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"Besides," Ji Ming stood in front of her, the rainwater on the edge of the umbrella spread and spread dark water stains on his shoulders: "My husband also said that it is late at night and it is not very safe outside, especially for girls. "
After hearing this, Tang Li had a dazed expression on his little rain-stained face.
The ¡°sir¡± mentioned by Ji Ming is naturally Song Boyan.
She didn¡¯t expect to meet each other here again.
Tang Li didn¡¯t answer, and just asked: ¡°Mr. Song is also nearby?¡±
Hearing this, Ji Ming turned his head and looked somewhere.
Tang Li followed his gaze and discovered that there was a high-end private club across the road.
As if by mistake, she raised her eyes and looked at a floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor.
Then, she saw Mr. Song.
The antique-style wooden square table, the man in a white shirt, the black clay and purple clay teacup, and the foggy white water vapor all add a bit of comfort and comfort to such a rainy night.
Opposite Song Boyan, there seemed to be another person sitting.
The window lattice somewhat blocks Tang Li's view.
At this moment, Song Boyan seemed to be alert and suddenly looked over.
Across the road, and being condescending, Tang Li couldn't clearly see the other person's expression at the moment, but judging from the other person's unchanged and leisurely sitting posture, Song Boyan was not surprised the moment he saw her.
Beside him, Ji Ming spoke again: "Since the umbrella has been delivered, I will call a car for Miss Li now."
Tang Li looked back at him: "Does this umbrella belong to Mr. Song?"
""
"I take away the umbrella, what will Mr. Song do?"
Ji Ming had no choice but to answer: "This umbrella was taken from the club. Miss Li, don't worry. When you leave later, Mr. will go directly from the underground parking lot."
Tang Li had actually expected such a result.
After less than three seconds of silence, she asked again: "Did Mr. Song ask you to give me an umbrella?"
In Ji Ming¡¯s opinion, this Miss Li was asking questions knowingly.
Before he could organize a verbal response, the other party asked the question again: "Why did Mr. Song give me an umbrella?"
Ji Ming: ""
It took him a long time before he replied: "Miss Li, you can think of this as the concern of an elder who is a family friend for the younger generation."
Tang Li was silent and seemed to agree with his words.
Jiming took out his mobile phone and was about to dial for a taxi when the girl's soft voice came: "As a junior, Mr. Song specially asked someone to bring me an umbrella. Should I say thank you to him before going back?"
""
Ji Ming turned back to see Miss Li.
He originally wanted to say no, but when his eyes touched the injury on the girl's forehead and the slightly swollen left side of her face, some words were stuck in his throat.
He saw the slap from the old lady of the Li family.
The old man who looked quite kind used all his strength.
Ji Ming also noticed Tang Li's bruised arms.
He didn¡¯t understand the situation of the Li family, but on a cold and windy night, facing such a scarred girl, his attitude softened: "Sir, he is meeting an important friend. I'm afraid he doesn't have time to see you."
Tang Li¡¯s eyes were firm: ¡°I can wait for him.¡±
Five minutes later, she followed Ji Ming into the elevator of the club.
Arriving at the door of the private room, Tang Li stood in the corridor, and Ji Ming pushed the door open first.
About 20 minutes passed.
The private room door opened and Ji Ming appeared in front of her.
As soon as Tang Li entered the private room, the door behind him was gently closed.
The private room was extremely quiet.
Walking around the screen with ink paintings of flowers and birds, Tang Li saw the man sitting alone in front of the window. His shirt sleeves were folded several times. He was holding a purple clay pot in his right hand and was refilling the cup in front of him. . (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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