that you didn't take this dress with you, I took it back...
"
The sound is getting smaller and smaller.
Xun Lang is a bit taller than Qin Sheng, and he is also wider. The white T-shirt is tailor-made. It stands to reason that the naked eye can tell who belongs to him, but Tang Yili is not sure and feels terribly guilty. He is afraid that the past will happen again and let Xun Lang
It was a misunderstanding, so even my voice was shaking when I spoke.
Xun Lang slowly turned his head and looked at Tang Yili, his eyes clear and clear, like a misty morning or the setting sun after snow.
Suddenly my heart skipped a beat.
Tang Yili was nervous and flustered: "I threw that one away a long time ago."
There is no need to say which one or which one it is.