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Chapter 12 My surname is Tang, not Li

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    After saying that, Tang Li wisely left the private room first.

    From the private room to the elevator, a distance of more than 20 meters, she walked neither fast nor slowly, as if waiting for something, silently saying in her heart: "One, two, three!"

    As soon as the last word of "three" fell, the sound of footsteps came from behind.

    Accompanied by a hasty "Miss Li".

    Tang Li turned around.

    The person who came was none other than Ji Ming.

    Ji Ming still had the same respectful attitude: "Miss Li, please stay. Sir, let me take you back to Li's house."

    This time, Tang Li never asked why.

    As soon as they arrived at the elevator, a club staff member walked towards them quickly.

    The staff member said "Mr. Ji" and then handed the paper bag to Ji Ming.

    In the paper bag is a women's jacket.

    When Ji Ming handed over his coat, Tang Li did not reach out immediately.

    She glanced at the blue-grey mohair cardigan, then looked at Ji Ming: "Did Mr. Song ask someone to send this dress to me?"

    "It's late at night and it's raining outside. I think you're afraid that Miss Li will catch a cold."

    Hearing this explanation, Tang Li raised the corners of his lips slightly.

    She took the clothes.

    The moment the elevator door closed, she said again: "I like the clothes very much."

    "" Ji Ming couldn't help but glance at her.

    Tang Li didn¡¯t speak anymore.

    Along the way, Tang Li and Ji Ming didn't talk much.

    Based on the experience of contact in her previous life, she knew that the other party was not the kind of person who talked a lot.

    Ji Ming drives a Lexus.

    The car was very spacious. Tang Li was sitting alone in the back seat, his attention attracted by the black suit next to him.

    She naturally guessed whose suit it belonged to.

    Next to the suit, there is a chrome-plated and carved metal cigarette case.

    It should have fallen out of the inner pocket of the suit.

    In Tang Li¡¯s mind, the scene when he first met Song Boyan on the balcony of Li¡¯s study room in the evening emerged.

    And just now, Ji Ming caught up with her and asked her to take her home.

    Tang Li felt that her intuition was correct. Minister Song was indeed somewhat tolerant of her. She didn't know where this "tolerance" came from. He couldn't really like watching her climb the balcony, so she felt like old friends at first sight.

    In her last life, she never saw Song Boyan in person at the birthday banquet.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t know that the Li family invited this distinguished guest.

    ¡°Maybe when she went downstairs, Song Boyan had already left.

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    With Song Baiyan¡¯s current powerful position, coming to congratulate Mrs. Li on her birthday is a way of giving face to the Li family.

    After all, even Li Wenyan had to be polite when talking to him.

    The car stopped in front of the Li family gate.

    Tang Li got out of the car.

    She hugged the seahorse fur coat, walked around to the driver's window, leaned over and said, "Convey my gratitude to Mr. Song for me." When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "Also, my surname is Tang.  , not named Li."

    It was past 12 o'clock when Ji Ming returned to the club this evening.

    Seeing him come back, Song Boyan put down the teapot in his hand: "Did he get home safely?"

    "Yes." Ji Ming nodded.

    In fact, he also had doubts in his heart.

    From the moment Song Boyan suddenly asked him to go downstairs to deliver the umbrella.

    He has been with Song Boyan for six years, and this is the first time he has seen Mr. Song care about a stranger.

    She is still a little girl whom she has never met.

    But, he doesn¡¯t have the right to comment.

    Song Boyan sat in the car. The car was closed, but there was still a sweet and fruity aroma, just like what he smelled when he stood in front of Tang Li in the private room.

    Suddenly, my throat felt itchy.

    He reached for the cigarette case in his suit pocket, but found it empty.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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