Song Boyan walked to the steps of the pavilion and found that Tang Li was not following him: "Aren't you going to go up and see your father?"
"I just came down." Tang Li put his hands behind his back, then pointed to the stone bench next to him: "I'll wait for you here."
Song Boyan did not force her.
"Then let Ji Ming buy a box of mosquito coils."
"No need." Tang Li stretched out an arm: "Before going out, I was very smeared."
said, she remembered an important matter, and couldn't help but reminded: "If he mentions the senator election to you, you should listen to your left and right ears, and don't pay attention to him."
Song Boyan said: "Afraid your father will use bitter tactics?"
"Whether it's selling meat or bitter meat, don't be fooled anyway!" Tang Li reiterated.
"Would you like to go up together?"
Tang Li did not waver this time.
sat beside the stone table, with both hands on the edge of the stool: "Go, I'll reward the moon for a while."
"Really not going?" Song Boyan asked again.
"..." Looking at the long standing man in front of the pavilion, maybe it was because of the 'bait' thrown by the other party repeatedly, or because the man's shirt under the street light had some kind of gravitational force on her, Tang Li's feet subconsciously changed direction.
But in the end, she resisted the temptation: "I'll wait here."
After saying that, he turned his back abruptly.
Seeing her like this, a smile appeared on Song Boyan's face, but he did not force her to go upstairs.
When there was no sound behind him, Tang Li slowly turned around.
It was the wisest choice for her not to go upstairs.
Today, Li Wenyan already regards himself as a 'national husband'.
Once she followed Song Boyan upstairs, some people should sit down and start raising prices.
The prospective son-in-law is the president of a country. In Li Wenyan's heart, he has long regarded the senator quota as something in his pocket.
When she entered the ward, it was Li Wenyan's bargaining chip.
As long as Song Boyan cares about her so much, he has to promise something tonight.
The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.
Tang Li took it out and saw that it was a message from Yu Sui.
A grinning expression.
Tang Li ignored it.
After a while, I received another emoji package of a black-faced baby with crooked eyes and a smile.
Immediately afterwards, text messages also came in.
"Did your dad believe it?"
Tang Li sent her a [hehe] emoji.
Yu Sui responded quickly: "PS is really hard! [Sigh] I posted that photo for two days and two nights, and I had to make it old. Just looking for the LOGO of that Kodak photo took me all afternoon!"
"[Smiles] Two days and two nights, busy putting yourself up, right?"
"...It's not that you are too lonely by yourself." Yu Sui sent a voice to forcefully explain, but she couldn't hide her guilty conscience: "I want to accompany you."
Tang Li: "..."
If she hadn't come to take pictures yesterday, I'm afraid she'd be in trouble tonight.
When she saw the extra chubby girl in the photo of the mountain begonia flower, she recognized Yu Sui at a glance, and thanks to Li Wenyan's unfamiliarity with Yu Sui, she dared to continue to use that photo to make up stories.
Otherwise, the play should have ended before it even started.
"The photos are really useless?" Yu Sui dared to ask after a long while.
The matter has been done, Tang Li no longer cares about her: "It's used."
In the dialog box, a smiley face immediately pops up.
"Then did your dad already know about his wife's drug use?"
Tang Li didn't mention Jiang Yining's part.
As for whether Li Wenyan had guessed that Ouyang Qian was on the head.
Judging from his reaction just now, there is no such thing for the time being, but I am afraid it will be soon.
After dealing with him for two lifetimes, Tang Li has long been familiar with Li Wenyan's temperament.