Deliberately attack

Chapter 388 Letting go of the only topic
Although Tang Yili felt that he was such an old man, he didn't need all kinds of worries from his old father, but he was grateful for his hard work.

They still made an appointment to meet next weekend.

It was also a meeting, and Tang Yili remembered that he had an appointment with Xun Lang the next day.

So, when Xun Lang came to Paris, did he come on a business trip and meet her by the way, or was he worried like Tang Feng?
Thinking about it, Tang Yili felt that he was a little self-indulgent, Xun Lang was not a mother-in-law, and there were so many and heavy jobs in the country, how could he make a special trip just to see someone who was about to become an ex-wife, how have you been?
It's she who thinks too much.

On the second day, Tang Yili finished class and rushed to a coffee shop outside the school.

The Irish coffee sold there tastes neither too strong nor too weak, which suits her taste. Tang Yili invited Xun Lang here. A few tables and chairs were set up under the pergola along the street. .

Afraid that the design draft would be spilled, Tang Yili moved the drawing book inward, subconsciously glanced at the watch, and then looked up with a fixed gaze.

On the opposite street, a luxury car was parking, and then saw the familiar tall figure, bent down, he seemed to be able to sense that someone was looking at him, turned around slowly, under the black umbrella opened by the driver, was Xun Lang's Eastern faces.

Passers-by frequently looked sideways.

Xun Lang's gaze patrolled for half a week, and fell on under the canopy. On the pitch-black tabletop, a warm orange light was lit, and Tang Yili's face was baked soft and charming.

Tang Yili took a deep breath, put down the pencil, and took a sip from the coffee cup in order to relieve the tension.

Xun Lang took the umbrella from the bodyguard, walked slowly through the traffic, and walked towards her.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the street lights in Paris were all on, and the rain cast water lines, the treetops were bent by the dampness, and the dense shade on both sides, like silent spectators.

If this meeting hadn't happened after the accidental incident at the airport, Tang Yili didn't think it would be too embarrassing, but since it happened, she didn't know whether to explain Tom's identity.

Just as he was hesitating, Xun Lang had already arrived in front of him.

The waiter asked him in English what he wanted to drink.

Xun Lang unbuttoned the waist of his suit, took off his coat, put it on the back of a wooden chair, and glanced at Tang Yili's cup.

"Same." He replied with an English accent.

Tang Yili has always felt that the temperament of old Oxford and Xun Lang's cold face are very suitable, there is a kind of classic gentleman, noble and inviolable.

As the age goes up, Xun Lang has already possessed a sense of deterrence of the elders in advance.

The waiter took one more look at Xun Lang, and went down with the tray in his arms.

Another cup of Irish coffee, served quickly.

Tang Yili raised her face and asked, "What are you doing in Paris this time?"

The person sitting opposite slightly adjusted the position of the cup before answering: "We are talking about a photovoltaic power generation project with a company in southern France. Come here this time and have a look."

"Their headquarters is in Paris, and they are leaving for South France tomorrow."

Tang Yili: "Where is South France? Provence, or the Alps?"

These are well-known tourist destinations.

Xun Lang smiled: "It's Yaquidan."

Where Tang Yili knew nothing about this, she smiled apologetically, "I almost thought you were just out to play."

Xun Lang's gaze rested on her face.

"We chartered a flight there, which is very convenient. If you... and your friends want to go, you can go together."

After Xun Lang's apparent pause, Tang Yili also noticed something, maybe he really had some misunderstanding about herself and Tom, but if she explained rashly, she was afraid that Xun Lang would think that she still had some thoughts about him.

Freedom is hard-won, and it is not appropriate to talk about emotional matters. Now that you have come out, you should continue to move forward instead of looking back.

It was enough for them to sit and talk quietly like this, and Tang Yili didn't want to overdo it.

But why do you still feel sad?

She turned her head to the street, the rain was pattering, people without umbrellas were running in small steps with the things in their hands on top of their heads.

Resisting the depression caused by the weather, she asked: "How is Shao'ang?"

This is what they should really talk about when they meet.

Xun Lang took out his mobile phone, retrieved a few photos and videos, and handed them over, "He lives with his grandfather in Xishan, and the servants who take care of him are very dedicated. He eats well and sleeps well. He is about to grow into a little fat man."

Tang Yili flipped through the pages one by one, clicked on the video, and let out a small sound. You could hear the powerful crying of the baby and the gentle comfort of the adults.

Where is Zhai Mansion, how could the servants there treat Shao Ang badly.

Tang Yili wasn't worried about the child at all, but felt ashamed that she didn't get her share of the love she got for the child.

After returning the phone, Tang Yili held his own and asked, "Can you pass me the one just now?"

Xun Lang quickly forwarded the document.

Tang Yili clicked open one by one, saving the original picture, his eyes still lingering.

If it weren't for a young beggar carrying his luggage, leading his dog, sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the street, playing a flute.

Xun Lang thought time stood still.

The two of them didn't have any more topics to talk about. Even when he came, he wanted to ask her if she was getting used to life, but he didn't know how to ask her.

Xun Lang took a sip of coffee, and looked away flatly.

"If you want to know about Shao'ang's recent situation, I can send you Auntie's WeChat account. You can contact me directly, take photos or make phone calls."

Tang Yili revealed a look of surprise.

When she was leaving, she forgot about this, and was annoyed all the time. She didn't expect Xun Lang to bring it up now, and of course she agreed.

The phone rang again, and she received her aunt's business card, which quickly passed the other party's verification.

Tang Yili thanked her repeatedly.

Xun Lang smiled faintly.

Even the bridge between the children was given away by him, and it will be difficult to find a reason to contact them in the future.

The rain has become smaller, and the brief encounter in a foreign country can only be a gathering by chance, and it will soon disperse afterward.

Xun Lang said: "There are not many opportunities to come here in the future, so take good care of yourself."

Tang Yili nodded and smiled, and stood up.

Xun Lang walked out of the canopy, opened the black umbrella, and stepped into the rain without hesitation. Ripples appeared on the ground, shattering the reflection of the tall figure.

Considering Xun Lang's strong desire to control, Tang Yili thought that he would definitely ask Tom who met at the airport who belonged to her, but he didn't ask.

After Xun Lang left, Tang Yili thought for a moment that he would turn back, but Xun Lang didn't either.

He followed the same route, crossed the traffic, and walked to the opposite street. While waiting for the car to pick him up, Xun Lang lowered his head and threw a banknote into the beggar's hat playing the flute. Then he bent over the car and disappeared into the vast crowd again. .

(End of this chapter)