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

Tang Li paused and said, "If they are upstairs, I will consider changing the plan."

Seeing her pretending to be mysterious, Song Boyan smiled slightly, his eyes full of connivance: "Everyone is staying outside the hotel, what are you planning to do?"

"You close your eyes first."

Tang Li covered Song Boyan's face with his hand.

Mr. Song rarely cooperated.

Under the light, Tang Li stared at the man's mature and handsome face. Then she took off her shoes and went to bed. She slipped into the bed next to her, and in the blink of an eye, she tucked the sweater and jeans she took off by the bed.

Turning her head, she found that Song Boyan was really cooperating with her game.

She sat up, then turned off the wall lamp by the bed.

The whole room suddenly fell into darkness.

Song Baiyan heard the sound of Tang Li turning off the lights, and when Tang Li said "OK", he opened his eyes. The dim light of the street light came in faintly from the window and shone on the corner of the bed. Tang Li was already wrapped in the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis. : "Ready to go to bed? "

"……almost."

Tang Li said, the strength of holding the quilt loosened.

Song Boyan was about to get up from the bed, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Tang Li sitting on the bed, revealing her fair neck and shoulders as the quilt fell.

Tang Li gathered up his courage and stepped forward to hug Song Boyan's neck.

The cold belt buckle rubbed against her skin, Tang Li tightened her arms, and her voice sounded in the dark room: "We can't sleep because of jet lag, we can't waste this wonderful time."

Song Boyan casually touched her waist.

Hearing the eagerness in the girl's words, Song Boyan was amused, and just wanted to wake her up.

Tang Li's question came: "Can you control the waist of A4 paper with one hand?"

In her tone, she was proud of Huang Po selling melons and boasting about herself.

"..." Song Boyan.

As for Tang Li's right hand, it had already covered the back of the man's thin wrist.

At the same time, she slowly approached Song Boyan, placed him between herself and the head of the bed, and kissed Song Boyan's mouth in the dim light.

She recalled the foreign movies she had seen before, thinking about how to set off the atmosphere next.

After all, in the movie, these pictures are very beautiful.

Romance made in a foreign country is often unforgettable for a lifetime.

Just like "Blue Bridge", "Roman Holiday" and "Pretty Beauty".

Although she is not Vivian standing on the street, Song Boyan can be the handsome and charming Edward, and even the million-dollar diamond king in the 1990s is more attractive. Whether it is Los Angeles or London, for her, she can compose A romantic affair.

Maybe in the future, when she is old, she can show off to her children and grandchildren that she has won a certain president in a foreign country.

However, in the next second, her wrist was grasped, and her small hand was forced to leave the aggression.

In his mouth, Song Boyan turned passive into active.

When she regained consciousness, she was already lying on the bed and raised her hand subconsciously, trying to wrap Song Boyan's neck.

However, she found out later that her hands were being held. On the contrary, the man's palms with some thick calluses were pressed against the cool skin on the inside of her wrists.

Tang Li's cheeks were hot, and his lower abdomen felt uncomfortable. He couldn't help but say, "My stomach hurts."

Song Boyan: "..."

Before he finished speaking, the lights in the room were turned on.

The moment he almost reached out to turn on the light, Song Boyan pulled the quilt and wrapped Tang Li around him.

Standing beside the bed, seeing Tang Li huddled under the covers, he laughed uncontrollably: "Do you feel shy now?"