"Besides," Ji Ming stood in front of her, the rain on the edge of the umbrella spread, and dark water stains spread on his shoulders: "Mr. also said that it is late at night, and it is not so safe outside, especially for girls. "
Tang Li heard this, and his expression was a little stunned.
"Mr." in Ji Ming's mouth is naturally Song Boyan.
She didn't expect to meet each other here again.
Tang Li didn't answer, just asked, "Mr. Song is also nearby?"
Hearing this, Ji Ming turned his head to look somewhere.
Tang Li followed his gaze and found a high-end private club across the road.
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 made of black mud and purple sand, and the misty white water vapor seemed to add a bit of comfort and comfort on such a rainy night.
Opposite of Song Boyan, there seems to be another person sitting.
The window lattice somewhat blocked Tang Li's sight.
At this moment, Song Boyan suddenly looked sideways as if he was alert.
Across the road, and condescending, Tang Li couldn't see the other party's expression at the moment, but judging from the other party's unchanging leisurely sitting posture, Song Boyan was not surprised the moment he saw her.
Beside , Ji Ming said again: "Since the umbrella has been delivered, I will call a car for Miss Li now."
Tang Li looked back at him: "This umbrella belongs to Mr. Song?"
“…”
"I took the umbrella, what should I do with Mr. Song?"
Ji Ming had no choice but to answer: "This umbrella was taken from the clubhouse. Don't worry about Miss Li. When you leave later, Mr. will go directly from the underground parking lot."
Such a result was actually expected by Tang Li.
After less than three seconds of silence, she asked again, "Did Mr. Song ask you to give me the umbrella?"
In Ji Ming's opinion, this Miss Li asked knowingly.
Before he could organize a verbal response, the other party threw the question again: "Why did Mr. Song give me an umbrella?"
Ji Ming: "..."
It took a long time for him to reply: "Miss Li can see this as the concern of an elder who is a family friend to the younger generation."
Tang Li was speechless and seemed to agree with his words.
Ji Ming took out his mobile phone and was about to dial for a car when the girl said again: "As a junior, Mr. Song specially asked someone to bring me an umbrella. Before going back, I hope to thank him in person."
“…”
Ji Ming turned to look at this Miss Li.
He wanted to say no, but when his eyes touched the wound on the girl's forehead and her slightly swollen left face, some words got stuck in his throat.
He saw the slap of the old lady of the Li family.
The old man, who looked fairly amiable, used a full ten force.
Ji Ming also noticed Tang Li's bruised arm.
He didn't know the situation of the Li family, but on the cold and windy night, he softened his attitude towards such a girl with scars: "Sir is seeing an important friend, I'm afraid I don't have time to see you."
Tang Li's eyes were clear: "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 was standing in the corridor, and Ji Ming pushed the door first to go in.
It's been about 20 minutes.
The private room door opened, and Ji Ming appeared in front of her.
As soon as Tang Li entered the private room, the door behind him was gently closed.
In the private room, it was extraordinarily quiet.
Going around the screen painted with ink flowers and birds, Tang Li saw the man sitting alone in front of the window, with his shirt sleeves folded a few times, holding a purple clay pot in his right hand, refilling tea in the cup in front of him .