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Stepping into the banquet hall, everything Tang Li could see was a sight of splendor and splendor. Waiters in cheongsams shuttled between the large round tables. The tableware on the tables were all made of high-grade bone china. Under the lighting, they looked luxurious. And expensive.
Li Wenyan and the others arrived quite early, and there were not many guests present.
When Li Yuan'er saw his friend, he flew over like a little bird. Li Wenyan and his wife were busy dealing with people, whether they ignored it intentionally or unintentionally. Tang Li stood beside him, looking out of place.
Afterwards, Tang Li went to the bathroom.
After coming out of the bathroom, she did not go back to the banquet hall immediately. She was not used to wearing high heels, so she simply sat in the rest area and freed her feet from the shoes.
There was no one around, so Tang Li stepped on the carpet with his white feet.
She took out her phone and checked the time.
The state banquet starts at 7pm, with forty minutes left.
When she came to attend the state banquet, she didn't tell Song Boyan because she wanted to create a "surprise".
Now I am holding my phone, but I want to send him a text message.
Thinking of his appearance tonight, Tang Li looked at the glass next to him. When he saw himself, he also found another person on the glass. The person was holding a bag with one hand and standing not far away, with dark eyes. Watch her.
The crystal light shines on the glass, and the soft light spreads out like a man's eyes. They are not aggressive, but they are still inescapable.
When Tang Li met his gaze, her mind went blank for a moment. Her original intention to send a text message disappeared. It was as if a pot of cold water had been poured on her head. The chill that hit her made her tighten her phone.
She immediately looked away and pretended to look at her cell phone.
Looking at the phone screen, my heart can¡¯t calm down.
Some people, after going round and round until the end, will meet again after all.
Tang Li never thought that she would meet Han Jifeng at the state banquet. In this unavoidable way, it may be that she has been having a good time recently, so God is going to make her troubled.
Just then, a waiter came over.
It was Ouyang Qian who sent someone to look for her.
Tang Li put on his shoes, got up and followed him back to the banquet hall.
She didn't look at the glass on the wall anymore. However, when she returned to the banquet hall, she had to pass by where Han Jifeng was. Tang Li didn't let his expression show any emotion, and passed by Han Jifeng without even casting his peripheral vision, as if they were really in love with each other. Never knew.
Until they were far away, Han Jifeng didn't call her out.
This may be for the best.
From the day she decided not to do radical behavior, becoming strangers to each other was the best outcome.
Back at the banquet hall, Tang Li's emotions calmed down a bit, and he no longer thought about Han Jifeng, nor recalled all the events in his previous life.
In the banquet hall, guests arrived one after another.
The invitation list for this state banquet includes the president, government officials, dignitaries and celebrities from all walks of life. Journalists are not among them. Even so, there are still nearly 5,000 guests.
Tang Li saw Li Wenyan and his wife being surrounded by people talking, but instead of walking over, he found a corner to sit down.
The banquet hall was not noisy.
Even if the guests talk, they are more restrained.
Li Yuan'er glanced at the corner and asked her friend: "Is Ling Zixi here?"
"It's not there." The friend pointed not far away.
Several young men were having fun. When they saw Li Yuan'er walking over, they all said, "Oh, this is not our big star."
Li Yuan'er rolled her eyes and looked even more playful. She looked at the playboy named Ling Zixi and said, "Come with me. I'll see you if I need anything." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com