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"I think it's quite suitable." Tang Li hid in the bed and said, "I may look young on the outside, but in fact I am very mature on the inside."
As she spoke, she stretched out a thin white arm and took the clothes into the quilt.
After a while, Tang Li lifted up the quilt, fully dressed.
"I'm going to the toilet first."
Tang Li picked up his backpack and ran into the bathroom.
Song Boyan was sitting on the sofa, hearing the sound of tinkering in the bathroom, and smiled helplessly. He was young and carefree, but a real adult couldn't do this as he pleased.
In the bathroom, Tang Li found that his aunt was not there.
As for the stomachache, it may be due to nervousness.
When she came out of the bathroom, she found that Mr. Song had poured a glass of boiling water. It was different from her frizzy hair and seemed to be relaxing.
"Are you on your period?" Mr. Song asked first.
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Tang Li blushed slightly, remembering that time when she was in his office in the Ministry of Finance and had her period leaking on her skirt. Perhaps, it was also because he was older than her and it was less embarrassing to mention girls' periods. It's more about caring.
Putting the backpack back into the cabinet aside, Tang Li replied: "In the past two months, that one only comes at the end of the month."
She thought of something and looked at Song Boyan: "Are you leaving?"
After the state banquet, he was supposed to rest at Buckingham Palace, but now he appeared in a small hotel, deviating from his original schedule.
As the head of a country, life and travel are no longer as casual as ordinary people.
Most of the time, people tend to only see the glamorous side of national leaders, but forget that the personal safety of the head of state is always in some kind of danger.
As far as Tang Li knows, there are many dignitaries who have died in assassinations.
In the history of a certain country, a total of nine presidents were assassinated, some died, and some survived. Tang Li has always believed that the psychological quality of heads of state is very strong, and not everyone can overcome the fear of death that follows them.
Song Boyan was sitting here talking with her, looking the same as usual. In fact, the outside of the hotel might have been in a state of alert for a long time.
"If you want to leave, I can take you down."
Tang Li took his coat.
"Want to take a rest?" Song Boyan put the water glass back on the table and cast his kind eyes on her: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get over the jet lag if I suddenly go abroad."
¡°¡Actually, it¡¯s okay. I slept last night, so I won¡¯t be too tired.¡±
Song Boyan suddenly asked: ¡°Do you want to go out for a walk?¡±
"" Tang Li looked puzzled.
"Since you have come to London, you should visit some places." Song Boyan said, taking the suit on the arm of the sofa, and while standing up, his eyes fell on Tang Li again, with a bit of tender indulgence: "If If you¡¯re really sleepy, then continue to rest in the hotel.¡±
"I'm not sleepy, not at all."
When Song Boyan stood at the entrance and opened the door, Tang Li went over immediately.
Walking out of the door, she slightly curved the corners of her lips.
Tang Li stood in the corridor and watched Song Boyan close the door: "Will you be in danger if you go out like this?"
"Let the accompanying bodyguards explore the route first. If there is really danger, just hide in the car and don't go out."
Mr. Song¡¯s words seemed like a joke.
Tang Li's cheeks were slightly red: "Although I am a little afraid of death, if I are really in danger, I can stand in front of you and be a human shield for you." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com