The team competition champion goes to his own team.
Tang Yili was in a very beautiful mood. She was the first to rush out of the TV station and went straight to Xun Lang's office.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and Xun Lang happened to be in a meeting. The secretary rushed in and whispered in the president's ear, "My wife is here."
Xun Lang was cold-faced and interrupted regardless of the occasion. Everyone thought that the CEO would be unhappy, but they didn't expect that he would directly announce the adjournment of the meeting.
"Continue in fifteen minutes."
After saying that, the president walked away, leaving behind a room full of senior executives.
In the office, after closing the door, Tang Yili hugged Xun Lang and was so happy that he wanted to spin around.
"I won!" She said, half aggrieved and half moved, "I can win only if you believe me."
Therefore, after learning that he had won, Tang Yili was the first to come and tell Xun Lang the good news.
You see, I didn't disappoint you.
Xun Lang hugged the brightly made-up person in his arms and showed a warm smile rarely seen at work.
"Of course my Ah Li will win, I just knew it a few days earlier than everyone else in the world."
Even Tang Yili couldn't trust her so unreasonably, but it happened to come from the mouth of the person she loved most. How could she not be moved.
Tang Yili was like a coquettish cat, constantly nuzzling into Xun Lang's arms, but she probably forgot that she not only applied two ounces of powder on her face, but also on her neck.
The white shirt collar left traces.
"Oops." Tang Yili realized it later and wiped it with his hands, but it didn't work.
"Maybe it needs dry cleaning," she said.
Xun Lang led her into the lounge.
This is the president's exclusive small suite, complete with bathroom and dressing room.
Opening the door of the brown glass cabinet, Xun Lang took off the dirty shirt, threw it into the dirty clothes basket, and then took out a similar white shirt from it.
"The dark color matches your pants better."
Tang Yili leaned aside and instructed the macho man to change his clothes, his eyes widened.
Xun Lang pinched her little nose, then took out a dark space blue striped shirt and put it on.
For some reason, Tang Yili suddenly remembered a time when he and Xun Lang were lingering in the cloakroom. They had happened many times in the cloakroom. Watching him change clothes, with half of his body exposed and half exposed, was very annoying.
No.
Tang Yili was afraid that things would go out of control, so he averted his eyes.
Fifteen minutes passed in a blink of an eye.
Xun Lang was going to a meeting. Before leaving, he told Tang Yili: "You can sleep here for a while. When I get off work in the evening, we will have dinner together."
Every time after recording a program, what Tang Yili needs most is to sleep.
She was so sleepy that she couldn't wait to go home. She looked around at the environment of this room and the too cold and sober mattress - although the style was very bossy, it was okay.
Tang Yili nodded obediently and decided to stay.
Xun Lang, now free from worries, returned to the conference table.
Among the more than 20 senior executives, none of them were clear-sighted. The president had left for a while and had already changed his shirt when he came back. It was self-evident who he had just met and what happened.
Everyone smiles from their own hearts.
The afternoon meeting lasted until seven o'clock in the evening, which was well past the off-duty time. Fortunately, Tang Yili slept much later and didn't wake up until after eight o'clock.
The makeup on her face had been removed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked Xun Lang, who was sitting by the bed and looking at the computer.
"How long have you been waiting for me?"
Xun Lang closed the laptop and said, "In a little while."
"oh."
There were no women's clothes during this break, so Tang Yili put on Xun Lang's big T-shirt as pajamas. At this moment, she got out of bed and walked towards Xun Lang, not paying attention to the unsightly length of the clothes.
She sat down in his arms and asked without warning, "I'm so hungry. What should I eat for dinner?"
Xun Lang's eyes were dark and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"What you are eating, I don't know, but my food has just been served hot."
Tang Yi Litiao was surprised. There was only some cover from below, so he asked Xun Lang to move it aside.
He was so fast, even neatly dressed and had a calm face.
Those eyes revealed his wolfish ambition, and his intentions and actions were so hard to look at.
Tang Yili was going crazy. She pressed hard, but her knees only pinched his narrow waist.
"Xun Lang!" She tried to stop her, but as soon as the voice came out, it was not a rejection, but more like a kind of weakness and entanglement in self-confrontation.
"Because of this shirt, everyone in the afternoon thought I had done something, and then made all kinds of wild guesses. Do you think I was a little unjust?"
Xun Lang whispered in her ear.
In her confused state, Tang Yili still thought of the president's anger when facing a room full of ambiguous looks. She couldn't help but laugh.
"How dare you laugh?"
The next second, she was taught a lesson in return.
The president's office is on the 42nd floor, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the night view of half of the city.
Quiet and bright, the figure reflected on the black glass blends into the grandeur of the sky outside the window, leaving no gap in the blend.
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It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when the couple came out of the office.
Tang Yili did not apply makeup, and her ears and eyes were pink. She complained: "Which restaurant is open at this time is all your fault. I can only go home to eat instant noodles tonight."
Xun Lang drove his wife himself, without saying a word during the journey, and finally parked the car downstairs of a Western building with a smile.
There is a French restaurant in this building, which is very famous. You have to queue up whenever you go there. But it is so late, it is already past the banquet time. Tang Yili doesn’t believe that there is food here. Xun Lang holds her hand again and takes the sightseeing elevator upstairs. .
The porch was dark, but there was a doorman at the door. When he saw them, he stepped forward and said respectfully: "Mr. Xun, Mrs. Xun."
It didn't even close, and I was waiting for them. Otherwise, how could I have called them by name?
Tang Yili followed him inside, and Zhike led him to a table in the middle of the restaurant.
Xun Lang pulled out the chair for Tang Yili and made a complete sense of ceremony.
The lighting was very dim, and the surrounding area was mainly illuminated by candlelight. After Tang Yili sat down, he could see that there was no one around him.
"Is the venue reserved?" Tang Yili asked.
Xun Lang decided on the menu and poured half a glass of champagne for Tang Yili, "I know that you don't like to see people without makeup, so I might as well say that there is no one here so that I can celebrate this victory for Miss Tang."
If it's so light, I don't know how strong it is inside.
Bubbles were rising in the champagne glass, and the little bubbles in Tang Yili's heart were also rising.
"Husband, you are so good at it."
Tang Yili's eyes glowed with little red hearts, while Xun Lang chuckled, noncommittal.
Immediately afterwards, the waiter came over, holding a bouquet of full and beautiful white roses, and presented them in front of Tang Yili.
The candle flame danced gently, illuminating a bright and soft face.
Xun Lang sat there with his hand on his chin, looking at Tang Yili's surprised and happy expression, and smiled lightly.