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Chapter 69 The identity of Zhang Zhangtian

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    Stroking the carved pattern on the cigarette box, it was the one he had not found in the car before.

    Song Boyan looked up, and Ji Ming just opened the door and walked in.

    "The old lady hasn't come back yet?" Song Boyan asked.

    Ji Ming looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock: "It should be soon."

    Song Boyan had already stood up, and his mellow voice immediately sounded: "Get ready, go back to Yunqi Villa."

    Finding that the ginger soup on the desk had not been touched, Ji Ming picked it up and handed it over: "I originally wanted to make ginger soup for you, but you know that I am not good at the kitchen. In the end, it was Miss Tang who helped."

    Hearing this, Song Boyan put the book back on the shelf and paused.

    His eyes turned to the bowl of ginger soup.

    "If you don't want to drink it, I'll take it back to the kitchen." Ji Ming said again.

    Tang Li returned to Song Jingtian's room. The little guy was lying on the bed watching cartoons on his iPad, with his white and chubby little feet tilted back.

    On the desk, there are exercise papers and textbooks that have not been put away.

    Seeing Tang Li come back, he turned around and said, "If you don't come back, I'm going to call the police."

    Tang Li asked him: "Why call the police?"

    "You can disappear even after drinking water. Do you think I should call the police?"

    The little guy sat up and asked seriously.

    With that said, he slipped off the edge of the bed and ran to Tang Li holding the tablet: "I don't know your name yet."

    Tang Li didn¡¯t hide anything and told him the truth.

    Song Jingtian waited for a while, feeling a little unhappy: "Why didn't you ask me?"

    "" Tang Li asked cooperatively: "What is your name?"

    "It's a long story." The little guy instantly regained his arrogance: "My father's name is Song Mingzhang. He was the former Minister of National Defense and leader of the Military Commission, and was awarded the rank of general. My mother's name is Xiao Minglan, a national first-class singer.  She is also the honorary president of Ocean University. My eldest sister is Song Ru, who is now the leader of the song and dance troupe of Jiangdong Military Region. My eldest brother-in-law is the chairman of Longxing Group, his name is Fu Jinliang, and my eldest brother is the most powerful in our family.  His name is Song Boyan, and he is now the Minister of Finance."

    The little guy looked proud. When he said this, he put his hands behind his back and held out his chest: "As for me, I am the son of Song Mingzhang and Xiao Minglan, and the younger brother of Song Ru and Song Boyan - Song Jingtian."

    ¡­With such an identity, it would be a pity not to call Song Aotian.

    After Song Jingtian introduced himself, without waiting for any reaction, he turned to look at her: "Did you listen to me carefully?"

    Tang Li nodded: "I heard it all."

    ¡°Then you repeat it and I¡¯ll see if it¡¯s wrong.¡±

    Tang Li: ""

    At this moment, Ji Ming appeared and successfully rescued her.

    When the little guy found out it was Ji Ming, he immediately became honest and quickly sat back at the desk to continue writing.

    Seeing Song Jingtian's pretentious back, Ji Ming held the doorknob with one hand and confessed: "Sir, I asked me to tell the second master that when he returns to the villa, the second master had better finish writing five new words, and he will check it himself."

    After finishing speaking, Ji Ming turned to look at Tang Li: "Sir, Mr. Tang is already in the car. Miss Tang, come downstairs with me."

    A few minutes later, Tang Li came out of the Song family villa.

    It¡¯s still that Lexus.

    Tang Li got in the car.

    This is also the third time she has taken this car, and she is still a little cautious.

    Song Boyan was answering the phone, and the man's deep voice was smiling. When Tang Li listened, it felt like a polite greeting between political friends.

    In mid-October, the night temperature is no better than in July and August.

    She was only wearing a sleeveless knee-length summer skirt. When the air-conditioning blew in her face, she rubbed her arms without leaving a trace.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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