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

Tang Li was startled and went downstairs immediately.

On a summer night haunted by mosquitoes, Song Boyan was sitting on a wooden chair beside the lamppost in front of the teacher's apartment building, his suit was taken off and placed beside him, with a blue-gray twill tie on top of the suit.

Looking at his clothes, you can tell that he just came out of an important occasion.

With his right hand behind Tang Li, he stretched out one, two, and three fingers and pointed.

Then she realized that Song Boyan came to the school a little more often.

——At least it's been a little high recently.

After all, I just came here a few days ago.

So when she got close, the first thing she did was to help Song Boyan pick up his suit and tie, while trying to pull him up: "It's too eye-catching to sit here, and in about ten minutes, the door of the teaching building will be locked, and there may be residents who live here. The teacher at Wentan Garden is back, and besides, it's so empty outside, how could an accident happen..."

Song Boyan didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and grabbed her little hand and pulled it.

Then, Tang Li sat on the man's lap.

Song Boyan put his arms around her and looked at her with deep and gentle eyes. Even if there were no bodyguards following him, he didn't show the slightest bit of vigilance, but his expression showed a bit of leisure: "I have exams these days, and I am still busy with People are fighting their wits and courage, and I'm afraid they don't eat well."

The tension in Tang Li's heart faded: "I have a meal, but I can't bear to consume too much brain power."

After speaking, he turned the topic to Song Boyan: "Actually, your mental work is more expensive than mine, so even if you don't exercise, you can maintain your figure so well."

Being praised for his good figure, Song Boyan's smile deepened: "Is it so rude to talk to my classmates on weekdays?"

"..." Tang Li.

Then, she took an item out of her hot pants pocket.

It is a mini silk folding fan.

Tang Li opened the fan and fanned Song Boyan: "You have to wear shirts and trousers in summer. It must be very hot. I will help you cool down."

A trace of coolness swept across his body, but it was nothing but a drop in the bucket.

Tang Li also found that Song Boyan was not sweating profusely, not even his forehead, it would not be related to his physique, he could only say that he was very determined.

Calm down, don't be irritable and don't feel too hot.

Because of the proximity and the fan wind, Tang Li smelled a faint smell of alcohol, which came from Song Boyan. She felt that her guess was correct. He might have attended some dinner or banquet at night. I came to my school.

Tang Li put down the silk fan, turned sideways, and touched the man's temple with both hands: "Massage for you."

Song Boyan put his hand behind her to prevent her from accidentally falling down.

In the grass, the name of the cricket came from time to time.

This kind of tranquility also made Song Boyan feel a lot more at ease.

After a while, Tang Li's right hand was grabbed and pulled down: "In the past two days, you have been fighting wits and courage with liars. How far have you fought?"

"It's in the closing stages."

Tang Li used the idiom: "Everything is ready. I only owe Dongfeng."

Hearing the smugness in her words, Song Boyan reminded: "The closer you get to the last moment, the more you can't take it lightly. The fate of the enemy will never change."

Tang Li said: "I definitely can't compare with you. It's normal if there are some mistakes."

Song Boyan just smiled and didn't speak.

"Many times, women are not as good as men. It's not because women are not smart enough, but because women can't be as rational as men. Therefore, many corporate decision-makers and national leaders are men. "

Mr. Song commented on her insights: "It doesn't matter whether it is male or female, sometimes it just lacks a good teacher."