Although the old wound has been healed, it has left an ugly scar. It was too late to cover it up, so why would it be opened to see?
No one was talking about that one thing.
Let’s just talk about the one in front of me.
Xun Lang picked up his clothes on his fingertips. Despite his sternness, his attitude was a little unnoticeable.
He asked: "I thought I had thrown it away a long time ago, but I didn't expect you still kept it."
"That's because... it's a good way to commemorate it. At that time, I realized that I... really like you..."
She had never liked anyone that much, and she even humbled herself as a scavenger to leave some memories related to him to herself.
Even if she later married him, she would still feel aggrieved when she saw this dress, just like Xun Lang would probably feel humiliated when he saw it.
"Xun Lang...if you don't want to see this dress, just throw it away——"
Tang Yili didn't say the word "as you wish" before he had time to say it.
Xun Lang suddenly interrupted: "Do you want to see me put it on?"
"Really?" If he is willing to wear it again, does it count as reconciliation with the past?
Tang Yili nodded happily.
Xun Lang took off his work shirt and put on a white T-shirt. It was still a little tight around his arms, but it didn't hinder him. He stretched out the front and back hems and asked, "How are you doing?"
Tang Yili looked obsessed with girls: "He's handsome, and his figure is as good as when he was in service."
Xun Lang: "Then do you want me to fuck you while wearing it?"
Tang Yili, who was addicted to admiration, did not react. After two seconds, she finally understood what Xun Lang said and turned pale.
Tang Yili pursed her thin lips tightly and remained silent for a moment.
Xun Lang stretched out his hand toward her: "Come here."
The small figure shook slightly but did not move.
Xun Lang reiterated again, "Don't you like me very much? You didn't want to throw away your clothes, and you even found someone to be my stand-in. Now I have them all together - clothes and people are all here."
"come over!"
As the man's tone rose, Tang Yili shivered.
He obviously looked gentle, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
Tang Yili didn't dare to offend him, so he moved a few steps forward and said, "Don't, don't be here, okay."
The strong arm snatched the person away.
There is a leather couch in the middle of the cloakroom. It is either big or small. It is fine for two people to sit side by side, but it is stacked on top of each other, making it look difficult to support and wobbly.
The couch seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.
Tang Yili climbed on top, her neck hanging upwards. The impact behind her made her sad.
Someone will come in at any time, she said, with a tone of apology.
Unfortunately, it was of no use, so Xun Lang went his own way.
Tang Yili's heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long and there was no dilemma of being broken into.
The man first picked up his pants, then turned and entered the bathroom. The sound of water soon came from inside. Tang Yili calmed down for a while, got up, picked up a skirt, and went to the guest bathroom to clean it.
She had just come out of the bathroom, and the organizers had already returned. They greeted the boss, "Mrs. Xun, we have three more colleagues here, a total of eight people, and we will try to finish it within three hours."
"Then I'll trouble you." After Tang Yili finished speaking, he unconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom.
The storage divisions are back on duty and starting to work.
Through a door, Xun Lang also heard the movement outside.
A big hand with sharp knuckles gently stroked it, and the mirror surface covered with water mist suddenly revealed a clear sky.
In the mirror, Xun Lang was shirtless. His hair, which had just been dried, was still moist. There were a row of hills on his waist and abdomen, which were distributed in lumps and rose and fell tightly with his movements.
The pants he was wearing were still the same ones. As for his shirt, the white T-shirt he had within easy reach was lying on the sink. There were some water stains on the corners of the clothes, but it was fine to wear them as they were.
But Xun Lang picked it up and his eyes touched the red logo cloth label, his eyes dark.
After a moment, he raised his hand and the white T fell into the trash can in the toilet.
Xun Lang opened the door and went out.
The organizers outside were all women, and they were all suffocating. Their figures were comparable to Venus sculptures. Ordinary people had never seen the real thing. They all stared at the man's tight waist and watched him randomly grab something from the pile of clothes.
Black T-shirt, suddenly pulled out his eyes.
Xun Lang put on his clothes and strode out without seeing Tang Yili.
Another wave of furniture movers came to the house, and they told Xun Lang: "Mrs. Xun said she was leaving first to clean up at her new home."
Xun Lang always looked calm, lowered his head and said nothing.
The first meal after moving into a new home was a meal. The superstitious Tang Feng opened a bottle of red wine and waited for Xun Lang to send a text message saying that the last load of things had been delivered. He just sobered up the wine.
In the spacious living room, there are more than twenty large boxes stacked against the wall, but they have not yet been placed.
Tang Yili and Sister Yu had just put on the bedding and sheets for the master bedroom. Tang Feng instructed Sister Yu, "Hurry up and make some quick dishes. Xun Lang will be here soon."
Sister Yu was so tired that she felt dizzy and complained slightly: "Miss, you still want me to spread the sheets! You want me to cook again, and I don't know how to do it."
Tang Feng: "What kind of sheets are you laying down? Didn't they just be laid out?!"
"I just finished decorating the master bedroom, and I still need to decorate the guest room."
"Just lay out the place where you're staying tonight, and the guest room is unoccupied! When can't you clean it up? You women just don't have priorities when doing things!"
Everyone was very tired today, so that the two of them would not choke each other, Tang Yili asked Sister Yu to follow Tang Feng's wishes and go get food first.
"I'll order some takeout, and you can just make some appetizers."
Sister Yu asked Tang Yili to put down the sheets, "I'll make time to spread the sheets in a while. You can't do this kind of work well."
Tang Yili didn't answer. Seeing that everyone was busy, he went to the guest bedroom to ruffle the bedding and mattress.
The weather was already a bit hot. After doing this, she was sweating profusely, and then she realized that the air conditioner in the house was not turned on.
Intelligent systems were installed throughout the house. In the entrance hall, Tang Yili found the location, climbed on top, and studied the row of unknown buttons.
After tinkering for a while, without paying any attention to what was behind me, the elevator door opened.
The elevator entered the home, and several workers came in carrying large boxes. It was bustling. Tang Yili fixed the air conditioner, clapped his hands, turned around, and met Xun Lang's eyes unexpectedly.
What happened a few hours ago was rushing through his mind, half as a coercion and half as a temptation. When Tang Yili recalled it, he was inevitably a little embarrassed.
She stood there helplessly, her eyes a little evasive.
People moving in and out made the air seem to become thinner all of a sudden.
Xun Lang held his pocket with one hand, stood sideways, and looked at her. The day when he moved into the wedding room was originally the beginning. The first day of the marriage era should not be like this atmosphere.
He looked at Tang Yili intently, his eyes moving from the one-line neckline that slightly exposed the collarbone to the cheeks that were red with heat. The lip balm on his lips was crystal clear, minimizing the appearance of dressing up.
Such a beautiful woman without any aggression, how can one not be soft-hearted?
Xun Lang's voice was tight and he said proactively: "Everything has been moved here."