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Tang Li left the set after the show, and the nanny car drove a short distance away. She got out of the car without letting Yu Sui follow. She put on sunglasses, a mask, and a cap on her head, and stopped a taxi on the roadside.
The antiques on the National Mall have been on the v-blog hot search list.
Tang Li went to the new business district in the west of the city.
It is also a business district. Compared with the city center, the flow of people in the west of the city is less.
After taking out 150,000 yuan at the bank counter, Tang Li stuffed the black plastic bag into his speedy handbag, slung it across his body, stood up and left.
Like last time, she found a locker to store the cash, and then sent a text message to notify the bar owner.
After doing this, Tang Li was in no hurry to return to Li's house.
She scanned the code in front of the vending machine, ordered a can of Sprite, and drank in the corner.
Before I had two sips, I saw a car parked on the opposite side of the road from the corner of my eye.
Tang Li recognized the person getting off the car at a glance.
He is Tan Gong¡¯s driver.
On such a hot day, the other party¡¯s black suit is too iconic.
¡°Moreover, this driver drove for her once.
Tang Li took another look at the shop opposite. The car happened to be facing the main entrance of a cat cafe.
The driver has opened the rear door.
Then, Tang Li met an old acquaintance.
Song Jingtian's little feet in leather shoes turned in the air before landing on the ground (because he was short). He stood firm on the roadside. He turned around and got into the car with his butt stuck out. When he straightened up again, the little fat man had a long black hand in his hand. handle umbrella.
The little guy didn¡¯t fight, he just held the umbrella under his arm.
Watching Song Jingtian enter the cat cafe, Tang Li also took advantage of the green light to cross the road.
As soon as Tang Li walked to the door of the cat cafe, a gust of wind chimes sounded, and Song Jingtian also came out.
The little guy was holding an aviation cage in both hands, looking a little struggling. The black umbrella was still tucked under his arm, and he was carefully descending the steps.
The driver stood by the car and stepped forward to help when he saw the situation.
As a result, someone took the lead.
As soon as Song Jingtian stepped down the steps, someone took the aviation cage over.
When he turned his head, he saw Tang Li's smiling face.
Tang Li thought he had bought a cat. When he got the bag, one of his arms almost dislocated. He looked down and saw the dog in the cage eye to eye: ""
The corgi was lying in the cage, slurping and sticking out its tongue.
Tang Li raised his head and asked Song Jingtian: "Why did you put the tiger whip here?"
"Besides working, what else can I do?"
The little guy is still arrogant.
Tang Li glanced at his armpit and recognized the black umbrella, a Rolls-Royce Model 100,000 model. "We have given a talent like you a title. Do you want to know?"
Song Jingtian looked sideways, curious and reserved: "What title?"
"Bapi." Tang Li said, "Your surname is Song, you can call her Song Bapi."
Song Jingtian: "!"
At this time, there was a sound of gold coins falling.
?An electronic watch from the little guy.
Immediately afterwards, there was an elegant female voice: "Your Alipay has received 50 yuan, please pay attention to check it!"
Tang Li looked at Song Jingtian, who turned to look at the sky.
Song Jingtian¡¯s status was special and it was not easy to stay outside for a long time. Tang Li handed the air cage to the driver, touched the little guy¡¯s head and urged him to get in the car.
"What about you?" The little guy turned to ask her, "You won't come back to Tan Palace with me?"
"I still have things to deal with at home."
"What's up?"
The little guy looked like he was going to break the casserole and ask the question.
Tang Li was about to answer him, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed the second floor of the coffee shop opposite.
Song Jingtian followed her line of sight. Near the window on the second floor, a mother and daughter were sitting at the same table with a middle-aged man. They seemed to be talking about something. There were a lot of papers spread out on the table. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com