Deliberately attack

Chapter 172

Tang Yili stood there coldly, telling herself repeatedly to calm down and not to care too much about the broken-hearted person, but Fu Xi's late-mother face, crying and spitting, still made her feel disgusted.

Tang Yili turned around and put the documents and computer on the desk into her bag, took a few more daily necessities, and quickly evacuated, preparing to go home.

You can't explain the truth to confused people.

I can't afford to provoke her, can't she hide? !

Tang Yili, full of anger, went downstairs and got in the car. She grabbed her mobile phone and wanted to call Jun Pang to get back the anger she received from Fu Xi, but suddenly she felt very boring.

Jun Pang's apology is meaningless;
The excuse of a heartless person is meaningless;
After the injury is done, all the remedies are like crying over the grave of the dead. Only oneself is touched, and it has no meaning to the lying person.

The phone was thrown back on the passenger seat.

Tang Yili drove the car to the shade of the trees next to the playground, parked it, and tried to avoid being seen.

Sunset clouds fill the sky.

On the sidewalk, there are people going to dinner together, only on the playground, a group of long-legged, striding, playing and chasing.

Someone shouted, "Whoever finishes the last one will form a team with the big brother tomorrow!"

"Damn! You guys are too bad, even with one hand, senior brother can beat us, okay?"

Tang Yili put her face on the car door and smiled knowingly, but immediately, tears fell down for no reason.

Fu Xi said a word correctly, Xun Lang got rid of herself, she deserved it.

……

Tang Yili moved back home.

Home, school, and office are busy at three points and one line.

In a blink of an eye, the first version of the swimming team's sample clothes had been made, and Tang Yili hurried to the office of the sports institute with a black dust bag in hand after class in the evening.

Lei Peng was deeply responsible for this matter, but he, with a swipe of a pen, designed it however you wanted, completely letting go, which made Tang Yili feel quite uncertain.

After being promoted, Lei Pengshen has his own independent office. The security guard said that he was not sure if Director Lei was there, so Tang Yili tried to knock on the door.

In the empty corridor, there were echoes.

Everyone probably got off work. Tang Yili just turned around, thinking about coming back tomorrow, when the door lock behind her made a crisp clicking sound.

The person who came to open the door was actually Xun Lang.

Tang Yili knocked Xiao Lu lightly, took a step back unconsciously, and asked, "Is Coach Lei not here?"

Xun Lang: "He went to the bureau for a meeting, and he's not here this afternoon."

"Oh," Tang Yili struggled to lift the cloth bag in his hand, "The sample is ready, I'll show it to Coach Lei."

Xun Lang turned sideways to let Tang Yili in, and helped her gather up the bag that was so long that it was mopping the floor, and put it on the back of the chair together.

He said at the same time: "He will be here tomorrow, you can come to him tomorrow."

Then, he returned to the computer desk and continued typing on the keyboard.

"Well, I'll send a message later and tell him too."

Out of curiosity, Tang Yili looked around Lei Pengshen's office.

Its kind of master.

This office can be described as bare walls, with tables and chairs, computers, and a shelf covered with swimming goggles, and bathroom slippers piled up at the door.

Tang Yili smiled secretly.

Xun Lang raised his eyes from the screen, and knit his eyebrows together, as if he knew what she was thinking, and explained.

"Coach Ray's life is relatively simple."

Tang Yili nodded. He was going to put down his clothes and leave, but seeing that Xun Lang was doing seriously, he didn't move, and even moved two steps quietly towards the table. Originally, he was purely curious about what he was doing. But as he approached, Tang Yili's little thoughts were soothed by a quiet breath.

Xun Lang was typing on the keyboard. His slender fingers could span more keys, so that his movements seemed to be extremely neat. sense of distance.

Isn't Xun Lang born for swimming? Why is he still full of dominance after leaving the swimming pool and immersed in such daily work?

He is like a deep scholar, full of wisdom, abstinence, but also sexy as hell.

Xun Lang must be the kind of person who can strip other people naked, while he himself dresses meticulously and looks down at her from top to bottom... Next, when he actually strikes, will he be gentle or violent...

Tang Yili's small heart beat faster suddenly, his blood surged up, and even an unspeakable hotness ran through his whole body.

"Do you have anything else?"

Xu Shitang Yili's quietness was too unusual, Xun Lang tilted his head slightly, looked up at her, and suddenly pulled him back from the boundary between fantasy and reality.

Tang Yili casually came, and tactically threw the question back.

"This building is closed, what are you doing?"

"I'm helping the coach answer emails."

Lei Pengshen is now well-known internationally, and the media and colleagues often send emails to ask questions. He is a rough guy, and the little English he knows is to swear at others on the field.

Xun Lang was helping him with the official written reply.

This time, Xun Lang was replying an invitation letter from a foreign club league, and they also attached several group photos, everyone wearing various team uniforms.

Xun Lang glanced at the screen, and out of pure friendliness, he asked Tang Yili: "Do you want to refer to how the team uniforms outside are designed?"

"Of course I do!"

Before the screen turned to her, Tang Yili had already walked over, bent over and stood by the chair, watching very seriously, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing, after watching for more than ten minutes, Tang Yili said regretfully.

"It's good to have seen this earlier. Compared with others, I feel that we have done a lot worse."

This time Tang Yili was really in a hurry.

After all, she is a layman in sportswear, and she is afraid that the manuscript will be rejected if she does not do well. At that time, she will lose not only the reputation of Yili Garments, but also her face in the swimming team.

Tang Yili straightened up, began to gnaw her hand, and thought hard, "Forget it, I'd better take the sample back and change it."

He didn't help, but poured cold water on Tang Yili.

Xun Lang didn't expect Tang Yili to have such a reaction, and wanted to stop her: "You might as well wait for Coach Lei to read it, in case he says it's okay."

"Originally, the uniforms of the swimming team were worn casually, and there were professional uniforms for the real competition and training."

Xun Lang tried to comfort her with the facts.

"That's right." Tang Yili directly opened the dust bag and took out a pair of winter trousers, "But look, don't you feel that you are not as tall as others?"

The swimming team specifies blue, and the blue and white legs are outlined with speed lines. It looks like a pair of ordinary sweatpants. As for the tall ones——

"I think it's the color's fault." Xun Lang really wasn't trying to excuse Tang Yili, "This is the color the leaders in the courtyard like, and you can't change it."

(End of this chapter)