Chapter 611: Chapter 611: At Least She’s Tested the Goods
“Eating alone is somewhat boring, I asked Ji Ming to join me, but he didn’t want to.”
Ji Ming returned to the dining room, heard Tang Li ratting him out, and silently chose to turn around and leave again.
After dinner, Tang Li went back to the President’s lounge.
Tang Li directly took off her slip-on shoes at the door; the plane was cleaned by staff, and the carpeted floor wasn’t particularly dirty.
She didn’t run to the bed but sat down on the long sofa at the foot of the bed.
Soon, a flight attendant brought over a beverage.
Tang Li took it and said thanks.
After Song Baiyan finished discussing matters with his accompanying officials, he returned to the lounge, pushed the door open, and saw Tang Li leaning on the sofa, reading a book called “Film and Television Performance Language Skills,” which she had in her backpack.
She was reading intently, occasionally using a pen to underline parts she wanted to remember.
Suddenly, her ankle was grasped.
Tang Li looked sideways and saw Song Baiyan staring blankly; seeing him put a pair of men’s slippers on her feet, her eyes twinkled, and then she asked: “You put them on me, but what about you?”
“There are spare indoor slippers on the plane,” Song Baiyan replied and then asked her, “There is still more than an hour to go, why not rest on the bed?”
“It’s quite nice here.”
Tang Li said, “I’ll read a bit more, and by then we should be arriving at the Capital.”
She seemed to think of something, turned her gaze to Song Baiyan: “Do you want to rest? If you want to sleep, I can sleep for a while too.”
After that, she put the book back into her backpack.
It was a gesture ready for a sleepover or chat.
Before Song Baiyan could engage, the door was knocked on.
Song Baiyan was called away by the staff, and Tang Li couldn’t have her sleepover, so she continued reading.
After ten o’clock at night, the chartered flight landed at Capital Airport.
That day, the Capital was cloaked in a rainy night.
Also because of this, the scene on the tarmac didn’t attract much attention.
Song Baiyan arranged for a bodyguard to take Tang Li back to the school.
Before leaving, taking advantage of others not paying attention, Tang Li came close on tiptoes, hugging her backpack, and kissed up, her lips brushing over Song Baiyan’s thin lips, in the blink of an eye, she had already stepped back half a step.
“I’ll be off then.” Her cheeks were flushed.
Just as she was about to turn around, Mr. Song suddenly said, “Shouldn’t we hug before saying goodbye?”
Tang Li looked up.
Song Baiyan stood in front of the girl, his gaze warm, not actively embracing her, just spreading his arms, waiting for her to come over; in Tang Li’s view, in addition to the man before her eyes, there was also the large chartered aircraft, the drizzling rain, she didn’t care about the bodyguard holding the umbrella, instead entrusting herself into Song Baiyan’s embrace.
She raised her hands, wrapped them around Song Baiyan’s waist, instinctively nuzzling against his chest, a firmness that made her whole body and spirit comfortable.
The man gently stroked the back of her head with his large hand, what was meant to be a parting gesture did not carry the slightest negative emotion; Tang Li heard the man’s strong heartbeat, couldn’t help but tighten her arms.
Ji Ming stood aside, only feeling that the Mister was deeply smitten by Miss Tang.
The net Miss Tang wove had undoubtedly successfully captured the Mister.
Sitting in the car going back to school, Tang Li’s mind was still filled with the scene of Song Baiyan patting her back; for a moment, she felt that it didn’t resemble a lover’s farewell but more like a dad sending his daughter off to school, this comparison made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
They were clearly in a most normal love relationship…
If they weren’t lovers, Song Baiyan wouldn’t allow her to touch him there.
She was at least someone who had checked the merchandise now.
Song Baiyan had just returned to Tan Palace when Tang Li’s text came: “I’ll tell you a secret, since last night until now, I haven’t washed my right hand.”
“…” Mr. Song.