When it was Shao'ang's bedtime, Tang Yili came out of Rongjing Mansion, and the driver was already waiting downstairs.
She took the car back to her home. As soon as she entered the door, the display in the house was still the same as before.
Probably feeling like she was in another world, Tang Yili put on her slippers and walked around the room silently.
In her memory, she seemed to have been in a cold war with Xun Lang after she moved here, and they kept fighting until she gave birth to her son, and then she left.
This house seemed to carry a lot of unhappiness. She was once afraid of returning here, but today, during the short period of waiting for Xun Lang, Tang Yili actually found the feeling of home.
The fireless aroma diffused in the air was her favorite citrus scent. The off-white sofa was also the Italian custom series she had chosen originally. There was also the egret lamp in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She chose it because of Qi Linye.
Such a weird look.
Everywhere in the room was a masterpiece of her own care. Tang Yili wondered why she hadn't found it interesting before.
She squatted next to the foot of the floor lamp and played with it a few times with interest. The cobalt yellow lamp flashed twice and suddenly went out. Tang Yili was stunned, not knowing what he had touched, and tried to repair it.
At this time, the sound of the elevator arriving came from behind.
Xun Lang is back.
When he just got off the plane and dragged his suitcase into the hallway, he felt like he was in the dust.
He had already received Tang Yili's message and was not surprised at all that there was someone in the room. He just saw Tang Yili squatting in front of the window and came over curiously.
"What are you doing?" Xun Lang asked funnyly.
At that time, Tang Yili was still wearing outer clothes and had not taken off her makeup. It looked like she had just entered the house.
As soon as he entered the door, he was tinkering with a lamp. Xun Lang couldn't help but step forward and take a closer look.
Tang Yili was a little annoyed, "It seems to be broken."
"As soon as I came back, the lamp was broken. I don't know if it didn't welcome me."
"Anyone who dares not to welcome Mrs. Xun will be thrown out."
Xun Lang smiled and took Renti into his arms. He truly felt that Tang Yili was already in his arms, and he felt as if he was returning home.
Even if it's joking, even if it's roughhousing.
This is what he has been longing for for the past two or three years.
Tang Yili was hugged so tightly that it was difficult to breathe. In the end, she couldn't breathe, so she broke away and frowned: "I'm serious, I haven't been here these two years, and you haven't brought me with you."
Let other women come back."
Xun Lang paused for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry. "What are you thinking about?"
"I miss you." Tang Yili said matter-of-factly, "Don't you want me to miss you?"
"But I didn't ask you to miss me like this." Xun Lang let go of Tang Yili and took off his windbreaker, revealing the white shirt and tie underneath.
Tang Yili looked at the clothes that were bulging out from the muscles, resisted the urge to swallow, maintained her rationality, and continued her soul-like torture.
"Have you ever brought a woman back?"
Xun Lang took off his tie and threw it aside. He lowered his head as if thinking for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I forgot."
"Probably not," he said.
Tang Yili was furious at this careless attitude.
Watching Xun Lang go to the bathroom, she followed him, "Speak to me clearly..."
Xun Lang walked forward, and Tang Yili followed suit. When he entered the bathroom, he still had no intention of answering directly. Tang Yili was so angry that he blocked the bathroom door with his body.
But before she could ask, a smile flashed across Xun Lang's face, and then he quickly hooked Tang Yili into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it, all at once.
Tang Yili's reaction was a little slow. When she realized that she was too stupid and threw herself into a trap, it didn't help.
The water in the shower room fell, and more than half of Tang Yili's clothes were wet.
She smoothed her forehead hair, exposed her eyes, and patted Xun Lang on the shoulder, "You are so treacherous! Xun Lang! How did you become like this after spending so many years in the mall?"
"Xun Lang..."
No matter how much Tang Yili cursed, it still had no effect.
Tang Yili was never the kind of person who would just admit defeat when he fell into a trap. Seeing that he was like this now, he simply made a move and took the initiative to hug Xun Lang's shoulders and blow into his ear.
"Be gentle, Mr. Xun, your wife may come back at any time, don't be so impulsive, okay?"
Xun Lang's breathing stagnated, and then his eyes almost burst with sparks.
"Then who are you?" he asked.
Tang Yili: "Me?" She looked heartbroken, "I'm your new secretary, Tangtang!"
"Mr. Xun, you haven't even forgotten my name, have you?"
Xun Lang took a deep breath, then pushed the person hard against the wall, "My new secretary?"
"Okay." He gritted his teeth, "If you take good care of me, maybe I can remember your name next time."
Xun Lang threw himself into it, raised Tang Yili's hand high, and operated it downwards with one hand. When the stockings were wet, they seemed to fuse with the skin and were extremely difficult to take off. Xun Lang lowered his head, his breath was a little unstable, but he still had the patience to peel it off.
, but as Tang Yili smiled and struggled, his work progress was not smooth.
Finally, he got angry and started tearing apart.
The squelching sound, mixed with the sound of water, makes people hesitate to speak, even with a sound of shame.
The stockings were completely destroyed, leaving only the dark stitches at the seams, which were still hanging on Tang Yili's thighs.
She was lying on her back and was choked by the water, but she couldn't care much anymore. Her limbs were hung on Xun Lang's back, screaming to Mr. Xun, whether you are good or bad, others will die.
"I think you're doing well." Xun Lang said vaguely, feeling a little confused and fascinated by Tang Yili's drama.
As the water vapor thickened, the frosted glass became increasingly blurry, and gradually nothing could be seen.
Twenty minutes later, Xun Lang came out of the bathroom holding his little secretary. Both of them were wrapped in large bath towels. Tang Yili's face was red, and his hands were weakly holding Xun Lang's shoulders.
She raised her head slightly and could see Xun Lang's curved lower jaw. His profile was sharp and angular, and his sharp and elegant jaw line was extremely aggressive.
Such a man should be quite attractive.
Tang Yili once again confirmed this idea, so she stretched out her hand and stroked his temples.
"Mr. Xun, do you think my service is okay?"
Haven't had enough drama yet?
Xun Lang glanced at Tang Yili and put him on the bed, "It's okay."
Tang Yili looked aggrieved, rolled over, and got into the black and gray mattress, only revealing a pair of watery eyes, blinking.
"How does that compare to your wife?" She insisted on challenging the man's nerves.
At that time, Xun Lang was wiping his hair with another towel. When he heard this, he frowned and threw the towel aside.
"My wife is indeed not as good as you in one thing."
Tang Yili suddenly became energetic and asked: "Which point?"
Xun Lang rushed forward and pushed the person down directly, "You are more provoking to me than her."