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

Song Boyan smiled slightly, and then clenched her little hand: "In case of danger, there is no reason for a woman to stand in front. At this time, what a woman should do is to hide in the back obediently."

Hearing this, Tang Li shook the man's warm palm back.

When she reached the stairs, she suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Then, take the mask out of the bag.

She put her mask into Mr. Song's hand: "I wear a hat and give you the mask, so that even if we walk on the road, no one will know who we are."

At this moment, Ji Ming is standing outside the hotel.

In the alley where the hotel is located, there are also several bodyguards of agents, and not far away, five black Chevrolet Suburbans are parked.

When Song Boyan came to the hotel, it was naturally impossible for him to take that presidential car.

Ji Ming raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was already past 1:00 in the morning, and he was considering whether to go upstairs. At the entrance of the stairs, a familiar figure came down first.

The sound of stepping footsteps is especially clear at night.

Tang Li was wearing a black jacket with his hands in his pockets, loose nine-point jeans, two folds of trousers rolled up, a peaked cap, and his shoulder-length hair draped. In this way, walking on the road, Just like any other girl.

Later, he found Song Boyan who came down.

The gentleman is still wearing the same shirt and trousers, with the suit in his hand. No matter how low-key he travels, he still can't hide his arrogance and style. Tang Li greeted the front desk and trotted over.

When someone came to her, her hand was also taken by the trend.

The agents outside the door couldn't help but look sideways.

A Chevrolet Suburban pulled up and parked in front of the hotel.

Ji Ming stepped forward first and opened the rear door.

Tang Li followed Song Boyan into the car, looked left and right, and saw four other Chevrolet Suburbans following through the car window. He looked back and commented, "Mr. President's stealth skills are very good."

Five identical cars, except the license plates are different.

She believed that Song Boyan must have been in another Suburban when he came.

It is the so-called three caves of cunning rabbits.

None of these politicians are really fools.

Mr. Song's smile was warm and gentle, and his voice was as gentle as always: "Listen to this sentence, there are a few differences in meaning."

"No." Tang Li sat up straight in the car: "I just want to express that the security work is very good, so that others will not know which car you are in."

Saying that, she lay on the co-pilot and took the initiative to talk to Ji Ming: "Are you right?"

Ji Ming clenched his fist to cover his mouth, not looking at the rearview mirror.

Tang Li sat back and turned to look at Mr. Song: "Look, he acquiesced."

"..." Ji Ming.

Song Boyan said: "When people are old, they are always afraid of death. When they go out, they can't let go without a dozen or twenty people with them."

Ji Ming couldn't help listening to it in front of him.

Later, he heard Tang Li answer: "How come, Mr. Song is in the golden age of men and is a national treasure of our country. Therefore, we must not be sloppy when it comes to personal safety."

Mr. Song just laughed and didn't answer any further.

After a while, Song Boyan asked, "Where do you want to go first?"

"Elizabeth Tower." Tang Li thought and said, "It's Big Ben, the London Eye and the Thames."

When the words fell, Song Boyan explained to the driver.

Ji Ming notified several other cars.

Tang Li added: "Finally, you can go to Hyde Park near Buckingham Palace."