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

The girl's hand was cold, she touched the man's generous palm lightly, and then grabbed a few of his fingers: "Other people's godfathers are all in business, and I can't compare with mine, you have become my godfather, others are sure Don't dare to dive into me, even Li Wenyan can't do anything to me."

Her tone was a little bit complacent.

Seems like he really thought of a good way.

Song Boyan let her hold his left hand, feeling the coolness in the palm of his hand, slightly folded his fingers, and clenched her little hand: "You are in such a hurry to find yourself a backer?"

"Then do you agree?" Tang Li looked up, the lights under the eaves were dim, and in her sight, the handsome features of the man were hidden behind the thin smoke, she watched him slowly light the ashes: "Such a big daughter, I'm afraid Not so lucky."

"...don't you really like me?"

Tang Li couldn't help but speak.

Song Boyan stopped tapping the ash with his thumb, and then smiled: "What am I thinking, you can already see it now?"

"I didn't see it, you made it yourself." Tang Li's cheeks flushed, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer: "If you don't like me, why do you help me pay the sponsorship fee? You asked Ji Ming to send me an umbrella. , and sprayed me with medicine in the car, I was attacked on the forum, and Ji Ming called the branch, and you asked the school to help me change the dormitory, and you always lent me your own suit."

"Like a psychology teacher, who has been giving me thinking lessons, for fear that I will grow crooked, Li Wenyan wants to give me to someone else, you said you would talk to him, you are not me, what position do you have to talk to him about my marriage? ?

I think being close to Qin Yansheng makes Li Shengxia feel uncomfortable. You ask me to eat as soon as you know it. If you say it is to eat, you are actually giving me psychological counseling.

I went to find you, and you let me spend the night at Yunqi Villa, and at the birthday banquet of Li's family, the little novice in the temple told me that you asked him not to wake me up every morning. "

Song Boyan's smile faded.

Tang Li added: "I understand everything very clearly, you still treat me like a child, but you are so kind to me, except that you like my mother, I can't think of any other reason, so, even with Aiwu Jiwu, You see me like you see your own daughter."

Speaking of which, she slowly exhaled a sigh of relief: "I figured it out just now, if you really like my mother, I can understand, my mother is really good-looking, she doesn't know what my grandfather did before, She always thought my grandfather was in the jade business."

Even if she is extremely reluctant to admit it, she doesn't want to lie to herself now: "You care about someone who has nothing to do with you, and your brain is not damaged by the door. In fact, I should have found out, your dog is barking too. Axi, you still have a red string, mine was made by my mother, although I don't remember the pattern, if it is a coincidence, if there are too many coincidences, it will become a fact."

Tang Li lowered his head and continued: "She is kind and knowledgeable. It's not unbelievable that you like her. If it were me, I would like her too."

Song Boyan didn't answer these words, but asked her, "You really know what 'like' is at a young age?"

- How can you not know?

She wasn't really only nineteen.

Withdrawing his hand, Tang Li looked away, looking in a trance: "I don't know, I thought I knew, but in the end, I found out that it was all my self-righteousness."

No matter in her previous life or now, she seems to be always wrong emotionally.

"It's fine if you don't be my godfather. A twisted melon is not sweet, and I'm not the kind of person who likes the overlord to take the bait."

When the words were over, Tang Li stood up, slowly backed away with his hands behind his back, and then looked at Song Boyan with a smile: "I will grow up with my roots, even if you can't be my godfather, you are still an uncle, you are such a good person. It's a pity that my mother didn't meet you a few years ago."

Song Boyan raised his eyes, stared at her with deep eyes, and didn't say anything to refute.

"This time, really good night."

Tang Li returned to the door of his house, stretched out his hand and pulled the door, then looked at Song Boyan: "Get some rest, Uncle Song."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door with a "squeak".

Turning around and leaning on the door, Tang Li felt that the courage inspired by the can of beer had faded away.

She wasn't drunk, she knew exactly what she was talking about.

Recalling the picture of Song Boyan embracing herself by the bonfire, her heart was still warm.

In fact, this is also very good, it is better to let it happen than to force it.

For the next two days, Tang Li spent most of her time chanting and praying for Tang Yin. Even if she lived in the same yard, she never met Song Boyan.

Only in the evening of the second day, after passing by the host's courtyard, I saw Song Boyan and the old host sitting at the stone table and playing chess.

But she wisely didn't bother to go in.

When Tang Li left, the old host suddenly raised his head, glanced at the gate of the courtyard, and then said, "The finance minister is no longer as distracted as he used to be when he went up the mountain this time."

Song Boyan put down a chess piece and smiled lightly: "It's just mediocrity."

"All the dharmas that exist are all due to the harmony of causation. The causality arises, and the causation is not complete, but it is just like that." The old host's voice, which has been through the vicissitudes of life, is like a Buddha's verse: "If you can love each other, it is the best. "

Looking at the layout on the chessboard, this time, the [general] between Song Boyan's fingers was slow to fall.

The next morning, Tang Li took Song Boyan's special car back to the capital.

When the car approached the gate of the School of Art, Tang Li asked the driver to stop: "On the way back to the dormitory, I can walk in by myself."

At this time, the school was full of people, and she didn't want to be too public.

After getting out of the car, Tang Li stepped aside.

After watching the car go away, she entered the school.

Tang Li had spoken to Wu Xuehan on the phone and learned that Wu Xuehan and Yu Sui were still in class, and because it was not time for lunch, she went back to Wentan Garden first.

As soon as he walked uphill, Tang Li stopped in place.

Ahead, at the gate of Wentan Garden, under the tree by the roadside, a white Audi car was parked.

A young man was leaning against the driver's door. He was wearing a peacock blue coat, black trousers and a white shirt, which made him look tall. There were already several cigarette butts next to the tires of the car. He seemed to be thinking about something. , the whole person seemed a little absent-minded.

The sun was shining brightly, but Tang Li's arm burst into small particles.

There seemed to be an endless chill coming.

In this life, when she sees Han Jifeng again, she only feels pain in her temples.

The feeling of being on the verge of death made her reluctant to take half a step forward.

Tang Li didn't know how she walked back. When she calmed down, she was already standing at the crossroads outside the teaching building, looking at the students coming and going. What lingered in her mind was how she was shot and fell to the ground in her previous life. of that scene.

Two more in one, what about the group~