Feng Yiman didn't see what was going on, so he quickly stopped them and said, "Hey, what are you doing? Tang Yili just went to the bathroom. You guys followed him in, are you still polite?"
Wang Zhanshan just bowed.
"Sorry, Miss Feng, it is our responsibility to protect my wife's safety. If something goes wrong, we can't explain it." He turned around and went to the toilet with his men to surround her.
Feng Yiman wanted to give himself a slap in the face at that time. He knew the excuse of going to the toilet and quickly got rid of it. Why did he blurt it out in a hurry...
She paid close attention to Wang Zhanshan's actions and the movements in the bathroom, thinking to herself, it's over, it's over, the female bodyguard will finish playing as soon as she enters the bathroom——
"What are you looking for?" Tang Yili walked out of the bathroom and confronted Wang Zhanshan and the others.
Feng Yiman felt as happy as if he had received an amnesty and stood up directly.
She was not far away, and she sang along with Tang Yili, "I told you that you went to the bathroom, but these people still don't believe it. No, they are going to the bathroom to catch you."
Tang Yili looked at the two men and two women coldly.
Wang Zhanshan suddenly lost his sense and lowered his head.
Tang Yili: "Go out. I want to chat with Miss Feng for a while."
Wang Zhanshan and the others walked out dejectedly. Feng Yiman sat on the chair, sweating, "I was almost scared to death when I went to the consulate to help you. You said that the day you boarded the plane, did I have to go to heaven?
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Tang Yili coaxed her and simply sat next to Feng Yiman. He squeezed her shoulders and beat her legs. He said a lot of sweet words and finally signed, "Feng Yiman, you may be my best friend in this world."
My only friend."
At first glance, these words sounded a bit disgusting, but after careful consideration, Feng Yiman could hear a sense of sadness.
Rich girls like them, looking at the scenery in front of others, are actually quite lonely. After all, this is a man's world, which either belongs to their husbands or their fathers, but it is difficult for them to truly belong to them.
Feng Yiman crossed his arms and looked at Tang Yili, "I hope you can live the way you want when you leave here."
Tang Yili pursed her lips and nodded.
"However, I would like to remind you that those bodyguards outside are not easy to deal with. I can help you hide your flight information on the day you board the plane, but have you ever thought about how to get to the airport by yourself?"
Feng Yiman's reminder was also a question that Tang Yili had thought about.
How could she, a defenseless woman, get rid of four professional bodyguards? She was not making a movie, so how could she succeed? If the escape failed, she would have alerted the enemy and exposed Feng Yiman's relationship.
Even if Xun Lang can't do anything to Feng Yiman, the Feng family is afraid of the Ji family and will definitely take a good look at Feng Yiman. When the time comes, Tang Yili will have no chance to get a special ticket.
Therefore, she must be very confident before she can act.
Afternoon tea with Feng Yiman lasted until the cafe closed in the evening. Before parting, they hugged each other like a pair of revolutionary comrades. If nothing else happens, this will be their last encounter in the country.
However, in the future, there will be Paris Fashion Week, Milan Fashion Week, and New York Fashion Week. Week after week will be exciting, and we can reunite everywhere. There is nothing to be sentimental about. On the contrary, they showed great expectations for directing and starring in 007 for the first time in their lives.
Two groups of people boarded the car and left separately.
When Tang Yili returned home, Xun Lang hadn't gotten off work yet. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was home, Tang Yili got into the cloakroom and packed his luggage.
In order to avoid being discovered, she only picked the key points - passport, bank card, laptop, charger - such as skin care products and clothes. Things for enjoyment, Tang Yili tried to be as streamlined as possible and only brought a few items. Anyway,
Just enough for a change of clothes. If you have enough money, you can't buy it anywhere.
Finally, all the necessities were neatly packed into a large black leather handbag and hidden deep in the cabinet.
After closing the cabinet door, Tang Yili seemed to feel uneasy again, so she stuffed a few pillows inside and buried the travel bag.
After doing all this, there was movement outside.
It should be Xun Lang who is back.
Tang Yili felt guilty, so she hurriedly took off the skirt she was wearing and put on a silk suspender nightgown. The zipper was on the side, and she pulled it to her head randomly, only to find that the ends of her hair were curled in.
Her head was tilted to one side and it was difficult to even raise her head. She reached for the zipper with her backhand and tried to remove it, but it was stuck and motionless. The situation was quite embarrassing.
Tang Yili had to ask for help from another living person in the room.
She just tilted her head and walked out, feeling the cool air and rubbing her snow-white shoulders. Her body was actually a little cold, but Tang Yili's face was very hot.
Because Xun Lang also noticed her weirdness, he looked Tang Yili up and down, and finally his eyes fell on her shoulders, which were half covered by her hair, and asked.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I..." Tang Yili pushed back the end of her hair, revealing her exquisite waistline, "This zipper is stuck in my hair, can you help me get it out?"
Xun Lang put the suit jacket he had just taken off on the back of the sofa and walked over. Facing the side waist that came up to him, he paused for a moment and pinched the smooth material and the zipper pull with his well-jointed fingers.
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I tried pulling it, but it didn't move.
Xun Lang bent his body again and looked closer. There was a small lock of hair wrapped in the fine teeth. It would definitely hurt if he used brute force. He pulled the zipper back and forth repeatedly, trying to pull out the hair while the zipper was loose.
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Time passes silently.
Tang Yili supported the wall with her hands and tilted her head to the side of the accident scene. Her head and Xun Lang's were very close, ten centimeters or fifteen centimeters. She could hear Xun Lang's warm breath.
, bit by bit eating away at the oxygen between them.
She swallowed and asked, are you okay?
Xun Lang: "That's almost it."
He also wanted to end it all as soon as possible. When his hair was all out of the sea of suffering, Xun Lang acted like a gentleman and pulled the zipper directly to the top.
With a swish sound, the two of them were even more dumbfounded.
The fabric that was supposed to tightly wrap the waist suddenly fell apart, revealing the zipper, which was completely torn by Xun Lang.
Xuening's skin was exposed to the air, from her waist to her armpits, about half an arm's length away, like a slit in a sail, swaggering and shouting.
Tang Yili reacted quickly enough and hurriedly hugged herself with her arms, but the thin straps hanging down still made her look somewhat unconsciously lustful.
Xun Lang's eyes also deepened: "Sorry, I didn't expect that I was too strong..."
Tang Yili had long known that his hand strength was neither light nor heavy, and she didn't mean to blame him at all. She crossed her arms and shrugged.
"I'll go change my clothes first."
She turned around, walked quickly, and left the scene quickly with a sweet smell.
The man's left hand hangs by his side, his palm slightly curled, and the warmth of the silky fabric seems to remain on it.