"Tang Yili, this is why you called. To talk about divorce."
Xun Lang's tone was a little deeper, "Shao'ang has always been taken care of by the elders. I really don't know the situation, but I have no intention of stopping you from seeing your child."
"Not now, not ever."
"In the future?" Will she not be prevented from seeing her children after the divorce?
Tang Yili grasped the key point, "Do you mean that after the divorce, the custody rights will belong to you?"
"Isn't this our original agreement?" Xun Lang asked back.
Tang Yili took a deep breath and said, "When I give birth to a child, you give me my freedom. This is our agreement. When did we agree that the child will be yours after divorce?"
There was sudden silence on the phone.
Tang Yili's heart was beating wildly. She knew that sticking to the words so tightly would be suspected of being arrogant, but the original agreement was indeed not rigorous enough, and the two different things of giving birth and raising children were not broken down.
Now, when they are getting divorced, even if there is only one dollar in the couple’s books, they have to discuss the ownership of it, let alone the children.
Tang Yili was afraid of forcing out Xun Lang's toughness, so he took a step back.
"I'm studying abroad now and I really can't take care of my children. I can let Shao'ang follow you in the past two years. When I return to China, my children will spend half of their time with me. Do you think this is okay?"
She tried her best to keep her attitude as low as possible and discuss things well with her mother.
But I don't know where Xun Lang was touched. His voice was too calm: "So, you have thought about the divorce very clearly."
There was a moment of continuous indulgence in Tang Yili's heart, and a voice kept hypnotizing her: Don't look back, cut the mess with a quick knife.
"Yes." she said.
As if to strengthen her determination, she added: "If your time permits, I will buy a plane ticket to go back in the next few days...to go through the formalities."
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Xun Lang came to Singapore for a business trip, and today is the ninth day.
The project was not progressing smoothly, and everyone was quarreling over the profit sharing ratio, otherwise the big boss would not have taken action personally. The meeting started at nine o'clock last night and lasted the next morning until Tang Yili called.
Xun Lang stopped the meeting and took a fifteen-minute intermission.
He stood by the window of the temporary office, holding the glass with his hand. The metal watchband on his wrist reflected the luster of the azure water.
Looking out from this angle, you can just see the white and blue arc-shaped buildings on the Singapore River, upside down on the water, like a backless whale, silent and lonely.
It's been a few minutes since the phone hung up.
Through the blinds, Chen Kai saw Xun Lang standing there alone, seemingly lost in thought. After waiting for a long time, he weighed the time, knocked on the door and went in.
"Mr. Xun, the meeting is about to begin."
Xun Lang didn't even look back. He was silent for a moment and said, "Help me book a flight ticket back to Beishi."
Chen Kai was a little surprised, "Now?"
"Yes, now." Xun Lang had already turned around and started gathering the files and computers on his desk.
Chen Kai stopped: "We have been struggling with this group of people for more than a week, and we just need the final kick. If you leave now, boss, I'm afraid the previous results will not be preserved."
Xun Lang has always been a determined person, and what he makes up his mind is a decision.
He said: "Now go and draw up the contract and give them the last two points of interest. After signing, we will go back to Beijing City tonight."
He has more important things to do.
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Today is December 23rd. It was originally the day to meet Shao'ang. Tang Yili had a lot of plans, but in the end they all came to nothing.
Lost, frustrated, and helpless, she leaned lazily on the sofa, with her feet on the leather couch, a laptop on her lap, and she touched it with her fingers from time to time.
She had checked the airline website hundreds of times, trying to get a ticket to get divorced, but it seemed like God wouldn't help her either.
It's hard to get a ticket for Christmas, and the earliest flight is two days later.
Tang Yili bought it first, and then continued to browse to see if there were any earlier ones.
After hanging up Xun Lang's phone, she spent four or five hours on the phone, and finally it seemed to have become a mechanical action. When the phone rang, she still poked it with her finger.
After poking for a long time, she remembered to swipe to unlock, and then she secretly cursed herself for being stupid.
I clicked on the text message page and found that the person contacting me was actually John Parson, the man who made the polar fleece studio.
This was the first time they contacted each other after exchanging contact information, and it was like MAYDAY! MAYDAY! (Help)
Very scary.
Tang Yili replied with a question mark.
John Parson: [Tomorrow is my Christmas Eve show. The designer in one of the sessions suddenly missed the appointment and I am in urgent need of help. Tang, can you help me? 】
Then he sent a series of pleading emoticons.
Tang Yili still didn't know what kind of work he wanted to do, let alone whether he was qualified for it, so he responded very conservatively.
"How can I help you?"
John Parson suddenly became energetic and spoke directly, "That's great, you are such a beautiful angel... In fact, I will only take up your time tomorrow."
"Tomorrow a large number of ready-made clothes will be shipped to the venue, and then the models will be tried on. Although they have been tried on before, they always don't fit, or someone damages the clothes on site. I need a designer with solid basic skills to repair them on the spot according to the design drawings.
Showpiece……"
"It's the holidays, and it's hard to find someone who is qualified. Tang, you were the first person I thought of. You know our fabrics, you are a designer, and you are a very capable tailor... There is simply no one more suitable than you."
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John Parson once again praised Tang Yi for doing a good job, regardless of whether the person involved was embarrassed or not.
Tang Yili was a little depressed at first, but now that the job came, it just filled the anxiety of waiting to return to China, so she accepted.
John Parson acted faster and sent the design draft encrypted first, euphemistically saying that he wanted Tang Yili to get familiar with it first.
Anyway, there was nothing to do, so Tang Yili sat back in front of the big table on the terrace and started working.
The snow in Paris is very proud. It doesn't happen every year. If it does, it doesn't necessarily fall around Christmas. This year, taking advantage of all the coincidences, it will snow.
The vast white world covers the world, and the vast world is projected in this small sunroom, which is particularly bright.
When Tang Yili saw this manuscript, he paused in his hand and slowly put down the pen. The sun was setting in the gloomy sky.
Although she couldn't see the sun, she knew it.
Seeing that the sky had completely fallen into darkness, Tang Yili got up and wanted to get something to eat. She went to the kitchen and rummaged around, but found that there was nothing. She simply put on a sweater, wrapped a wool coat over it, took her purse and went to the restaurant.
It was not surprising to meet Hans at dinner time.
Tang Yili was waiting for pasta at the window when she saw Hans also holding a plate and standing next to her, as if waiting for her.
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Tang Yili took the meal and sat down at the same table with Hans generously.
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