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As someone who has been here before, Uncle Tan couldn't tell that Tang Li didn't finish his sentence.
Uncle Tan is an old man of the Song family. After the completion of Yunqi Villa, Xiao Minglan was afraid that his son would be busy working all day and not be able to take care of his own daily life, so he sent Uncle Tan over and made him responsible for all aspects of the Villa.
Thinking of Tang Li being stayed at the villa by his husband, last time he saw that although Miss Tang and the husband were not in that kind of relationship, the husband valued Miss Tang very much, so now Uncle Tan did not use words to chase her away, but said: "How about that?" Miss Tang, follow me in first, and then I'll call Chief Ji and ask about his husband's schedule."
Tang Li did not refuse the proposal.
Bring your trolley suitcase and follow Uncle Tan into the villa.
Song Boyan¡¯s election as the new president does not seem to have affected the atmosphere of the villa.
In mid-March, the pine branches stretching out to the roadside were sprouting new shoots, and several garden workers were working with brush cutters.
Tang Li walked around the corridor of the courtyard and saw a picnic mat spread out on the lawn not far away.
The gold-coated Tibetan Mastiff is lying on the picnic mat, with its left forelimb held by a servant and trimming its nails, wagging its tail from time to time, and seems to be living a comfortable life as a little male.
"Axi is quite clingy to Mr. Xi. Mr. has been away for the past few days. He barked most of the night yesterday and it was hard to coax him to sleep. Today I want to give him a bath but I won't let him do anything. I have to cut his nails first."
While talking, Uncle Tan and Tang Li walked into the main building.
"On weekdays, if the husband is free, he will give it a bath. This dog is also spoiled by the husband. Don't look at it. It is so big and squeamish. The husband raises it like a daughter, and it knows it even if it is afraid of him. Sir, if his face is not as good as it should be, he will roll on the ground."
When Tang Li heard Uncle Tan say this, he thought of himself for some reason.
Uncle Tan called Ji Ming in the living room.
Ji Ming seemed busy too, and hung up the phone without saying a few words.
"Sir is going back to the villa tonight. There are so many things going on these days, and my private number can no longer be reached."
On the phone, Uncle Tan didn't have time to say that Tang Li was at Yunqi Villa.
Ji Ming didn¡¯t say when Song Boyan would come back.
Seeing the sky getting dark, Uncle Tan said, "If you don't mind, Miss Tang, you can have dinner here."
If it had been somewhere else, Tang Li would have stood up and left at this time.
But now¡ª¡ª
Thinking that she was going to Tokyo in two days, given how busy Song Boyan was these days, if she missed tonight, she didn¡¯t know if she would be able to see anyone again tomorrow or the next two days.
¡You can¡¯t let him put down his official duties to see you.
So, Tang Li nodded: "Sorry to trouble you."
During dinner, the Tibetan Mastiff was brought into the house by the servant.
Ah Xi smelled Tang Li's scent, broke away from the servant's hand and ran to the restaurant.
When he saw Tang Li sitting at the table, it was like discovering an intruder running into his territory. The Tibetan Mastiff had a fierce look in his eyes, purred in warning, and his huge body seemed to pounce at any time.
Uncle Tan pretended to severely reprimand Ah Xi.
Seeing this, Tang Li forked a piece of sausage from the plate and presented it to the Tibetan Mastiff: "Do you want to eat it?"
A Xi:"¡¡"
Uncle Tan: ""
When the Tibetan Mastiff saw the sausage, his ferocious aura immediately subsided.
It moved forward a little and sniffed the sausage to make sure it was edible. It grabbed Tang Li's wrist with its two forelimbs, opened its mouth and ate the sausage, and then looked at Tang Li eagerly.
When Uncle Tan saw this scene, he felt relieved.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the knife held by Tang Li in his left hand.
For some reason, he had a feeling that Miss Tang was not unprepared for her sudden show of kindness to the Tibetan Mastiff. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com