Today is Friday, the Mid-Autumn Festival. As soon as get off work time comes, all the employees in the Four Seasons Building are almost gone instantly.
There is only the CEO's office on the top floor. The big boss is not off work, and there are still two people on duty at the secretary's desk.
In the president's office, two wall-mounted TVs were still on, and they were respectively broadcasting today's stock market closing information. One side was the Shanghai stock market, and the other side was the U.S. stock market. Both were muted, and there was only a picture without sound.
But there was nothing behind the desk.
There were sounds of movement in the lounge.
Xun Lang has hardly been home in the past month or so. When he is tired, he stays at the company. He has moved a lot of clothes and accessories from home. In addition, his son lives in Xishan, so he has no reason to go back to Jingyuan.
Before leaving get off work, Xun Lang took a call from Xun Miaoyun and asked him to have a reunion dinner.
We only celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival once a year, and no matter how busy we are, there is no excuse to avoid it. Moreover, Xun Miaoyun also said, "I also called your father-in-law for this meal. Ah Li was not here. He spent the Mid-Autumn Festival alone. He was very lonely.
If you don't come again, he will be even more pitiful."
The reunion dinner was just a pretense, and the parents of the two families got together just to put pressure on him, or to ask them what had happened to the couple in the past six months.
He understood his elders' concerns and still responded.
After working for a day, Xun Lang was somewhat tired, so he went to the shower room and took a shower.
Water jets washed over his back, flowing rapidly along the muscle texture, and he pressed his arms against the wall.
He had been like this many times, squeezing Tang Yili against the wall, her figure looking petite under the shower, her feet off the ground, hooking his calves, pleading with no energy left.
At that time, Ah Li was not stubborn at all, and was extremely lovable. He was willing to give her the world, and he is still the same today.
But she doesn't want it.
The elders all hope that the couple will get better, but only Xun Lang himself knows that Tang Yili has started a new life in a new environment. Four months ago, he went to Paris under the pretense of work and saw a lot.
Clear.
Tang Yili enjoys an independent and free life.
Their marriage is counting down the days.
After a simple rinse, Xun Lang dried his hair, wrapped a towel around his waist, walked to the closet in the cloakroom, and chose a casual shirt from a row of formal clothes.
The light blue color reduces the man's attack power and makes him look softer than before.
He put on a pair of gray trousers, rolled up his shirt sleeves, exposed a strong forearm, and raised the phone to his ear.
Xun Lang informed the driver to drive downstairs.
After I packed up and walked out of the gate of Four Seasons, it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening, and the car slowly parked in front of the revolving glass door.
The security guard in the lobby recognized the license plate number, quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and Xun Lang leaned into the car.
The place for the family banquet was chosen in a restaurant outside, not far from the company, to avoid the congestion, but when Xun Lang entered the box, he was still the last one.
As soon as he opened the door, Xun Miaoyun hugged Xun Shao'ang and complained through his grandson: "Smelly daddy, stinky daddy is here. We haven't seen each other for many days, and we are always late when we meet!"
Xun Lang first nodded to Ji Nanyun and Tang Feng who were sitting on the throne, and then took his son from Xun Miaoyun.
Xun Shao'ang is about ten months old and can already laugh and make noises. The young man with four teeth refused to recognize Xun Lang when he saw him. He hugged his father's face and started to chew on it. The nanny next to him was so frightened that he quickly went to pick up the child.
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Xun Lang smiled and stepped back, saying, "It doesn't matter." Then there were two big peas on his collar.
The crystal clear liquid with a little viscosity slowly penetrated into the washed collar, forming two circles of dark water marks.
Xun Miaoyun smiled and sat next to Ji Nanyun, and said to Tang Feng: "Look, even his son won't let him go."
Tang Feng looked at his son-in-law and grandson with a smile. Naturally, he felt that the scene just happened to Xun Lang, who was famous for his coldness, was extremely cute, but he still couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart——
It would be great if Ali was here.
Her husband is great and outstanding, and her son is healthy and lively. Shouldn't all these happiness belong to her daughter? But why did she have the heart to not want any of them and just leave like that?
He still hasn't figured it out.
Xun Lang did not hand the child over to the nanny, but just held him and sat down.
This is a Cantonese restaurant. The waiters are bringing the dishes one after another. The aroma makes Xun Shao'ang extremely curious. He sits in Xun Lang's arms and doesn't stop, trying to grab this one and this one.
Xun Lang was very patient and handed him a non-dangerous spoon. He also tentatively broke off a corner of the barbecued pork bun dough for his son and fed it to Xun Shao'ang.
Once he tasted the sweetness, Xun Shao'ang made a babbling noise and wanted to eat it.
The nanny said that Master Shao'ang was hungry and should drink milk. Xun Lang then handed the child back to the nanny.
There were two nannies, one holding the baby and the other busy making milk powder.
Xun Lang returned to the table and immediately became the central figure in the elders' conversation.
Tang Feng was more reserved and asked his son-in-law if he had been busy recently, and he looked thin.
Xun Lang: "There were several cross-border projects in the last quarter that were just launched, so we were a little busy."
"Transnational projects?" Xun Miaoyun found an opportunity and quickly asked, "Are there any in France?"
All six eyes stared.
On the contrary, Xun Lang found it a bit funny, "Yes, I even went to Paris."
"Then have you seen Ah Li?" Xun Miaoyun looked expectant.
"Yes. I've seen her before." Xun Lang picked up his chopsticks and said with a normal expression, "She's pretty good and she's adapted well there."
Xun Miaoyun was a little happy: at least his son and daughter-in-law were in contact, and they were not about to break up.
But after hearing this, Tangfeng felt ominous and asked in detail, "When did you go to Paris?"
Xun Lang paused with his chopsticks and told the date truthfully.
Tang Feng nodded, not showing any disappointment, but he was extremely disappointed in his heart.
Xun Lang went to Paris a week before him. Why didn't his daughter mention it to him when he went there?
Tang Yili was trying his best to downplay Xun Lang's existence, and he could feel it.
At the dining table, Ji Nanyun held the decanter and tilted it toward Tang Feng's wine glass. Tang Feng quickly recovered and politely blocked the glass and said, "Brother Ji, you're welcome."
The two continued to chat.
Xun Miaoyun was still telling Xun Lang to call Tang Yili more often or go to Paris on the weekends.
Later, she simply said: "Maybe you can take Shao'ang and go to Paris to find Ah Li!"
"Ah Li hasn't seen her son for such a long time. She can't help but make video calls. She probably misses her son too much and has too many classes to go away from. So just go there. If you go for a few days, the company won't close down without you. Already."
When it came to going bankrupt, Ji Nanyun glared at Xun Miaoyun, blaming her for her indiscriminate words.
However, when it comes to taking his grandson to Paris, he also agrees. "After all, mother and child are connected. When Ali sees the child, he will remember that you are the child's father when he is happy."
This was very distasteful to Ji Nanyun, so Xun Miaoyun glared at him.