"It’s pretty good." Tang Li sat down.
Song Baiyan’s gaze fell on her wet, short hair: "Did you just wash your hair?"
Knowing he was at the villa, Tang Li couldn’t wait to blow-dry her hair and come down.
Song Baiyan said: "Right after waking up in the morning, the body’s blood circulation is relatively slow, and the scalp is sensitive at this time. If you wash your hair too often after waking up, you’re more likely to suffer from migraines in the future."
Tang Li took note of his advice and then asked: "Aren’t you going out today?"
"I have a meeting in the afternoon. After running around for several days, I’m taking the morning off for myself."
Song Baiyan then asked about her movie.
"It’s already finished shooting. In a couple of days, I need to go to Japan to take some photos." Tang Li paused, then added the words she had prepared yesterday: "I haven’t yet congratulated you on your election victory. I wanted to congratulate you as early as possible, so I came here yesterday, but I didn’t expect to fall asleep."
At this moment, a servant brought over a shirt.
"Sir, there’s a small stain on the chest of the shirt you changed out of. I can’t tell what it is. If it’s difficult to wash, I’ll call the laundry service to pick it up."
Tang Li cast a glance and indeed saw a faint stain on the shirt. Just as she was curious about what it was, she heard Song Baiyan telling the servant: "It’s just a saliva mark, just wash it directly with water."
Realizing something, Tang someone: "..."
The servant left, and Tang Li buried her head in eating the penne pasta.
After a while, she explained: "Actually, I don’t usually drool in my sleep."
"An improper sleeping position. Whether it’s a child or an adult, drooling is inevitable." Song Baiyan cut the bacon and, noticing Tang Li’s reddening ears, a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes: "Have you learned to be formal in front of me?"
Tang Li met Song Baiyan’s eyes.
In her field of view, she was almost enveloped by the man’s boundless warmth.
"It’s not about being formal." She defended herself: "I didn’t want you to misunderstand, so I just wanted to tell you."
Then, Song Baiyan placed the napkin he was wiping his hands with back on the table: "What did you dream about last night? You were lying in bed, still clutching my shirt and refusing to let go."
After falling asleep, it was like losing consciousness.
Tang Li didn’t remember what she did, and her response was somewhat vague before she changed the subject: "You seem to be in a very good mood recently."
Her tone was certain.
Hearing this, Song Baiyan smiled.
In S country, the President’s power is above the executive, legislative, and judiciary branches, and he is also the commander of the armed forces. Apart from having a term and being elected democratically, it’s not much different from the emperors of ancient times.
One of life’s four greatest joys is the moment of triumphant success.
Tang Li asked: "In the future when I want to see you, will I have to go to Tan Palace?"
The President is different from the Finance Minister.
One can imagine the grandeur of Song Baiyan’s future outings.
Even for safety considerations, it’s impossible that only Ji Ming would follow him.
Tang Li remembered that in her past life, she had stopped the President’s convoy outside Tan Palace. Truth be told, it wasn’t exactly the car Song Baiyan himself was riding in, but just the lead vehicle at the front.
However, because of her appearance, the entire convoy was forced to stop.
The President’s car in the middle of the convoy was two identical Cadillacs with bulletproof features—such an arrangement was designed to prevent attacks.
If it weren’t for Song Baiyan lowering his car window himself, she wouldn’t know which car the President was in.
Even so, Tang Li only looked at Song Baiyan from a distance, and before Ji Ming got out of the car, she had already been restrained by the Special Service Bureau.
If it were this life, Tang Li didn’t think she would still have that kind of courage.
Even now, thinking back, she still felt perplexed, wondering how she dared to stop the President’s convoy.