Deliberately attack

Today's Friday is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As soon as the off-duty time arrived, the employees in the building of Four Seasons Changli almost disappeared in an instant.

Only the top-level president is in charge, the big boss is not off work, and two people are left on duty in the secret seat.

In the CEO's office, the two wall-mounted TVs are still on, and they respectively broadcast the closing information of today's stock market. One side is the Shanghai stock market, and the other side is the US stock market. Both of them have been muted, only the screen has no sound.

But behind the desk is empty.

There were sounds of walking in the living room.

In the past month or so, Xun Lang has hardly been home. He stayed at the company when he was tired. He moved a lot of clothes and accessories from home. In addition, his son lives in Xishan, so he has no reason to go back to Beijing.

Before leaving get off work, Xun Lang answered Xun Miaoyun's call and asked him to have a reunion dinner.

The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival are only once a year, no matter how busy you are, there is no excuse to shirk it, and Xun Miaoyun also said, "I called your father-in-law for this meal, and Ali is not here. He spends the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, very lonely. If you don't come again, he will be even more pitiful."

The reunion dinner was a pretense, and the parents of the two families got together to put pressure on him, or to ask him what happened to the couple in the past six months.

He understood the elder's worry, so he complied.

After working all day, Xun Lang was somewhat exhausted, so he went to the shower first and took a shower.

The water column washed over his back, flowing quickly along the muscle lines, and he pressed his arms against the wall.

He has been like this many times, squeezing Tang Yili against the wall, and under the shower, she looks petite, with her feet off the ground, hooking his calf, begging without any strength left.

At that time, Ah Li was not stubborn at all, and was extremely lovable. He was willing to give her the whole world, and he is still the same today.

But she doesn't want to. .
The elders all hope that their husband and wife will get better, but only Xun Lang knows that Tang Yili has started a new life in a new environment. Four months ago, he went to Paris under the guise of work, and he has already seen it very well. Clear.

Tang Yili enjoys an independent and free life.

Their marriage is counting down.

After a simple rinse, Xun Lang dried his hair, wrapped a towel around his waist, walked to the closet in the cloakroom, and chose a casual shirt among a row of formal clothes.

The light blue color reduces the man's attack power, making him look softer than before.

He put on a pair of gray trousers, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing a strong forearm, and held the phone to his ear.

Xun Lang told the driver to drive the car downstairs.

After tidying up and walking out of the gate of Siji Changli, it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening, and the car was slowly parked in front of the revolving glass door.

The security guard in the lobby recognized the license plate number, hurried forward, opened the door, and Xun Lang bent over the car.

The place for the family banquet was chosen in a restaurant outside, not far from the company, avoiding the congestion, but when Xun Lang entered the box, he was still the last one.

As soon as the door was opened, Xun Miaoyun hugged Xun Shaoang and complained through his grandson: "Smelly dad, stinky dad is here, I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I will be late when I meet!"

Xun Lang first nodded with Ji Nanyun and Tang Feng who sat on the head, and then took his son from Xun Miaoyun.

Xun Shaoang is about ten months old, already able to laugh and make trouble, the young man with four teeth grows, he refuses to recognize Xun Lang when he sees Xun Lang, hugs his father's face, and gnaws when he goes up, the nurse next to him is scared out of his wits, and rushes to hug the child .

Xun Lang flashed back with a smile and said, "It's okay." Then two big mouthfuls of water beans remained on the collar.

The crystal clear, slightly viscous liquid slowly penetrated into the starched collar, forming two circles of dark water marks.

Xun Miaoyun smiled and sat beside Ji Nanyun, and said to Tang Feng: "Look, even his son will not let him go."

Tangfeng looked at his son-in-law and grandson with a smile. Naturally, he felt that the scene just now happened to Xun Lang, who is known for his coldness. It was extremely cute, but he still couldn't help but feel a little sad——

It would be great if Ali was here.

Her husband is stalwart, and her son is healthy and lively. Shouldn't all these happiness belong to her own daughter, but why did she have the heart to want none of them, and just left.

He still can't figure it out.

Xun Lang didn't hand over the baby to the nanny, just hugged him like this

Take your seat.

This is a Cantonese restaurant, the waiters served the dishes one after another, and the aroma aroused Xun Shaoang's curiosity. He sat in Xun Lang's arms, nonstop, wanting to grab that one, and this one.

Xun Lang was very patient, handed him the non-dangerous spoon, and tentatively broke off a corner of the pork bun for his son, and fed it to Xun Shaoang.

Once he tasted the sweetness, Xun Shaoang babbled and wanted to eat it.

The nanny said, Young Master Shao Ang is hungry, he should drink milk, and then Xun Lang returned the child to the nanny.

There are two nannies, one is holding the baby, and the other is busy making milk powder.

Xun Lang returned to the table and immediately became the core figure of the elders' topic.

Tangfeng was more reserved, and asked his son-in-law if he was busy recently, and he looked thinner no matter what.

Xun Lang: "Last quarter, there were several transnational projects, which were just launched, so I was a little busy."

"Transnational project?" Xun Miaoyun quickly asked when he found an opportunity, "Is there any French project?"

All six eyes stared together.

On the contrary, Xun Lang found it a little funny, "Yes, I also went to Paris."

"Then have you met Ah Li?" Xun Miaoyun looked expectant.

"Yeah. I've seen it." Xun Lang picked up his chopsticks and said with an ordinary face, "She's pretty good, and she's adapted well there."

Xun Miaoyun was a little happy: at least the son and daughter-in-law are in touch, and it's not the rhythm of breaking up.

But Tangfeng felt ominous when he heard this, and asked in detail, "When did you go to Paris?"

Xun Lang paused with his chopsticks and told the date truthfully.

Tang Feng nodded, not showing any disappointment, but his heart was already devastated.

Xun Lang went to Paris a week before him, why didn't his daughter mention it to him when he went by himself.

Tang Yili was trying his best to downplay Xun Lang's existence, he could feel it.

At the dining table, Ji Nanyun held the decanter and tilted towards Tangfeng's wine glass. Tangfeng quickly regained his senses, blocked it politely, and said, Brother Ji is being polite.

The two continued to chat.

Xun Miaoyun was still telling Xun Lang to call Tang Yili more often, and it would be better to go to Paris on weekends.

Later, she simply said, "Maybe you can take Shao'ang and go to Paris to find Ali!"

"Ali hasn't seen her son for so long, and she can't help it by making video calls all the time. I guess she also misses her very much. There are too many courses and she can't leave. Then you go. If you leave for a few days, the company will close down without you. gone."

When it comes to bankruptcy, Ji Nanyun glared at Xun Miaoyun, blaming her for being unscrupulous.

However, when it comes to bringing his grandson to Paris, he is also in favor of it, "After all, mother and child are connected, and when Ali sees the child, when she is happy, she can remember that you are the child's father."

These words are very Ji Nanyun, not pleasant, so Xun Miaoyun glared at him instead.