Deliberately attack

The celebration party tended to stay overnight, so Tang Yili took a taxi back to the apartment under the pretext of catching a plane.

It's a holiday today, and laughter came from behind several doors in the corridor.

Tang Yili opened the door with the key card, and the light in the corridor poured into the dark room at an angle of 45 degrees.

Tang Yili was dazed for a moment.

It turned out that she got up early and went out, and she forgot to turn on the light at the entrance—this is a habit she developed after coming to Paris. If she came back late, she would turn on the light at the entrance in advance, so that no matter how late she came back, it seemed that someone was waiting for her .

But she forgot to turn on the light when she went out this morning.

The moment she opened the door, Tang Yili admitted that she was defeated by loneliness.

She took off her coat and kicked off her shoes. She was wearing only stockings, stepped on the floor and closed the door. The room fell into silence and darkness again, only the faint plants on the terrace could be seen.

With her back against the door panel, she sat down slowly, buried her head in her knees, and could only hear the hands of the old-fashioned clock, rattling past.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yili's phone rang, and it was Xun Lang.

Her daze and nervousness went online at the same time, and when she got through, she held the phone to her ear.

In a quiet room, the clear sound is like an amplifier.

"Where are you?" he asked.

A little more confused, Tang Yili replied: "...at home, what's the matter..."

"Go downstairs and help me, now." Xun Lang's voice was calm and calm, and there was the sound of the car door opening and closing from his end.

Random calls get hung up.

As long as he said a word, Tang Yili's heart was full of turmoil. She quickly got up, rushed to the balcony, and looked down from the sixth floor——

A black commercial vehicle is slowly opening the trunk, and the driver is carrying luggage outside. A familiar and straight figure stands in the snow and says to the people in the car: "It's cold outside, you should wait in the car with your child first... ..."

The voice reached the sixth floor, and it was no longer heard so clearly, but Tang Yili was still as shocked as the Sanskrit sound.

She almost ran downstairs barefoot, and when the door was closed, she turned back and put on her snow boots.

While waiting for the elevator, her tears kept making a final resistance to her eye sockets.

The golden elevator wall reflected a picture of nervousness and bewilderment. Tang Yili felt that she was a little ridiculous, so she blinked her eyes vigorously, trying to force back tears.

When the elevator arrived, she went up without hesitation for a moment, and pressed the button for the first floor.

With the beating of the numbers on the screen, Tang Yili could hear her heart beating against her bosom again and again.

Xun Lang brought his son here?

On this snowy night?
On this Christmas Eve when she was supposed to spend it alone?
"Ding dong."

In a few seconds, the elevator reached the first floor.

As the elevator door slowly opened, the oncoming coolness penetrated into the lungs.

Tang Yili took deep breaths repeatedly before trotting open the heavy carved door in the apartment lobby.

This is a scene that has never appeared in the dream, and the joy in Tang Yili's heart makes her throb.

Three large suitcases of luggage have been unloaded on the snow. The nanny is holding a little boy wrapped in down. She just got out of the car. She is putting on a hat for the child, but the little ancestor who was woken up seems very unhappy. pull the hat down. …

Just as Xun Lang finished explaining to the driver, the black car drove away slowly, blending into the black color.

He turned around slowly until he saw Tang Yili, Xun Lang paused.

The snow on Christmas Eve fell again. Through the night, they seemed to think of another Christmas Eve that also snowed at the same time.

The four eyes met, and the silence was all dialogue.

Tang Yili was the one who recovered first, held her breath, and walked towards Xun Shao'ang.

No biting cold, no special night, was as real and warm as holding her son in her arms.

With the creaking sound of the snow and her heart beating like a drum, Tang Yili walked over quickly and stretched out her hand.

"Shao Ang..." I am my mother.

She murmured silently in her heart, as if she was afraid of being rejected, so she didn't dare to hug her right away.

Fortunately, Xun Shaoang had seen too many adults who showed good intentions to him, and he was drooling and grinning at Tang Yili without the slightest bit of self-consciousness.

The smile with only four teeth successfully ended the tears that Tang Yili was about to shed.

The nanny wanted to make it happen, and carried Shaoang to Tang Yili's arms to see him off, and coaxed him, "I'm looking for mom, Shaoang likes mom, right?"

Shao Ang smiled heartlessly.

Tang Yili glanced at the nanny gratefully, took the child, and felt that she could never let go.

Xun Lang came over and said, let's go in first, the snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Tang Yili agreed very much, and hurried into the house with Shao'ang in his arms, followed by the nanny and Xun Lang pushing the box behind him.

When taking the elevator, Tang Yili looked in the mirror and realized that she was wearing a turtleneck sweater and ran out, only she was the thinnest, her nose was red from the cold.

Xun Shaoang kept looking at her and smiling, wondering if this kid thought his mother was ugly.

Tang Yili's nose deliberately stuck to his son's chubby little face, and Shao Ang laughed.

Standing near the elevator door, Xun Lang heard the laughter behind him, tilted his head slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Soon the elevator reached the sixth floor.

This was probably the most unexpected and important guest that this apartment welcomed. Tang Yili invited them in, and then pointed the way to the nanny.

"You stay in the guest room, I have prepared everything for the baby."

The nanny took two big boxes in and sorted them out twice.

Tang Yili was sitting in the living room, taking off Shao Ang's coat. The little boy of more than eleven months, was scurrying around like a big carp. Lost half of his trouser leg.

Xun Lang had just washed his hands when he saw the wrestling mother and son at a glance, smiled and came over to help.

He asked his secretary to rent this house, and he knew the address and the floor, but when he came downstairs for the first time, he still hesitated.

"Seeing the light in your room, I thought you were not at home."

Xun Lang held down his son's restless calf, Tang Yili pulled his pants while answering: "I went to help a friend today and I just came back, if you came half an hour earlier, you might have to wait downstairs. "

Xiaoxiao took off her creamy yellow down jacket and down pants, and Shao Ang wore a jumpsuit with sea soul stripes underneath. With a belly arch, he jumped off the sofa and crawled around on the carpet, very active.

Tang Yili followed the child step by step, not only accompanying but also observing, and then found that Xun Shaoang only crawled very smoothly, but had no intention of walking upright on his legs at all.

"He can't walk yet?" Tang Yili asked.

Xun Lang nodded, with an indistinct helpless smile on his face.

According to the common sense of parenting, the average child will go away when they are about one year old, but the son of the world champion does not have any outstanding athletic performance. No wonder Tang Feng and even Xun Lang himself are puzzled.