After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

After speaking, Tang Li left the private room first.

From the private room to the elevator, at a distance of more than 20 meters, she walked neither fast nor slow, as if waiting for something, and said in her heart: "One, two, three!"

The final sound of "three" just fell, and there were footsteps behind him.

Accompanied by a hurried "Miss Li".

Tang Li turned back.

The person who came was Ji Ming.

Ji Ming is still respectful: "Miss Li stay, sir, let me take you back to Li's house."

This time, Tang Li no longer asked why.

Just before the elevator, a staff member of the clubhouse walked towards them quickly.

The staff said "Mr. Ji", and then handed the paper bag to Ji Ming.

Inside the paper bag is a women's jacket.

When Ji Ming handed over his coat, Tang Li didn't immediately reach out.

She glanced at the blue-grey mohair cardigan, and then looked at Ji Ming again: "This dress was also specially sent to me by Mr. Song?"

"It was dew in the middle of the night, and it was raining outside. The gentleman was afraid that Miss Li would catch a cold."

Hearing this explanation, Tang Li slightly raised his lips.

She took the clothes.

The moment the elevator door closed, she said, "I like the clothes very much."

"..." Ji Ming couldn't help but glance at her.

Tang Li did not speak any more.

Along the way, Tang Li and Ji Ming didn't talk much.

Based on her previous experience of contact, she knew that the other person was not the kind of person who talked a lot.

Jiming drives a Lexus.

The sedan was very spacious, Tang Li sat alone in the back row, and his attention was attracted by the black suit beside him.

She naturally guessed who the suit belonged to.

Next to the suit, lay a chrome-engraved metal cigarette case.

It must have fallen out of the inner pocket of the suit.

In Tang Li's mind, the scene of first meeting Song Boyan on the balcony of Li's study in the evening came to mind.

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

Tang Li felt that his intuition was correct. This Minister Song was really tolerant towards her. She didn't know where this "tolerance" came from.

In her last life, she never saw Song Boyan himself at the birthday banquet.

I don't know that the Li family invited this distinguished guest.

Maybe Song Boyan had already left when she went downstairs.

After all, the Song Li family are not close friends.

According to Song Boyan's current position of power, to congratulate Madam Li on his birthday is to give the Li family enough face.

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

The car stopped in front of the gate of Li's house.

Tang Li got out of the car.

Holding the seahorse hair coat, she walked around to the driver's window, leaned over and said, "Convey my thanks to Mr. Song for me." When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "Also, my surname is Tang. , not surnamed Li."

This evening, when Ji Ming returned to the clubhouse, it was past 12 o'clock.

Seeing him come back, Song Boyan put down the teapot in his hand: "Is it safe to send you home?"

"Yes." Ji Ming nodded.

In fact, he also had doubts in his heart.

From the moment Song Boyan suddenly spoke up and asked him to go downstairs to deliver the umbrella.

He had been with Song Boyan for six years, and it was the first time he saw that Mr. Song cared about a stranger.

Still an unknown girl.

It's just that he has no right to speak out.

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

Suddenly, there was some itching in the throat.

He reached for the cigarette case in his suit pocket, only to find it empty.

The thief Tang Xiaoli, don't think that you have stolen the cigarette case by pretending to be serious! (\u003c_\u003c)