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

On the lawn, flocks of white pigeons suddenly spread their wings and fly high.

A huge piece of hula la.

Tang Li could only hear his own heartbeat, looking at Song Boyan who was holding up the coffee cup. The watch on his left wrist made him look more like a gentleman sitting in the sun and enjoying the scenery. This warm and forgiving feeling, It made her twitch her lips.

Looking back at the hydrogen balloon, Tang Li's smile grew stronger and stronger.

"You can still laugh." Song Jingtian looked at her complainingly: "The 'Buzz Lightyear' I just bought doesn't know where it flew to!"

Tang Li took out 10 yuan and handed it to the clown: "Then buy another one."

Song Jingtian hummed: "No Buzz Lightyear anymore."

"Pleasant sheep is not too bad." Tang Li took the blue "Pleasant Goat" from the clown and passed it on to Song Jingtian: "Superheroes are too far away from you, we should advocate pragmatism."

A few minutes later, Tang Li and Song Jingtian returned to the cafe.

The little guy pulled the string of "Pleasant Goat", but his eyes did not hide his disgust.

As soon as he sat down, he complained to his eldest brother: "I wanted to buy Buzz Lightyear, and she brought me a Pleasant Goat." After speaking, he sighed: "A naive cartoon like "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", Especially the red wolf inside, who smashes her husband with a frying pan at every turn, whoever sees it will become a fool."

Tang Li asked him, "You haven't seen it, how do you know that the gray wolf is often beaten by the red wolf?"

Song Jingtian choked and rolled his eyes.

This appearance of a big man and a little devil was exchanged for Song Boyan's warm reprimand: "I forgot how to teach you on weekdays?"

"..." Song Jingtian instantly became honest.

When the waiter served the sizzling beef, he forgot the "Pleasant Goat".

Tang Li ate a plate of curry chicken and potato baked rice.

After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Song Jingtian put the spoon into her plate again, Tang Li let him "steal" a few pieces of chicken, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to the opposite side of the table.

Song Boyan had already taken off his suit jacket.

The cuff of his shirt was lifted by him, and he was dealing with a crab leg.

The cafe here is not a high-end restaurant, so the waiter didn't bring crab legs, just a plate of snow crab legs and a pair of scissors.

For the first time, Tang Li saw a man peeling crabs so gracefully and calmly.

Not in a hurry, but in an orderly manner.

After Song Boyan peeled the crab legs, he took a hot and humid towel, wiped off the greasy hands, and pushed the plate of crab meat to the center of the table.

Song Jingtian shouted long live, and he planned to pour the whole plate of crab legs into his bowl.

As a result, he was hit as soon as he reached out.

The little guy screamed and quickly put away his fleshy little hands.

Song Boyan threw the chopsticks back on the table and put the towel aside, and reminded Song Jingtian, "Have you returned all your table manners to the school teacher?"

"Didn't give me food before." The little guy muttered.

Although his voice was small, it did not escape the ears of the other two.

There was a smile in Song Boyan's eyes, but he feigned displeasure and reprimanded him, his deep voice full of magnetism: "I also know that there were guests in the past, why didn't you learn courtesy?"

Hearing this, Tang Li clenched the spoon in his hand slightly.

Not for embarrassment.

Instead, the word "guest" came out of Song Boyan's mouth, and it seemed to carry some kind of magic.

...makes her feel like she's being valued.

"Then I'll give her half." Song Jingtian reluctantly picked up the plate and moved the crab leg meat to Tang Li's plate with a spoon.