Xun Lang changed into light-colored home clothes. The texture of pure cotton made him look more noble and soft. He sat opposite Tang Yili and looked at her, "I am just sick enough to eat such spicy food."
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Tang Yili was originally looking forward to this dish, but when Xun Lang said this, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
She bit the tip of her chopsticks and didn't move.
Although Tang Feng also felt that the taste of this dish was too strong and was afraid of irritating his throat, he was always a 100% slave to his daughter and hurriedly spoke for Tang Yili.
"I've been sick for more than half a month and I only eat porridge. My mouth tastes bad. It's okay to eat a little."
Xun Lang didn't say anything to stop him, but Tang Yili still felt that he had lost his appetite, so he lowered his head and ate a crab, then picked up a few mouthfuls of side dishes and ate in silence.
Tang Feng didn't think anything was wrong, but was happy that his daughter could hold back her oral desires.
He asked his daughter to drink more Sydney Pipa soup while chatting with Xun Lang.
"You people over there are really good at eating crabs, right? The crab shells you peeled off can still be put back together completely."
Using only a pair of scissors, Xun Lang deftly dismembered the crabs and peeled off the snow-white meat. A small pile quickly accumulated on the small plate.
Xun Lang: "When I was young, there were always banquets at home, and it was very boring to sit down for a while. I just peeled crabs and played with them. I have developed my skills, but I am not interested in eating crabs."
"That's a good relationship." Tang Feng smiled, "You know how to peel it, but you don't like to eat it, so you are giving some people an advantage."
Xun Lang kept a faint smile on his face and said nothing, but used actions to explain.
Xun Lang saw the small plate of crab meat and the full amount of paste being brought to Tang Yili. He didn't stand up, but leaned forward slightly and retracted his arms.
He said: "The peeled ones have less seasoning and are not spicy at all."
If the series of things about buying the prize hadn't happened, Tang Yili would have thought that this was love and care. But today, looking at Xun Lang's actions, she felt that it was a way to control people - hitting one
The art of controlling people by giving a sweet date from a stick.
He had already said that except for her face, nothing was given to her by him. He had already taken a huge advantage from Xun Lang, so how could he afford this plate of crabmeat that he had peeled with his own hands.
Tang Yili raised his eyes and smiled vaguely under the warm yellow glass lamp, "Thank you."
After she finished speaking, she never moved her chopsticks.
Xun Lang withdrew his gaze, took out a tissue, and slowly wiped the oil on his hands.
Tang Feng: "By the way, isn't it the Chinese New Year? Feng Tang's board of directors is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Xun Lang, will you attend then?"
Siji Changli is Fengtang's major shareholder. Invitations for such a meeting must have been sent out long ago, but the scale of Fengtang is not as important as Xun Lang's personal presence.
"At that time, Chen Kai will go for me. If there are any questions at the meeting, or if you have any new requirements that you can't explain to Chen Kai, you can come to me directly."
Chen Kao was a man who didn't recognize his relatives. Tang Feng was originally quite afraid of him, but when Xun Lang said this, his worries were half relieved.
He quickly smiled and said: "We don't have any new requirements, just asking casually."
Tang Yili felt that her father's smile was too enthusiastic towards Xun Lang, and even seemed to be trying to please her. She couldn't stand it, so she got up and left.
Behind her, she only heard the men chatting, but she didn't see a single glance. They were quiet and sad.
…
Two days later, Tang Yili was looking for something in the cloakroom.
She clearly remembered that the light gray silk scarf was hanging in the third cabinet door on the left, but she rummaged through the pile of ties and still couldn't find it.
"Dong dong."
Someone knocked on the door.
Tang Yili turned around and saw Xun Lang leaning against the door with his arms folded, "I knocked on the door outside the bedroom, but you didn't hear it."
Ever since Tang Yili fell ill, they had begun to sleep in separate rooms. This master bedroom was given to Tang Yili. For Xun Lang, entering here was like entering "someone else's" room.
It is polite to knock on the door when entering a house.
Tang Yili stood up straight and asked, "What's the matter?"
Xun Lang: "I'll get some ties and clothes."
He stepped on the soft Persian carpet and walked in.
Tang Yili stepped aside, gave up his position, and watched Xun Lang's movements.
He didn't choose any color or style. He stretched out his long arms and pushed a dozen clothes hangers together. He picked up several pieces at a time and carried them several times. He almost emptied the hanging ties and the shirts next door.
Xun Lang walked in for the last time and took off two more woolen coats.
According to this attitude, Xun Lang will not need to enter the master bedroom for a long time.
Before leaving, he asked Tang Yili casually, "What are you looking for?"
Tang Yili: "A silk scarf, silver gray, I want to match it with the new suit I bought."
On the jewelry cabinet in the middle, there happened to be a woman's suit, which was very formal.
Xun Lang said with disapproval in his tone: "Are you going to go to work tomorrow?"
He thought that she had just recovered from a serious illness, and would at least have to wait until later years before her body could bear it.
But Tang Yili didn't understand the concern behind this inquiry. Instead, he said with a bit of self-deprecation.
"The group's board of directors meeting tomorrow may not be worth mentioning to Mr. Xun, but after all, it is the business where my family lives and lives. It would be inappropriate not to show up."
These words made Xun Lang unable to refute.
No matter how much he looked down on Tang Yili, he said he wanted to beg for food and his posture was so low as to be in the dust. What else could others say.
Can he still stop her?
cannot.
At this point, Xun Lang finally realized that tall buildings were erected step by step, but it only took a moment of irrationality to tear them down.
What he said that day seemed to have destroyed all of Tang Yili's self-confidence.
Xun Lang withdrew from Tang Yili's space and returned to his room. There were clothes he had brought on the bed, which were messily dragged to the floor. He was dazed for a long time, forgetting that he could ask the nanny to come up and help.
Go through it yourself and hang them in the cloakroom here.
The independent cloakroom here is in the shape of a straight line and is much smaller than the master bedroom. There are wardrobes on both sides. The aisle can only accommodate one person, but it is enough for one man to use.
Xun Lang's last trip was to hang up his ties. They were red and blue, gridded and striped, but the colors were darker. They were all high-end colors that were cold and mixed with gray tones. Most of them were chosen by Tang Yi.
Thinking of this, his movements slowly stopped. The slender man rested his hands on the brown glass door, feeling indescribably lonely.
However, time did not stand still. Suddenly there was a flash of silver light in the wardrobe, falling down and landing right at Xun Lang's feet.
Xun Lang bent down and picked up the ribbon. The silver...silk scarf...isn't this the one Tang Yili was looking for just now?
It turned out to be mixed in the pile of ties.
Now, it's in his hand. The silky fabric is shiny, running between the man's thick knuckles, a collision of hardness and softness.
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