Deliberately attack

Chapter 355 Sticks and Sweet Dates

Xun Lang changed into light-colored home clothes, pure cotton, which made him look a little more elegant and soft. He sat opposite Tang Yili and looked at her, "I'm just sick, so I can eat such spicy food ?"

Originally, Tang Yili was looking forward to this dish, but after hearing what Xun Lang said, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

She bit the tip of the chopsticks and did not move.

Although Tang Feng also felt that the taste of this dish was too strong and he was afraid of irritating his throat, but he was always a 100% daughter slave, so he hurriedly spoke for Tang Yili.

"I've been sick for more than half a month, and I've eaten nothing but porridge. There's no taste in my mouth. It doesn't matter if I eat a little."

Xun Lang didn't say anything to stop him, but Tang Yili still felt his appetite was lost, so he ate a crab with his head down, and then picked up a few mouthfuls of side dishes and ate them silently.

Tangfeng didn't think there was anything wrong, but was happy that her daughter could hold back her desire.

He asked his daughter to drink more pear and pipa soup while chatting with Xun Lang.

"The people over there are especially good at eating crabs. The crab shells you peeled can still be put back together."

Xun Lang skillfully dismembered the crab with only a pair of scissors, and then peeled off the snow-white meat. The small dishes quickly accumulated in a small pile.

Xun Lang: "When I was young, there were always banquets at home. It was very boring to sit down, so I peeled crabs to play. The skills were developed, but I didn't feel much about eating crabs."

"That's a good relationship." Tang Feng smiled, "You know how to peel, and you don't like to eat, so it's cheaper for some people."

Xun Lang kept smiling faintly, did not speak, but explained with actions.

Xun Lang brought the small dish of crab meat, together with the full ointment, in front of Tang Yili. He didn't get up, but leaned forward slightly and retracted his arms.

He said: "The peeled ones have less seasoning and are just not spicy."

If there hadn't been a series of things like buying prizes, Tang Yili would have thought it was doting and caring, but today, looking at Xun Lang's actions, she felt that it was a way to control people—hitting one The skill of controlling people by giving a sweet jujube from a stick.

He said, except for her face, he didn't give her anything, and he had already benefited from Xun Lang's great advantage, so how could he bear this plate of crab meat he peeled with his own hands.

Tang Yili raised her eyes, and under the warm yellow glazed lamp, she smiled faintly, "Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she never moved her chopsticks.

Xun Lang looked away, took out a tissue, and slowly wiped off the oil on his hands.

Tang Feng: "By the way, isn't it the Chinese New Year? Feng Tang's board of directors is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Xun Lang, will you attend then?"

Siji Changli is the major shareholder of Fengtang, and the invitation letter for this kind of meeting must have been sent out long ago, but the scale of Fengtang is not as important as Xun Lang's personal presence.

"At that time, Chen Kai will go for me. If there are any problems at the meeting, or if you have any new requests, Dad, if you can't make sense with Chen Kai, you can come to me directly."

Chen Kai was not recognized by his relatives when he was in charge of business. Tangfeng was afraid of him at first, but after hearing what Xun Lang said, his heart was half relieved.

He quickly smiled and said, "We don't have any new requirements, just asking casually."

Tang Yili felt that her father's smile was too enthusiastic towards Xun Lang, and even suspected of flattery, she couldn't stand it, got up and left.

Behind her, she only heard the men chatting, but didn't see a look, quiet and dejected.

……

Two days later, Tang Yili was looking for something in the cloakroom.

She clearly remembered that the light gray silk scarf was hung in the third cabinet door on the left, but she searched through a pile of ties, but still couldn't find it.

"Dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door.

Tang Yili turned around and saw Xun Lang leaning against the door with folded arms, "I knocked on the door outside the bedroom, but you didn't hear me."

Since Tang Yili fell ill, they had already begun to sleep in separate rooms, and this master bedroom was vacated for Tang Yili. For Xun Lang, entering this place meant entering "other people's" room.

It is polite to enter the house and knock on the door.

Tang Yili stood up straight and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xun Lang: "I'll get some ties and clothes."

He stepped on the soft Persian carpet and paced in.

Tang Yili moved away, gave up his position, and watched Xun Lang's movements.

He didn't choose any color or style. He stretched out his long arms and pushed more than a dozen hangers together. He picked up several hangers at a time and carried them several times. He almost emptied the hanging ties and the shirts next door.

Xun Lang walked in for the last time and took off two more woolen coats.

According to this posture, Xun Lang will not need to enter this master bedroom for a long time to come.

Before leaving, he casually asked Tang Yili, "What are you looking for?"

Tang Yili: "A silk scarf, silver-gray, I want to go with the new suit I bought."

On the jewelry cabinet in the middle, a lady's suit happened to be worn, which was very formal.

There was disapproval in Xun Lang's tone: "Are you planning to go to work tomorrow?"

He also thought that she had just recovered from a serious illness, at least she would not go until the next year, so that her body could bear it.

But Tang Yili didn't understand the concern behind this question, but said with a little self-deprecating.

"Tomorrow, the group's board meeting may not be worth mentioning to Mr. Xun, but after all, it is my family's business, and it is inappropriate not to show up."

These words made Xun Lang unable to refute.

No matter how much he looked down on Tang Yili, when he said he wanted to beg for food, his posture was so humble, what else could others say.

Can he still stop her?
No.

At this point, Xun Lang finally realized that a tall building is erected one by one, but it only takes a moment of irrationality to tear it down.

What he said that day seemed to have destroyed all of Tang Yili's self-confidence.

Xun Lang withdrew from Tang Yili's space and returned to his own room. There were clothes on the bed that he had brought over, and they were dragged to the floor in a mess. He was in a daze for a long time, and he forgot to call the nanny to help.

Hang them one by one in the cloakroom over here.

The independent cloakroom here is in the shape of a line, and its area is much smaller than that of the master bedroom. There are wardrobes on both sides, and the aisle can only allow one person to pass through, but it is enough for a man to use.

On Xun Lang's last trip, he hung up his ties. There are red and blue, with patterns and stripes, but the colors are darker. They are all high-end colors mixed with gray tones, and most of them are selected by Tang Yili.

Thinking of this, his movements slowly stopped. The slender man rested his hands on the brown glass door, feeling indescribably lonely.

However, time did not stand still, and suddenly there was a silver light in the closet, which fell down and landed right at Xun Lang's feet.

Xun Lang bent down to pick up the ribbon, the silver...silk scarf...isn't this the one Tang Yili was looking for just now.

It turned out to be mixed in the pile of ties.

Now, it's in his hand, the silky fabric is shiny, it shuttles between the man's thick knuckles, it's a collision of rigidity and softness.

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