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Chapter 68 Cooking Ginger Soup for Mr. Song

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    "It doesn't count." Ji Ming said truthfully: "I just called the Public Security Bureau of your school. Now the Public Security Bureau has an Internet Supervision Team, which is responsible for spreading rumors on the Internet. The content of those posts has been investigated.  If it is not true, the police will naturally be responsible for deleting it.”

    Tang Li knew very well that if she reported the case herself, she might not have this result.

    Shen Na and Yu Sui were taken away by the police because of Ji Ming's phone call.

    This may be similar to "what goes above and what works below".

    The people above will make a statement, and the people below will fully extend and interpret this sentence, and they will definitely do things smoothly and beautifully.

    Although Ji Ming is with Song Boyan, he still has a military rank.

    “If one day he wants to return to the army and put on that military uniform, he will be a full-time major.

    "Besides -" Ji Ming paused for a moment, and then continued: "It's also the sir's advice. The sir is inevitably a little worried when he learns that you were attacked on the forum."

    Tang Li’s fingers holding the water bottle tightened unconsciously.

    Her eyes fell on the ginger in Ji Ming's hand, and she asked.

    "Sir, he stayed up all night last night due to official duties and has a bit of a cold. He hasn't had a good rest today. I'm going to make him a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the cold."

    "Do you know how to do it?" If so, it would be impossible to tinker in the kitchen for a long time without making something.

    Tang Li asked this, his hand already stretched out.

    She added: "It's up to me."

    Facing Jiming's somewhat surprised look, Tang Li took the initiative to explain: "When I was in southern Yunnan, my mother often had fevers, and I was always the one to take care of her, like making ginger soup, which may be difficult for you, but in my eyes  it's actually really easy."

    Having said this, Ji Ming stopped making excuses.

    After Ji Ming left the kitchen, Tang Li sliced ??the ginger with a knife.

    Standing in front of the gas stove, Ji Ming's words seemed to still linger in his ears. Thinking of the sentence "I feel a little worried," Tang Li slowly let out a breath.

    She originally planned to find a reason to leave after drinking water

    Half an hour later, Tang Li added honey to the cooked ginger soup and sent it upstairs.

    The light leaking from the study room spread all over the corridor.

    When she stepped into the study, she realized that she didn't knock on the door, because the study door was only ajar, and she had something in her hand, so she subconsciously regarded this place as a familiar place.

    Just as he was about to exit and knock on the door, his eyes caught a glimpse of the corner of the study.

    On the reddish-brown solid wood recliner, Song Boyan was half-lying and half-lying, with his hands clasped on his body. There was a book spread out on the armrest of the recliner, as if he was halfway through the book and closed his eyes to rest when he felt tired.

    Song Boyan seemed to have really fallen asleep.

    Putting the ginger soup on the desk, Tang Li walked over mysteriously, and then squatted down next to the recliner.

    With the warm yellow light, she stared at Song Boyan's tall nose and thin lips. They seemed sharp, but they made her feel inexplicably at ease.

    In my mind, the scene of Song Boyan with a smile on his face in the gym yesterday emerged.

    Tang Li couldn't help but curl his lips.

    I don’t know how much time passed, but she quietly got up and left the study until her legs went numb.

    When the study door closed, the man who was sleeping opened his eyes.

    Song Boyan sat up from the recliner.

    Thinking of those two scorching and novel eyes, he couldn't help but smile. As if helpless, mixed with a few hints of indulgence, he reached for the "Song of Solomon" that had only a few pages on the armrest, only to find that the pages  There was an extra cigarette case on top.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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