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Big Ben and the London Eye are both near the Thames River, separated by a bridge.
Song Boyan visited the UK a few years ago, but never had time to travel. Now accompanying Tang Li, he could enjoy the night view of the Thames River.
On the bridge, Tang Li looked at the Ferris wheel in front of him - the London Eye.
She handed the phone to Mr. Song.
"Take a picture for me."
Song Boyan took over the iPhoneX.
Tang Li stood on the edge of the bridge, looking at the man who raised his mobile phone to take a photo of himself, with a smile on his face. When Song Boyan pressed the shooting button, she immediately ran over to see the effect of the photo.
She discovered that Song Boyan had turned on the flash.
So, it¡¯s not all black in the photo.
Tang Li realized again that Mr. Song knew a lot, even small details like turning on the flash when taking photos at night.
¡°Then she took Song Boyan¡¯s arm, raised her phone and took a selfie.
In the photo, the light is dim, except for herself, there are also Mr. Song¡¯s arms and shirt.
Tang Li explained: "If the phone is lost and others see this photo, they won't know who I am holding my hand for."
Listening to her somewhat cunning remarks, Song Boyan smiled: "If this intelligence is put on the right path, there is no need to worry about doing bad things."
Tang Li climbed up the pole: "Students are smart because they are taught by teachers."
At this moment, several people came towards me.
Tang Li turned his gaze from them to Song Boyan and urged: "Put on the mask quickly, it will be troublesome if you are recognized."
After saying that, he reached for the man¡¯s trousers pocket with his right hand.
A small hand was groping inside, and Song Boyan took advantage of the situation to pull the person over, his back to the pedestrians.
Since you are not a local, it will inevitably attract curious looks.
Tang Li stayed in Song Boyan's arms without moving or making a sound. When the pedestrian approached, his hands subconsciously tightened around Song Boyan's waist, and then the back of her head was pressed against the man's shoulder.
On the Thames River, the night breeze is blowing.
Song Boyan's voice came from above her head: "You are coming to London. How many days do you plan to stay here?"
"In three days, I had already booked my return ticket. The crew of "Phoenix Concubine" offered me a high salary. After thinking about it, I decided to go back and finish filming the remaining scenes."
"Besides what I said in the car, is there anywhere else you want to go?"
Tang Li thought for a while and said, "Can I go to St. Paul's Cathedral?"
Around six o'clock in the morning, Tang Li entered St. Paul's Cathedral as she wished. She was a little curious because the guide clearly stated that the church only opened at 8:30 in the morning.
Immediately, she understood.
Song Boyan must have done something.
She walked inside the gorgeous church, and when she turned back, she found Song Boyan sitting on a wooden chair, with one long leg folded over the other, looking at herself leisurely. It was pampering, and it was also the tenderness that made her heart beat.
Tang Li withdrew his gaze and continued walking around the pillars.
Song Boyan saw the Bible on the chair and picked it up to read.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.
As soon as he raised his head, the girl was already squatting down next to him.
The white gauze that she found from nowhere was put on Tang Li's head. She put her right hand on the Bible, then closed her eyes. The girl's voice slowly sounded in the church: "From now on, no matter whether you are poor or rich, No matter the environment is good or bad, health or disease, success or failure. I will support Mr. Song, love Mr. Song, share the joys and sorrows with Mr. Song, and work together to create a healthy and happy family until the day I pass away." (note) Please visit our website: www.hlnovel.com