After finishing the talk, Tang Li left the private room with interest.

From the private room to the elevator, at a distance of more than 20 meters, she walked slowly or slowly, as if waiting for something, and silently said in her heart: “One, two, three!

” The tail of “three” just fell, and footsteps came as a result. .

With a hurried “Miss Li”.

Tang Li turned back.

The coming person is Ji Ming.

Ji Ming was still in that respectful gesture: “Miss Li stayed, and sir asked me to send you back to Li’s house.”

This time, Tang Li never asked why.

Just before the elevator, a staff member of the club hurried towards them.

The staff said “Mr. Ji” and gave the paper bag in his hand to Ji Ming.

Inside the paper bag is a female jacket.

When Ji Ming handed over his coat, Tang Li did not immediately reach out.

She glanced at the blue-gray mohair cardigan and glanced at Ji Ming again: “This dress was specially brought to me by Mr. Song?”

“It was deep at night and it was raining outside again. I was afraid that Miss Li would catch a cold.”

Hearing this explanation, Tang Li raised his lips slightly.

She took the clothes.

The moment the elevator door closed, she spoke again: “I like clothes very much.”

“…” Ji Ming couldn’t help but glance at her.

Tang Li didn’t speak anymore.

Along the way, Tang Li and Ji Ming did not talk too much.

Based on the experience of previous contacts, she knows that the other party is not that kind of talkative person.

Ji Ming drove a Lexus.

The car was spacious and Tang Li sat alone in the back row, attracting his attention to the black suit beside him.

She naturally guessed who the suit was.

Next to the suit, lies a chrome carved metal cigarette case.

It should have fallen out of the inner bag of the suit.

In Tang Li’s mind, the scene of the first encounter with Song Baiyan on the balcony of Li’s study room appeared in the evening.

And just now, Ji Ming caught up and said to send her home.

Tang Li felt that her instincts were correct. The Minister Song was somewhat tolerant to her. She didn’t know where this “tolerance” originated from. She couldn’t really like to see her climb the balcony, so she saw it as usual.

In her previous life, she did not see Song Baiyan herself at the birthday feast.

I don’t know that the Li family invited this VIP.

Perhaps when she went downstairs, Song Baiyan had already left.

Counting, Song Li and the two are not close friends.

According to Song Baiyan’s current status of power, he came to congratulate Mrs. Li’s wife and give him a face.

After all, even Li Wenyan had to politely make three points when talking to him.

The car was parked in front of Li’s gate.

Tang Li got out of the car.

She hugged the seahorse coat and walked to the driving window. She leaned over and said, “Thank you to Mr. Song for me.” When she walked to the door, she suddenly remembered something and turned to speak: “Also, my surname is Tang , Not surnamed Li.”

Ji Ming returned to the club tonight, it was past 12 o’clock.

Seeing him come back, Song Baiyan put down the teapot in his hand: “Is the person safely home?”

“Yes.” Ji Ming nodded.

In fact, he also has doubts.

From the moment when Song Baiyan suddenly made a noise and asked him to go downstairs to send an umbrella.

He followed Song Baiyan for six years, and for the first time saw Mr. Song caring about someone he never knew.

Still a little girl I never knew.

However, there is no right to put his beak in it.

Song Baiyan sat in the car, the car was closed, and there was still a sweet and fruity fragrance, just like in the private room, he smelled in front of Tang Li.

Suddenly, there was some itching in the throat.

He reached for the cigarette case in the suit pocket, but he felt an empty one.