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Chapter 388 Letting go of the only topic

Chapter 388 The only topic was also given up

Although Tang Yili felt that as a person of his age, there was no need for his old father to worry about him, but he was grateful for his good intentions.

They still made an appointment to meet next weekend.

It was the same meeting, and Tang Yili remembered that she had made an appointment with Xun Lang the next day.

So, when Xun Lang came to Paris, was he on a business trip to meet her, or was he like Tang Feng, worried?

Thinking about it, Tang Yili felt that he was a bit sentimental. Xun Lang was not a mother-in-law. There were so many and heavy tasks in the country. How could he make a special trip just to see the person who was about to become his ex-wife?

how have you been?

It's because she thinks too much.

On the second day, Tang Yili finished class and rushed to a coffee shop outside the school.

The Irish coffee sold there was neither strong nor light, just right for her taste. Tang Yili made an appointment with Xun Lang here. There were several tables and chairs under the arbor along the street. The sun was getting darker and it started to rain lightly.

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Afraid that the design draft would be wetted, Tang Yili moved the drawing book inside, subconsciously glanced at the watch, then raised his head, his gaze fixed.

On the opposite street, a luxury car was parking. Then he saw a familiar tall figure. He bent down. He seemed to be able to sense that someone was looking at him. He turned around slowly. Under the black umbrella held open by the driver, it was Xun Lang's.

Oriental face.

People passing by often glance sideways.

Xun Lang's gaze traveled half a circle and landed on the dark table under the awning. A warm orange light lit up Tang Yili's face, making her face soft and charming.

Tang Yili took a deep breath, put down the pencil, and in order to relieve the tension, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Xun Lang took the umbrella from the bodyguard, walked slowly through the traffic, and walked towards her.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the street lights in Paris were on, water lines were cast in the rain curtain, the treetops were bent by the moisture, and there were dense shades on both sides, like silent spectators.

If this meeting hadn't happened after an accident at the airport, Tang Yili wouldn't have thought it would be too embarrassing, but now that it had happened, she didn't know whether to explain Tom's identity.

Just as he was hesitating, Xun Lang had already arrived in front of him.

The waiter asked him in English what he would like to drink.

Xun Lang unbuttoned the waist of his suit, took off his jacket, put it on the back of the wooden chair, and glanced at Tang Yili's cup.

"Same." He replied in a British accent.

Tang Yili always felt that the old Oxford temperament matched Xun Lang's cold face very well, giving him the air of a classic gentleman, noble and inviolable.

As he gets older, Xun Lang already possesses the intimidating feeling of an older person.

The waiter glanced at Xun Lang one more time and went down with the dinner plate.

Another cup of Irish coffee was served quickly.

Tang Yili raised his face and asked, "What are you doing in Paris this time?"

The person sitting opposite him gently adjusted the position of his cup before replying: "We are discussing a photovoltaic power generation project with a company in Southern France. Come over this time and take a look at it."

"Their headquarters is in Paris, and they will leave for South France tomorrow."

Tang Yili: "Where in southern France? Provence or the Alps?"

These are well-known tourist destinations.

Xun Lang smiled: "It's Yaquidan."

Tang Yili knew nothing about this, so she smiled apologetically, "I almost thought you were just out for fun."

Xun Lang's eyes stopped on her face.

"We are chartering a flight there, which is very convenient. If you... and your friends want to go, you can come together."

After Xun Lang paused obviously, Tang Yili also noticed something. Maybe he really had some misunderstanding about herself and Tom, but if she explained rashly, she was afraid that Xun Lang would think she had any other thoughts about him.

Freedom is hard-won, and it is not appropriate to talk too much about emotional matters. Now that you have walked out, you should continue to move forward instead of looking back.

It was enough that they could sit like this and talk quietly for a few words, but Tang Yili didn't want to add any unnecessary extraneous force.

But why do I still feel sad?

She turned towards the street. It was raining lightly. People without umbrellas were holding their things above their heads and running quickly.

Resisting the depression caused by the weather, she asked: "Is Shao'ang okay?"

This is what they should really talk about when they meet.

Xun Lang took out his mobile phone, pulled up a few photos and videos, and handed it over, "He lives with his grandfather in Xishan. The servants who take care of him are very dedicated. He eats well and sleeps well. He is about to grow into a little fat man."

Tang Yili flipped through the pages and clicked on the video, which emitted a small sound. You could hear the powerful cry of the baby and the gentle comfort of the adults.

What kind of place is Zhai Mansion? How could the servants there treat Shao'ang badly?

Tang Yili is not worried about the child at all, but feels ashamed that the child does not receive her share of the love.

After reading and returning the phone, Tang Yili held his own and asked, "Can you pass the one you just sent to me?"

Xun Lang quickly forwarded the document.

Tang Yili clicked through them one by one and saved the original pictures, his eyes still lingering on them.

If it weren't for a young beggar carrying his luggage, holding his dog, sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the street, playing a flute.

Xun Lang thought time stood still.

The two of them had no more topics to talk about. Even when he came, he wanted to ask her if she was getting used to it, but he didn't know how to ask.

Xun Lang took a sip of coffee and looked away calmly.

"If you want to know about Shao'ang's current situation, I can push Auntie's WeChat account to you, and you can contact her directly, take photos, or call her."

Tang Yili showed a look of surprise.

She forgot about this incident when she left, and she was always upset. She didn't expect that Xun Lang would take the initiative now, so of course she said yes.

The phone rang again and she received her aunt's business card, which was quickly verified by the other party.

Tang Yili thanked him repeatedly.

Xun Lang smiled faintly.

He had given away even the bridge between their children, and it would be difficult to find reasons to contact them in the future.

The rain has become lighter, and the brief encounter in a foreign country can only be a casual encounter, and will soon disperse after that.

Xun Lang said: "There won't be many opportunities to come here in the future, so take good care of yourself."

Tang Yili nodded, smiled, and stood up.

Xun Lang walked out of the awning, opened the black umbrella, and stepped into the rain without hesitation. Circles of ripples appeared on the ground, shattering the reflection of the tall figure.

Given Xun Lang's strong desire to control, Tang Yili thought he would definitely ask the Tom she met at the airport who she was, but he didn't ask.

After Xun Lang left, Tang Yili thought for a moment that he would look back, but Xun Lang didn't either.

He followed the original route, walked through the traffic, and walked to the opposite street. While waiting for the car to pick him up, Xun Lang lowered his head and threw a banknote into the beggar's hat playing the flute. Then he bent over and got into the car, disappearing into the vast sea of ​​people again.

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(End of chapter)


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