Deliberately attack

Chapter 140 He Needs to Think Clearly About Everything
If it is a stranger, Xun Lang's indifference is still in the category of politeness, but at this moment, his politeness is completely gone, it is purely heartless, indifferent, and maybe even a little disgusting.

Tang Yili's heart shrank, "What's wrong with you."

Xun Lang tied his shoelaces, stood up, across a threshold, as if he had never entered before.

"I should be asking you, what do you want?"

Tang Yili didn't understand, but still trembling for no reason, she couldn't help but took two steps forward and asked.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

Xun Lang glanced indifferently in the direction of the sofa.

"You not only made that dress for me, but you also made it for other men."

Talk to the point.

Xun Lang withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at her, and even gave Tang Yili another chance to explain. The next second, he turned around and opened the door and walked out.

The heavy door closed with a bang.

Tang Yili stood where she was, and waited for a long time before realizing that there was a white T-shirt on the sofa and a white Triangle next to it.

One pear clothing label, hand-sewn clothes, and Italian souvenirs, all of which are connected in series——

Tang Yili's biggest secret was finally discovered.

That night, she didn't hold back Qin Sheng, and sewed him a white T-shirt, but she regretted it afterwards and asked for the clothes back. She thought that if she hid the little ambiguity, no one would know about it.

But Murphy's Law always creates the most absurd turning point at critical moments.

Xun Lang found that T-shirt, and unfortunately, he also has the same style.

Xun Lang was surprisingly indifferent just now, what did he think of?

Does he think of himself as Neptune and a scumbag, thinking that she uses the same method to seduce men, and he is just one of her many?

Tang Yili no longer knew how to explain all this.

Because the truth seems to be the same.

Tang Yili was slumped, and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

It seemed that not only the door of her house was closed, but also the door of this relationship.

……

Xun Lang took a taxi and went back to Xishan Villa.

Uncle Qiu was notified by the checkpoint and hurried down from Zhai's mansion. On weekdays, he was a housekeeper in Zhai's mansion, and Xun Lang would definitely notify in advance when he came.

Today was an accident.

Uncle Qiu changed his shoes and walked into the mansion. The maid stepped forward and asked, "Master's dinner, is it according to the dietary standards of the competition, or is it normal?"

Qiu Bo: "Young Master, did you come back by yourself? Or did you bring friends?"

"I came here by myself, I'm going to be alone on the terrace."

Qiu Bo pondered.

Originally, he thought that Xun Lang had brought Tang Yili to meet the old man. Today was a historic meeting, but he didn't expect Xun Lang to be alone.

"Follow the diet of the competition," Qiu Bo instructed.

The maid stepped back.

Chou Bo went up to the third floor.

The entire third floor is occupied by Xun Lang's master bedroom. There is a small terrace there, which is not as large as the second floor, but the advantage is that the location is high, and the panoramic view of the downstairs can be overlooked from above.

Xun Lang propped his elbows on the glass railing and looked down.

A young red maple tree was planted on the second floor, under the tree was a soft couch, and next to the soft couch was a fireplace.

Of course, summer doesn't light the fireplace, but the scene of him and Tang Yili sitting by the fireplace, cuddling each other, seems to be still yesterday, vividly in my memory, but when I turn my head, the dancing flames turn into ashes.

In this summer, it's already a bit out of place.

Chou Bo knocked on the open door.

"Master."

Xun Lang didn't look back, but his muscles that were ready to go out quickly knotted, and his gently undulating shoulders seemed to be suppressing great irritability.

Uncle Qiu originally wanted to ask Xun Lang what he would like to have for dinner, and he was staying for a few days.

In this way, he didn't dare to be long-winded, and said directly.

"Master, dinner will be ready in an hour."

Xun Lang said flatly, "I see."

Chou Bo withdrew.

Walking through the living room, walking outside, passing by the marble bench, I saw Xun Lang's cell phone, probably turned on mute, the phone came in, and the phone screen lit up.

He glanced at it, and the name "Tang Yili" was always on, until no one answered, and hung up automatically.

Then the pop-up window on the phone.It shows that the six channels are not connected.

Uncle Qiu didn't dare to remind me of things, he just turned his head to look at Xun Lang.

Under the painting of mountains, his resolute shoulders seem to be the same as before, but there is an indescribable loneliness.

……

Tang Yili was like a drowning man. Out of a mentality of survival, he called Xun Lang more than a dozen times, but he didn't reply.

Tang Yili didn't eat, so she sat in the living room with her cell phone in her arms and bathrobe.

Ku waited until the moon was in the middle of the sky, it was very late, and she was finally sure that Xun Lang just didn't want to talk to her.

There is no second reason.

Tang Yili died down, got up and went to the kitchen. She just wanted to drink a glass of water, opened the refrigerator door, and saw the steak still in the freezer.

It was supposed to be their afterthought dinner.

Now it has become Tang Yili's only food.

Not knowing what to ask for, Tang Yili insisted on eating both steaks.

She heated up the frying pan, picked up the meat and threw it directly, a plume of white smoke rose in an instant, it turned out that she forgot to put butter in the pan, and the meat pie stuck to the iron grate, and quickly burned.

Tang Yili is a typical spoiled young lady who has almost zero cooking experience in her life.

But she got full marks for being picky.

The steak was fried like this, of course she wouldn't eat it, and threw it away angrily.

Eyes aimed at the next piece of meat.

Through the paper, she pinched the edge of the meat, picked it up, narrowed her eyes and said:

"This one is not good, there is another one, the next one is not fried well, and you can still order takeaway, what's so great, there are plenty of men in the world!"

This time Tang Yili added butter cubes, but because he didn't wash the pan, he continued to fry directly at the disaster site. The second steak was not only burnt, but also sprayed countless oil spots.

Tang Yili was unprepared, and his right hand was scalded with several red blisters instantly.

She twitched her hand violently and jumped back, but the pot seemed to contain a boiling world, and it kept exploding.

Tang Yili shook his hands, held back the pain, wrapped his hands in a towel, rushed back to the scene, and turned off the fire.

The kitchen gradually returned to calm, leaving only a puff of gunpowder smoke after the defeat.

Tang Yili sat down again slumped, put her scalded hand on the armrest, and laughed at herself.

"Xun Lang, look, how fast the retribution comes..."

"Don't be angry, okay?"

……

Xun Lang was not a willful person after all, so he replied to Tang Yili early the next morning.

The text message sent was a few numbers: [Stop calling repeatedly, everyone calm down first. 】

Waking up early the next day, Tang Yili read the text message, and the unwillingness came up again.

She still called, but no one answered.

Tang Yili simply changed his clothes and drove to University A to find Xun Lang.

Just in front of the swimming pool, the swimming team was gathering for morning exercises. Tang Yili leaned against the car and searched for a long time. Seeing Cheng Zhun waving at her, Tang Yili responded.

Cheng Zhun came over, "Senior sister, are you looking for senior brother?"

Tang Yili hesitated for a moment: "Didn't he come to train?"

Cheng Zhun: "He's not training here."

(End of this chapter)