“Furthermore,” Ji Ming stood in front of her, the rain along the umbrella spreading, and dark water stains flicked on his shoulders: “Sir also said, the night was deep, and it was not safe to see outside, especially for girls. “
Tang Li listened, and the expression on the small face stained with rain was a bit stunned.”
The “Mr.” in Ji Ming’s mouth is naturally Song Baiyan.
She did not expect to meet each other again here.
Tang Li did not answer, just asked: “Mr. Song is also nearby?”
Wen Yan, Ji Ming turned his head to look somewhere.
Tang Li followed his gaze and found a high-end private club across the road.
Ghost-like, she looked up at a floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor.
Then she saw the Mr. Song.
An ancient wooden square table, a man in a white shirt, a teacup with black mud and purple sand, which looks like misty white water vapor. On such a rainy night, it adds a bit of comfort and comfort.
Opposite Song Baiyan, it seemed that another person was sitting.
The mullions somewhat blocked Tang Li’s sight.
At this moment, if Song Baiyan was alert, he suddenly looked around.
Across the road and condescending, Tang Li couldn’t clearly see the other person’s expression at the moment, but judging from the other’s unchanging leisurely sitting posture, Song Baiyan was not surprised when she saw her.
Beside him, Ji Ming said again: “Now that the umbrella has been delivered, I will now call Miss Li for a car.”
Tang Li looked back at him: “This umbrella belongs to Mr. Song?”
“…”
“I took the umbrella, What about Mr. Song?”
Ji Ming had no choice but to say: “This umbrella was taken from the clubhouse. Don’t worry about Miss Li. When you leave later, Mr. Li will walk directly from the underground parking lot.”
Such a result, Tang Li actually expected.
Less than three seconds of silence, she asked again: “Mr. Song asked you to send me an umbrella?”
In Ji Ming’s view, the lady Li asked for some reason.
Before he organized the language response, the other party threw the question again: “Why should Mr. Song send me an umbrella?”
Ji Ming: “…” It
took a long time before he replied: “Miss Li can regard this as a world friend The elders care about the juniors.”
Tang Li said nothing, and seemed to agree with his remarks.
Ji Ming took out his mobile phone and just called to call the car. The girl’s soft voice came: “As a junior, Mr. Song specially asked someone to send me an umbrella. Should I thank him before returning.”
“… “
Ji Ming looked back at this Miss Li.”
He wanted to say no, but when the sight hit the girl’s forehead and her slightly swollen left face, some words were blocked in the throat.
The old lady of the Li family slap, he saw it.
The old man who looked at the affable kindness used a lot of force.
Ji Ming also noticed Tang Liqing’s purple spotted arm.
He didn’t understand the situation of Li’s family, but on a cold and windy night, his attitude softened toward such a bruised girl: “Mr. is meeting an important friend, I’m afraid I don’t have time to meet you.”
Tang Li looked away Firmly: “I can wait for him.”
Five minutes later, she followed Ji Ming into the elevator of the clubhouse.
At the door of the private room, Tang Li stood in the corridor, and Ji Ming first pushed the door in.
About 20 minutes in the past.
The door of the private room opened, and Ji Ming appeared in front of her.
Tang Ligang entered the private room, and the door behind him was gently covered.
The private room is extremely quiet.
Bypassing the screen painted with ink flowers and birds, Tang Li saw the man sitting alone in front of the window. His shirt sleeves were folded several times, and he held a purple clay pot in his right hand, and was refilling tea in the cup in front of him. .
