After paying the bill, Jun Pang put his credit card back into his wallet. His movements became slower and slower until he was caught up by Fu Xi behind him.
When he was next to Fu Xi, Jun Pang asked her: "Didn't you enjoy this meal? How about we change places and I'll treat you alone."
Fu Xi said coldly: "I can't eat anymore."
Jun Pang slowly revealed a hint of frivolity, "Why can't you eat more?"
These words are inexplicable and strange, and they are like some kind of code words.
Fu Xi suddenly stood still and looked at Jun Pang in disbelief, as if he had never known him before, with extremely cold eyes.
"Pang Junshi, do you find it interesting?"
Jun Pang glanced ahead. Xun Lang and Tang Yili had already walked out of sight, so he simply didn't hide them.
"I just booked a room on the top floor, let's talk?"
…
Tang Yili wanted to go to the opera on a whim, but the tickets for the opera had been booked half a year earlier or a month later. If he wanted to buy them at the last moment, he couldn't buy them. He could only go to the venue and see if scalpers had any.
Xun Lang drove towards the nearby theater.
Tang Yili was sitting in the passenger seat and dialed Fu Xi twice, but no one answered.
She tapped the phone screen, feeling a little regretful that she shouldn't have left Fu Xi and Jun Pang alone.
"You said, Pang Junshi wouldn't commit murder in broad daylight, right?"
Xun Lang: "To Fu Xi? Why did you commit murder?"
Fu Xi and Jun Pang, it has been half a year since the past happened between these two people. They have gone their separate ways and there is really no need to bring it up again.
But Tang Yili was confident in women's intuition and couldn't explain it. In short, Fu Xi's mood was very wrong today. She was a little worried. She wanted to say, forget it, let's go back to the exhibition hall instead of watching the opera.
Tang Feng happened to call, and Tang Yili answered the call, said a few words, and hung up.
"The opera can't be seen anymore."
Tang Yili asked Xun Lang to make a U-turn, "Go to the Fengtang Group building. My dad called the major shareholders for a meeting and asked me to clean my face."
Tang Yili said very important things in the calmest tone.
With 20% of the shares, Tang Yili also became a major shareholder. This meeting was more than just a face-saving meeting. It was a transfer of power and the announcement of the successor.
This is a major event that has never happened since the founding of Fengtang Group. It is also a major event in Tang Yili's life. It suddenly happened at this inconspicuous noon.
Tang Yili put on lipstick and smiled a little stiffly, "Do you think it's okay?"
Xun Lang was distracted from the traffic, took a look, and said with a smile: "Miss Tang, are you nervous?"
Tang Yili asked him: "When you stand on the starting platform and there are tens of thousands of spectators, are you nervous?"
Xun Lang: "There's something about waiting for the stage. Once you actually stand up, you won't be nervous anymore."
This is exactly the same as Tang Yili's situation now. Isn't she waiting in the wings now?
Tang Yili, who was convinced, quickly asked him: "Is there any way to relieve the tension?"
"Method?"
As the red light ahead turned on, Xun Lang slowly stopped the car within the white line and looked sideways at her.
Tang Yili: "Yes, for example, what were you thinking at the time, what kind of comfort did you need most, and so on, give me some."
Xun Lang did not respond immediately, but lowered his hands to unbuckle his seat belt. Tang Yili thought he was going to demonstrate some breathing method, so he watched very seriously.
Maybe he was so serious that when Xun Lang came over, Tang Yili didn't realize it at all, and a smile escaped from his throat.
Then, Xun Lang reached out to hold Tang Yili's shoulders and kissed her.
This time was different from every other time in the past. He was not very patient, not even gentle, and the force of the kiss was so strong that his shoulders were slightly raised.
He seemed to be swallowing people into his belly, full of explosive aggression and occupation.
In the small and airtight compartment, one can even hear the gurgling sound that makes one blush.
Tang Yili's breathing stagnated for a moment, never expecting such a powerful kiss to come.
The last second, they were clearly still joking and discussing something unrelated to this...
Tang Yili opened his eyes wide in shock and forgot to breathe. His eyes were dark and moist, like hexagonal snowflakes in the night wind, falling inside and slowly melting.
She could only bear this enthusiasm with instinct.
The red light was short, only fifty seconds, and they told the entire history of human romance.
Xun Lang left those bright red lips and lowered his eyes to look at her with a not-so-explicit affection.
He said: "This is what I was thinking about when I was waiting."
…
The room on the top floor of the exhibition hall tells another story in the romantic history of mankind.
Jun Pang pushed Fu Xi against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and turned her face, trying to see her expression clearly. He wanted to see if, after all this, this woman still wanted to be tough.
Fu Xi narrowed his eyes until there was only a slit, and pursed the corners of his mouth for fear of making any sound.
People who are usually soft and cute can have such stubborn moments.
Fu Xi pushed Jun Pang away first, wrapped herself in a sheet, and went to the bathroom to wash herself. When she came out, she was fully dressed.
Jun Pang was sitting on the bedside smoking in his pants. He didn't get up when he saw Fu Xi. Through the curling smoke, he looked at people with a look that was hard to match that of a serious person.
"You are alone, and I am alone, isn't it good for us? I don't know what you were awkward about before."
Fu Xi ignored him, found a hair dryer from the drawer, and started blowing her hair. The loud buzzing sound blocked the possibility of verbal communication.
She was concentrating on blow-drying her hair, and suddenly she felt a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. Jun Pang hugged her from behind and buried her head in Fu Xi's flying long hair.
"It smells so good...Why did you wash it so quickly and didn't even give me a chance to use it?"
Fu Xi turned off the hair dryer and turned to look at him, but still said nothing.
Jun Pang has both the will and the ability to coax women, and this method has been tried and true in the past.
He asked Fu Xi: "Just smile, tell me whatever you want, and I'll give it to you."
"Give it all to me?"
Sure enough, Fu Xi smiled. When Jun Pang saw that the other party's attitude was relaxed, he quickly asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to win the fashion show hosted by Liqun Club."
Jun Pang slowly let go of his hand and frowned in confusion: "Just that piece of shit, what is it that fascinates you?"
"Why aren't you fascinated? If I win, I can add something to my resume. I will be a junior in college soon. I can't compare with a wealthy person like Tang Yili. When looking for a job, I rely entirely on my resume. You think it's a piece of shit. I
I feel it’s important.”
Fatty Jun: "So, you know my mother has votes, so why don't you sacrifice yourself to canvass for votes with me?!"