Deliberately attack

The nanny was obviously stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood, looked up and down the visitor, but didn't invite him in, just said wait a moment, and after she finished speaking, she turned around and took two large storage boxes from the top of the shoe cabinet .

"Find it yourself."

There are a lot of things in the box, including silk scarves from Hermes, notepads from the lighthouse, pens from Montblanc, lipstick from Chanel, and portable perfume from Jo Malone. There are all kinds of good things. Fifty pieces.

They have one thing in common - they are all women's things.

It may belong to the female celebrity who sat next to Xun Lang on the plane, or it may belong to the female client who had a meeting together. They all want to keep in touch with Xun Lang by leaving a token.

This little fox girl is not the first.

The things in the two big boxes are all telling her that what the predecessors failed to do, is useless to her.

The nanny waited by the side for a while, seeing that the little fox's rummaging slowed down, she asked.

"Have you found it yet? When did you lose it?"

The little fox bit the bullet: "Tonight."

"Tonight?" The nanny thought it was lost before, "Then it's not here, it belonged to someone else before, I'll ask the driver to take you downstairs to find it in the car."

The little fox held on to his last hope: "I can meet—"

"No." Seeing the little fox still looking in, the nanny said coldly, "This is where our nanny and bodyguards live. Mr. Xun doesn't live here."

As for the fact that Xun Lang lived upstairs, of course the nanny wouldn't say anything, and she didn't have the elevator authority to put people up there.

At this moment, Xun Lang's driver came out with a spare car key in his hand.

"It's Miss Ari, right?" Seeing the little fox nodding, the driver was more polite and pressed the down elevator for her.

Xun Lang just called him.

"Mr. Xun said, if you can't find it here, let me take you to the car and make sure you find your important items."

The word "important item" is like a slap in the face.

The little fox's face turned hot, knowing that Xun Lang had figured out her tricks, but because of the nanny's indifferent eyes, she insisted on fighting for it, snorted, and followed the driver downstairs.

The streamlined and clean white Continental car is parked side by side with the same black model. It is clearly a couple model with capital letters. It makes people envy how lucky a woman can be.

The driver unlocked the car, stood aside, and watched the little fox sneak in looking for it.

Naturally, there is no gain. The little fox made a regretful expression and said that it might have fallen elsewhere.

Driver: "Then I'll take you out."

"I can walk by myself," said the little fox.

The driver smiled: "This neighborhood is strictly controlled. I won't send you through the border. I'm afraid they will still check you."

The little fox couldn't refute it, so she walked outside, dense forests, winding trails, the greenery of this community is comparable to a national park, she looked back at the dense buildings, and knew that she was getting farther and farther away from the splendor and wealth.

The driver suddenly asked her, "Your name is Ari?"

The little fox was ignorant and asked, yes, what's the matter.

The driver smiled: "What a coincidence, my wife's baby name is Ali."

With a slap, the little fox's last hope fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

No wonder they would help her pay back the money, and let her be the driver... All the trust comes from one name, maybe it has the same pronunciation but different words, because in the car, Xun Lang once asked which li it was.

After she said that she was a fox's raccoon, Xun Lang never took the initiative to speak again.

On autumn night, the moonlight shines through the branches, which is as cool as water.

……

Following Tang Yili's guidance on the phone, Xun Lang finally found his birthday present.

What a hilarious place that someone would hide presents in the dryer.

"Guess what?" Tang Yili asked.

Xun Lang answered frankly: "I don't know."

The ghostly Tang Yili has never played cards according to common sense.

But this gift, looking at the packaging, is too ordinary, it is a square, moderate weight, something sealed in a box.

Xun Lang stood aside the phone screen and opened it with a smile. After removing the silver ribbon and the dark green wrapping paper, the contents of the box were wrapped again by the dark green water rippled paper.

Peel off the last layer, revealing a small white cup.

It was a small coffee cup. Tang Yili specially found a pottery studio and made it herself. The most special thing is that she hooked her silhouette on the wall of the cup before firing it.

The size that can be held in the palm, the off-white glaze, and the silhouette of water-green lines are unexpectedly exquisite.

"Happy birthday, husband~~" On the screen of the mobile phone, Tang Yili was wearing heavy makeup and flaunting her beautiful face. She suddenly became shy, pursed her lips, and said, "Giving a cup means a lifetime, and we want it for a lifetime." We're all together, okay?"

Xun Lang gently pinched the handle of the cup, but his heart, unknowingly being pinched by someone, made it sore and soft.

Tang Yili seldom has serious moments, but once in a while, it is already unbearably gentle.

She said it all, it will take her whole life, and if she takes someone else's cup, how can she not count her words.

"it is good."

He smiled, and suddenly felt a little dissatisfied. Across a screen, he couldn't hug her, and he couldn't smell the warmth of her body. The precious time, the longing is the longest darkness in this night.

As calm and resolute as Xun Lang, he also felt that tonight was really difficult.

The program group came to call for a set, and began to record the second half. Tang Yili reluctantly said, "I'm leaving."

Xun Lang: "When will the recording end?"

"If it goes well, it will be tomorrow morning, if it doesn't go well, it will be noon."

Tang Yili complained quietly to Xun Lang, "It's as if this group of people don't need to sleep, their eyes are glowing green now, it's so scary... Husband, Ah Li is so pitiful."

Xun Lang smiled: "As expected of my Ali."

"what?"

"Cry out when you encounter difficulties."

Tang Yili pouted, "Then you want me to charge upwards in a hail of bullets?"

"Of course I don't want to." Xun Lang's eyes have become quiet at this moment, "I want my Ali to stay at home, by my side, and be happy every day."

"Staying at home? Aren't you going to work?" Tang Yili quickly touched up her makeup over there, catching up with the delayed time, not paying attention to Xun Lang's tone, which had already changed.

"Don't go to work, turn off Yili Garment, I will support you."

Tang Yili covered her face and smiled, "Husband, you are good at coaxing people."

"I will support you" is a woman's deathbed.

Can you believe it?Either dead or disabled.

However, this is the ultimate dream of countless women.

When the time came, Tang Yili was personally invited by the choreographer, "Grandma! Hurry up, or someone will start scolding again..."

Either sister Kitty scolded, or the female director scolded, or the two scolded each other.

A woman who has no one to support must live a tough life.

Tang Yili couldn't afford to offend anyone, so she hung up the phone in a hurry.

In the long silence, Xun Lang stood by the window, playing with the coffee cup, his thick and long fingers passed through the round ear, and put the little thing in his palm.

The man smiled contemptuously, like a midnight flight flying over the city at this moment, hidden in the dim night.