Deliberately attack

Tonight, Tang Yili was recording the program all night. There was no one at home, and it was meaningless to go back. Xun Lang originally planned to work overtime in the office, but he couldn't stand the strange eyes from the outside world, so he gave up.

The situation started in the morning.

As soon as he arrived at the company, after listening to the morning paper, Chen Sheng asked Xun Lang how he would spend his birthday tonight.

Xun Lang answered casually, Tang Yili had a job, so he didn't have any arrangements.

Chen Sheng regretted a little, but didn't say anything.

Afterwards, the dialogue was repeated seven times in one day, like a single track cycle.

When Xun Miaoyun wishes his son a happy birthday, it counts as one time.

When Tang Feng was sending blessings to his son-in-law, he asked again.

Then there are the secretaries of the president's office, clients, directors, etc., but anyone who has a little relationship and knows Xun Lang's birthday, all cast complicated eyes on Xun Lang as if they were looking at a different kind.

So, is it pitiful to work overtime on your birthday?Is it illegal?Or pervert?
Xun Lang was very troubled.

It just so happened that Fatty Jun called at this time, and before he could speak, Xun Lang took the initiative to ask, "Where are you?"

Candy Club, a new nightclub in town.

Night is the time to pick up customers, because the location is good and it is close to the CBD, even though it has just opened, after [-] o'clock in the evening, it is already a bit crowded.

Xun Lang went upstairs along the lighted corridor.

It can be seen that the decoration here is good, and the large glass windows provide a panoramic view of the colorful night scene.

Fatty Jun opened a private room. It was at the innermost part of the second floor. When the door was opened, the room was dimly lit. There were crowds of people in twos and threes. It looked like young masters and gentlemen who were well-dressed, surrounded by cool beauties, and the atmosphere was warm.

When these people saw Xun Lang coming in, they were both surprised and happy.

The main reason is that they, the dandy faction and the real power faction like Xun Lang, rarely get in touch with each other, and now they are a little flattered to be able to sit at the same table for a drink.

Jun Pang symbolically greeted everyone to toast the birthday star, Xun Lang accepted it lightly, and took a sip of bourbon.

The etiquette was acceptable, so Xun Lang sat in the corner, away from the crowd, Jun Pang greeted him and sat next to Xun Lang.

"It's rare, it's rare, I asked you to come out to play, which time didn't you just pout at me, I didn't expect it to be your birthday today, but you are very close to the people."

"Why, did you quarrel with your Tang Yili?"

Xun Lang: "She accepted a variety show, and she will stay up all night tonight."

"I understand." I understood with Jun Pang's face, "This is telling you to stay in the vacant room alone... That's not right for Tang Yili. Come, let me respect you for her and comfort you."

Xun Lang's smile was not a smile, in fact, he had coaxed Tang Yili to comfort him in the morning, of course, he didn't need to tell others.

The crystal glass was lightly touched, and the ice cubes hit the crisp sound.

The two took a sip each, some did not, and chatted for a while.

This banquet was not reserved for Xun Lang, and Jun Pang also had to take care of other friends. After sitting for a while, he went to the other end.

There was nothing wrong with Xun Lang sitting alone, but he saw the second-generation ancestors in the field, all shrinking their heads, the mice were like cats, and their hands were clearly inserted under the girl's skirt, Xun Lang looked over, and the man was so frightened that he quickly pulled his hands come out.

Why be a boring person.

Xun Lang greeted Jun Pang, left the box, and went downstairs along the black carved iron ladder.

The stairs happened to be behind the bar, and through the sky-high glass wine cabinet, I happened to see several boys surrounding a girl.

It seemed that they were confronting something, the bustling people around them drowned out the strange atmosphere.

Xun Lang walked down the stairs step by step from a high place, originally he didn't intend to be nosy, but suddenly he heard someone call the girl, Ali.

After a pause, Xun Lang stood on the stairs and looked at the girl.

Standing in the right and wrong, the expression on her face is quite tragic, she is obviously very scared, and she still has to hold on to her aura, but unfortunately she looks only 20 years old, and her aura is at most 1.6 meters.

The group of boys came up in a hurry and clamped her shoulders, trying to drag her out.

The people in the bar saw it, but they didn't see it, and they didn't pay any attention, let alone help to call the police or something.

The girl was jumping and screaming, unable to do anything, so she had to look for helpers everywhere, and with a glance, she saw Xun Lang standing on a high place.

Judging by the shape of her mouth, she should be shouting, "Help me."

The sense of justice belongs to instinct.

In addition, the girl was still named Ali, from the moment he stopped, Xun Lang was not prepared to let her go.

He walked down and stood in front of those robbing people, more than a head taller than them, the deterrent force came from physical crushing.

The leading boy flinched, he had never seen such an outstanding person in his life, trembled in his heart, and said.

"Don't meddle in your own business. This girl lied to my sister for money. We just asked her to pay back the money. When Guangming grows up, it's useless for you to call the police."

That Ali, who competed with the ancestor in his family, even though he was in trouble, he still had an unassuming expression.

I don't know who owes whom.

Xun Lang asked, "How much does she owe you?"

"One thousand!" The debtor raised his head.

Xun Lang took out his wallet, squeezed out ten red notes and handed them over.

Seeing Qian Qian's open-eyed expression, that group of people had such an expression, they didn't care where the money came from, they snatched the money and ran into the dance floor without a trace.

But the girl still had a displeased face, and came to question Xun Lang.

"Why did you give them money? I didn't owe them anything at all. His sister asked me to do manicures. I hand-painted each of them. Is there anything wrong with charging her one thousand? After I finished it, I thought it was too expensive, so I asked someone to block me. Ask for the money back, it is obvious that they want to eat the overlord's meal!"

There was a drawing board lying on the ground. It was thrown to the ground during the chaos just now. There were a few pencil sketches in it, which scattered out. The girl squatted on the ground, picking it up and talking.

"In this case, you should call the police!"

"Anyway, I won't pay you back."

A dispute worth 1000 yuan is more like a play between children—you break up with me today, and I break up with you tomorrow—and alarm the police?
Kind of funny.

Xun Lang didn't worry about money at all.

He glanced at his watch, guessing that Tang Yili was about to send him a clue of a gift, so he was ready to go home.

When he went out, the girl chased him into the street, "But I can draw a sketch for you as a thank you."

This is unique.

Xun Lang kept on stepping, looking sideways at her, his cold jaw moved.

"no need."

He kept walking and the parking lot was just ahead.

Xun Lang didn't bring a bodyguard with him when he went out today, he drove here by himself, he forgot for a while, drank some wine, but was seen through by the girl.

"I want to remind you friendly, drink driving is against the law."

Xun Lang was amused.

Indeed, for a moment, he wanted to drive back by himself, but even the little girl knew the truth, there was no reason for him not to be a law-abiding adult.