Deliberately attack

It was still early when Tang Yili came out of the company, and the sun was shining in the afternoon.

Spring is already on the streets, and passers-by lose their heavy clothes and walk in a hurry.

But Tang Yili didn't know where he should go. It was the feeling of helplessness after suddenly losing weight, with nowhere to vent and nowhere to borrow.

She wobbled and walked into a bar.

It's a small shop with no reputation, the grade is average, and there are not many people. The men gathered around the table in twos and threes were joking and bragging. Suddenly, a stunning beauty walked in, with a burst of condensed aroma that was unattainable. Immediately, their eyes lit up.

Tang Yili took a seat at the bar, ordered a cocktail, and was drinking it boredly, when he heard a few men behind him, pushing me and pushing you, walking over, with a smirk on their faces.

"Hey, miss, I'm alone."

Tang Yili raised his eyes casually, glanced at them, and didn't even distinguish between the round and the flat ones, and saw two burly men rushing quickly behind the accosters.

"Go away," said one of them, "don't bother my wife."

The stature of a professional bodyguard is twice the size of a normal person's fist, and when he swings his head there, he is already very aggressive without saying harsh words.

The few men who struck up a conversation felt shameless, and wanted to be tough, but when they saw such an opponent, and then looked at the beauty called "Madam", they were not surprised at this situation, but smiled She was cold and beautiful, her eyes full of sarcasm.

They withered away.

At first glance, this woman is a master at playing with all men, and she is worth a lot of money, which is not something that ordinary men can easily get.

Before the gangsters could talk to Tang Yili, they ran away in despair.

Tang Yili glanced at the bodyguard, looked away, and continued drinking.

She had known about the existence of the bodyguards long ago, and they wished they could ambush by her pillow for protection. Naturally, this kind of strike-up would not pass this warning.

It's boring, Tang Yili sneered in his heart.

What she feels is that her own life is lacklustre, and the future is even more so. It will be a fertile land after the harvest, and the prosperity is behind her, and it has nothing to do with herself.

The small bar gradually received customers. Tang Yili went to the bathroom. Through the narrow and dirty window, she could see the alley outside. It was already dusk. Usually at this time, she was almost home from get off work.

On the way, she would send a message to Xun Lang, asking him if he would work overtime at night, what to eat and so on.

But this kind of daily life is far away from them.

After Tang Yili washed her hands, her driver came up and advised, "Madam, are you going home? I'll prepare the car."

Tang Yili walked straight forward, "It's still early, I'll play again."

She shook her wet hands, complaining in her heart that this place doesn't even provide toilet paper.

But even though the conditions were so simple, Tang Yili still played until eleven o'clock in the evening.

She drank a lot of wine, and then she didn't know which muscle was wrong. She went up and snatched the DJ's microphone, and shouted: "Miss Tang pays for tonight's consumption!"

This happened in the plot of catching a horse in a film and television drama, and suddenly happened in real life, and everyone in the audience went crazy—laughing like crazy.

They thought it was a woman who was too drunk to play drunk, but they didn't know that there was a man with a poker face standing next to her. Not only did he ask two female bodyguards to help him up, he even walked up to the bar owner himself, bowed his head and said something , the boss's mustache is almost poking up to the sky. …

Soon, the boss came to the stage and announced again, using a marketing accent, his voice was low and deep, twisting and winding, and he shouted loudly with the guests in the venue.

"Miss Tang! Miss Tang!"

Amid the tsunami-like applause and cheers, Tang Yili was completely drunk and unconscious.

The bodyguard wrapped her head and face with a coat, maintaining the greatest honor, and was carried out, leaving the scene with the greatest suspense.

When Wang Zhanshan was paying the bill, the boss asked with a smile, "Who is that Miss Tang? She is so rich."

Spending hundreds of thousands of dollars a night, throwing money away is like throwing out papers, and taking bodyguards and drivers with you when you go in and out, and people who are too tall to talk about. If you say you have no status, who would believe it.

The black credit card passed the O machine neatly, Wang Zhanshan signed his name, and then opened his eyes to look at the other party.

"Is this what you should ask?"

The little flame of gossip from the boss ceased in an instant.

Indeed, as long as you earn the money that falls from the sky, it doesn't matter which bodhisattva appears.

This night's income was equivalent to his one-week turnover. The boss collected the money in a hurry, not daring to say much, and finally sent this group of big shots out of the bar like sending off their ancestors.

A group of people took two luxury cars and left back and forth.

Tang Yili fell asleep all the way, and fell into a coma all the way, not knowing how he got upstairs, nor what Xun Lang's face looked like.

The two female bodyguards worked together to put him in the bedroom, and then left the house, leaving Wang Zhanshan alone, standing beside the sofa with his hands down, and reported solemnly.

"Young Mistress is not in a good mood today, so she left the company early and found a small bar to play until now."

As for paying the bill for the audience, it's just a small amount of money, and the boss will know about it at the end of the month, so there's no need to report it separately.

But Xun Lang didn't seem to care too much about Tang Yili getting drunk, and just confessed to Wang Zhanshan.

"It is estimated that she will continue to make trouble for a while, and keep a close eye on people."

"Yes, I know."

No matter how noble a woman is, it's the same when she is in a mood, messing around and spending money indiscriminately.

After Wang Zhanshan left, Xun Lang sat on the sofa for a while, tilted his head back, and rubbed the space between his eyebrows with his thumb and index finger.

Today is the day when Yili Clothing changed hands. Tang Yili, who has completely lost control, will definitely not be as chic as she said. It is normal for her to feel heartache and anger.

Xun Lang believes that in time, Tang Yili will figure it out, even if she can't figure it out, as long as she gets used to it, she can feel at ease in her current life.

He got up and walked into the bedroom.

The lights in the room have been turned off, and the person on the bed is lying quietly, with only the sound of shallow breathing, rising and falling.

But it may be because of drinking, Tang Yili was not very stable in the dream, her body curled up into a small shrimp, her brows were furrowed, and she was still clutching the pillow tightly in her hands.

Xun Lang gently stuffed her outstretched arms into the bed.

After doing this, he sat quietly by the bed, looking down at Tang Yili's sleeping face.

In the dim moonlight outside the window, one could see Tang Yili's sleeping face, delicate and smooth facial features, kissed by the moonlight, very beautiful.

There was some desire in my heart to reach out and touch it, but for some reason, Xun Lang's hand stopped on the side of the bed and never lifted it up.

After sitting for a while, he got up again, tucked the quilt for Tang Yili, and then left the room silently.