Tonight, Tang Yili stayed up all night to record the show. There was no one at home, so there was no point in going back. Xun Lang originally planned to work overtime in the office, but then he couldn't stand the strange looks from the outside world, so he gave up.
The situation started in the morning.
Upon arriving at the company, after listening to the morning newspaper, Chen Sheng asked Xun Lang how he would celebrate his birthday tonight.
Xun Lang answered casually that Tang Yili had a job, so he had no plans.
Chen Sheng felt a little regretful but didn't say anything.
Later, this conversation seemed to be on a loop, repeating it seven times in one day.
When Xun Miaoyun wishes his son a happy birthday, count it once.
When Tang Feng sent blessings to his son-in-law, he asked again.
Then there are the secretaries of the president's office, clients, directors, etc. Anyone who has a slight connection and knows Xun Lang's birthday looks at Xun Lang with complicated eyes, as if he is an alien.
So, is it pitiful to work overtime on your birthday? Is it illegal? Or is it abnormal?
Xun Lang was extremely annoyed.
Jun Pang happened to call at this time. Before he could speak, Xun Lang took the initiative and asked, "Where are you?"
Candy Club, a new nightclub in the city.
Nighttime is the time to pick up customers, because the location is good and close to the CBD. Even though it just opened, at around 8pm, it is already starting to get a bit crowded.
Xun Lang went upstairs along the lighted corridor.
It can be seen that the decoration here is very good, and the large glass windows provide a panoramic view of the colorful night scenery.
The private room that Jun opened was located at the very back of the second floor. As soon as he opened the door, the room was dimly lit and the crowds were in groups of twos and threes. They were all young masters who had no worries about food and clothing. Surrounded by cool beauties, the atmosphere was warm.
When these people saw Xun Lang coming in, they were both surprised and happy.
The main reason is that they, a group of dandies and powerful people like Xun Lang, rarely interact with each other, and now they are a bit flattered to be able to sit at the same table for a drink.
Jun Pang symbolically greeted everyone with a toast to the birthday boy. Xun Lang accepted it lightly and took a sip of bourbon.
The etiquette was acceptable, so Xun Lang sat in a corner, away from the crowd. Jun Pang greeted him around and sat next to Xun Lang.
"It's rare, it's rare. I asked you to come out to play, and I didn't pout you directly. I didn't expect that it's your birthday today, and you are quite friendly to the people."
"Why, did you have a quarrel with your Tang Yili?"
Xun Lang: "She has accepted a variety show and will stay up all night tonight."
"I understand." Jun Pang said with an "I understand" look on his face, "I'm asking you to stay alone in the empty room... That's Tang Yili's fault. Come, let me respect you on her behalf and comfort you."
Xun Lang seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He had actually coaxed Tang Yili to comfort him in the morning. Of course, he didn't need to tell others this.
The crystal glass is touched lightly, and the ice cubes make a crisp sound.
The two of them each took a sip, and chatted for a while.
This drinking party was not specially reserved for Xun Lang. Jun Pang had to take care of other friends. After sitting for a while, he went to the other end.
There was nothing wrong with Xun Lang sitting alone. He just saw the second-generation ancestors in the place, all shivering. Like a mouse seeing a cat, his hands were obviously under the girl's skirt. Xun Lang looked at him, and the man was so frightened that he quickly pulled away
come out.
Why be a boring person?
Xun Lang said hello to Jun Pang, left the box, and went downstairs along the black carved iron staircase.
The stairs happened to be behind the bar, and through the sky-high glass wine cabinet, I happened to see several boys surrounding a girl.
There seemed to be a confrontation, and the bustling people around him drowned out the weird atmosphere.
Xun Lang walked down the steps from a high place. He didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, but suddenly he heard someone call the girl, "Ali."
After a pause, Xun Lang stood on the stairs and looked at the girl.
Standing in the midst of right and wrong, the expression on her face was quite tragic. She was obviously very scared, but she still had to hold on to her aura. Unfortunately, she looked only twenty years old, and her aura was at most 1.6 meters tall.
The boys, who were very naughty, grabbed her shoulders and tried to drag her away.
People in the bar saw it, but they pretended not to see it, and no one paid any attention to it, let alone helped call the police or something.
The girl was jumping and shouting. She had no choice but to look around for help. When she took a glance, she saw Xun Lang standing on a high place.
Judging by the shape of her mouth, she should be shouting, "Help me."
The sense of justice is instinctive.
In addition, the girl's name was Ali. From the moment he stopped, Xun Lang was not ready to just ignore it.
He walked down and stood in front of the people who were snatching people. He was more than a head taller than them, and his intimidating power came from his physical strength.
The boy at the head shivered. He had never seen anyone with such an outstanding temperament in his life. He trembled in his heart and said.
"Don't mind your own business. This girl cheated my sister out of money. We just asked her to pay back the money. She will grow up brightly and it will be useless for you to call the police."
That Ali was on a par with the ancestor in his family. Even though he was in trouble, he still looked arrogant.
I don’t know who owes whom.
Xun Lang asked: "How much does she owe you?"
"One thousand!" The debtor raised his head.
Xun Lang took out his wallet, pinched ten red banknotes and handed them over.
That's how those people looked when they saw the money. They didn't care where the money came from. They grabbed the money and ran onto the dance floor without a trace.
But the girl still looked unhappy and came to question Xun Lang.
"Why did you give them money? I don't owe them anything. His sister asked me to do manicures. Every one of them was hand-painted by me. Is it wrong to charge her a thousand dollars? After the work was done, it was too expensive, so she asked someone to block me. I thought
Ask for the money back, it’s obvious that they want to eat the King’s meal!”
There was a drawing board lying on the ground. It had been thrown to the ground during the chaos. There were several pencil sketches in it, which were scattered out. The girl squatted on the ground, picking them up and talking.
"In this case, you should call the police!"
"I won't pay you back anyway."
A dispute worth 1,000 yuan is more like a child's play - today you break up with me, tomorrow I'll break up with you - and you still need to alert the police?
A bit ridiculous.
Xun Lang didn't worry about money at all.
He glanced at his watch, guessing that Tang Yili was going to send him a clue about the gift, and was about to go home.
As he went out, the girl chased him into the street, "But I can draw you a sketch as a thank you."
This is quite unique.
Xun Lang kept walking and looked at her sideways, his cold jawline moving.
"No."
He continued walking forward, and the parking lot was in front of him.
Xun Lang went out today without a bodyguard and drove here by himself. He forgot about it for a moment and drank some wine, but the girl saw through it.
"I want to remind you as a friendly reminder that drunk driving is against the law."
Xun Lang was amused.
There was indeed a moment when he wanted to drive back by himself, but as even the little girl knew, there was no reason for him not to be a law-abiding adult.