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Song Jingtian had jumped off the chair, holding the plate of macaroni, and walked to Tang Li while eating. He looked out the French window, then glanced sideways at Tang Li and asked, "What did you say to my elder brother in the kitchen?"
Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Li pulled up the thick curtains.
She walked into the bathroom to wash up, and the little guy followed her chatteringly: "Although we have come to the commercial port, my eldest brother is quite busy at work, so we should try to disturb him as little as possible."
"Should I disturb him, then -" Tang Li turned to look at Song Jingtian, who had sauce on his lips, and asked him seriously: "As a younger brother, should Song Jingtian, who moved his birthday from March to October, be more responsible?" Leading by example?¡±
When the little guy heard this, his ears instantly turned red.
Looking at his guilty look, Tang Li had already guessed that Song Jingtian just wanted to come to the commercial port to play, but he just borrowed his eldest brother's name.
Seeing that his lie was exposed, Song Jingtian ran away without a trace.
Ji Ming helped them book a double room suite.
The next day, Tang Li opened his eyes and found Song Jingtian sitting at the end of the bed.
Song Jingtian had already changed his clothes and saw that Tang Li finally woke up. He kicked off his slippers and climbed from the end of the bed to the middle of the bed to urge her: "The sun is already shining on your buttocks. If you don't get up, we won't have to go out to eat at noon." .¡±
Tang Li looked at his phone. It was exactly a quarter of an hour before 9 o'clock.
Song Jingtian got out of bed and helped her get clothes: "You have to hurry up, my elder brother will come to pick her up at ten o'clock."
Hearing this, Tang Li paused in putting on his slippers.
She turned to look at Song Jingtian and asked, "Your eldest brother doesn't have to have a meeting today?"
Song Jingtian looked at her with a "you are stupid" look, and hummed to explain to her: "How can any meeting really last for seven days? Lao Ji told me that the meeting will be completed on Friday afternoon. I will just give a report for a few days, and then meet with the foreigners."
"" Tang Li felt that she should read more news.
The little guy still had some conscience and knew that he might have offended her, so he did not forget to help her regain her respect: "Actually, it was Lao Ji who told me on the phone. He also told me that my elder brother is free this afternoon, so I will tell him I want to go to Thames Town for dinner, and my eldest brother has promised me."
Speaking of this, Song Jingtian looked proud.
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After Song Jingtian¡¯s children¡¯s watch rang, Tang Li went downstairs with him.
Song Boyan didn¡¯t come up and was waiting in the hotel¡¯s underground garage.
Unlike last night, not even Ji Ming came today.
It was Song Boyan who drove the car himself.
On the phone, Song Boyan had already mentioned the car model and license plate number.
Coming out of the elevator, Song Jingtian saw the black Mercedes-Benz from a distance. He left Tang Li and ran over. He was as happy as a little sparrow just out of the birdcage. He opened the passenger door and climbed up. I don't know what Song Boyan said. The little guy slumped his shoulders and sat obediently in the back seat of the car.
When Tang Li approached, Song Jingtian waved to her: "Brother, let me sit in the back with you."
The place for lunch is a cafe in Thames Town.
Sitting down by the window, Song Jingtian took Tang Li to the clown on the roadside to buy balloons as soon as he ordered the food: "It's Buzz Lightyear! I want to buy one!"
As a result, as soon as Tang Li found the change, "Buzz Lightyear" flew away from Song Jingtian's hand.
Song Jingtian was anxious: "Quick, hold it!"
Tang Li raised her hand to grab the string, but she was almost there. She jumped up, but missed the opportunity. Seeing the hydrogen balloon flying higher and higher, Song Jingtian held her head and shouted beside her.
Looking back inadvertently, Tang Li happened to see Song Boyan sitting in front of the cafe window.
His waist was slightly leaning back against the back of the chair, his slender legs were crossed, and he was wearing a medium gray suit, a white shirt, and a burgundy pocket square. He looked restrained and unobtrusive, making her gaze stop. Song Boyan seemed to have been watching her. Outside, they are elegant and a bit indulgent. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com