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

Ji Ming still remembered that it was the same girl last night, when she learned that her husband gave her an umbrella, and she wanted to see her husband.

People were sent back to Li's house by him, and they jumped up and down when they entered the house.

It's a little bit different from now...

Seeing that no one responded to him, Tang Li was trying to find a reason, but Song Boyan said, "Since it's not far away, it's faster to drive back and save you from going the wrong way."

"..."

On the way back, Tang Li held the medicine bag and said nothing.

Song Boyan broke the silence: "Are you not used to going to school in the capital?"

Tang Li heard the words and tightened the bag slightly.

Finding that she was finally a little afraid of herself, Song Boyan smiled lightly: "Last night at Li's house, you turned over the balcony, made trouble at the birthday banquet, and then made a noise outside that Ji Ming wanted to see me, I thought you were really bold. ."

The gentle voice, without any blame, failed to make Tang Li's body relax.

There was only one thought in her mind—

His own tricks, in his eyes, were indeed pediatrics.

Whether it's a 26-year-old girl or a 19-year-old girl, in front of Song Boyan, her words and deeds are all about turning a tiger into a dog.

"Are you going to go back to school with your arms covered like this?" Song Boyan spoke again, because of concern that made her even more uneasy.

The change in some thoughts is actually just an instant.

...Although it was contrary to her original intention of getting in the car.

Organize the language, Tang Li explained: "Treat the wound now, and the car will be dirty."

Song Boyan listened noncommittally.

In the past few seconds, the man's slender and beautiful hand appeared in front of her, took the medicine bag from her lap, and Song Boyan's low and mellow voice came from his ear: "The wound still needs to be treated as soon as possible, it will inevitably become infected over time."

It was too late for Tang Li to keep the medicine bag.

"Put out your hand." Song Boyan then ordered her.

This kind of order is the warmth that makes her want to dodge.

Seeing the alcohol cotton ball in the man's hand, Tang Li did not move.

Song Baiyan's handsome brows and eyes were a little more gentle: "Do you want me to hold your hand in person?"

"No." Tang Li denied.

Apart from these two words, she couldn't find a better reason.

Seeing her eyes flickering and dawdling, as if she was being caught by tricks, Song Boyan didn't embarrass her, but only said, "If it's not, then reach out."

In the end, it was Tang Li who compromised.

The man's large dry and warm hand lifted her arm lightly and wrapped her slender wrist as well.

The alcohol touched the wound, and the pain was like a needle stick.

Tang Li's right hand on his side clenched the leather seat without a trace.

"Does it hurt?" Song Boyan asked her in a deep voice.

Ji Ming, who was driving in front, couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror.

Because it was the first time I saw Mr. treat people so friendly.

It's not that kind of politeness, it's genuine and approachable, without the slightest pretence, at least he has been with his husband for all these years, and there has never been a woman who can let him give him an umbrella and apply medicine.

Ji Ming glanced sideways at Tang Li who was silent again——

The washed and faded shirt had gauze on her forehead. The sunlight poured in from the gap in the car window, making her fair profile almost transparent. Under the slightly open collar of the shirt, the pink neckline was beautiful.

She is a very spirited girl.

Based on various indications, he had already guessed that although this lady was from the Li family, her background was probably unorthodox.

Ji Ming remembered that at the birthday banquet last night, the husband spoke for this Miss Tang... He was in charge of Mr. Song's safety and daily affairs, but he had never seen this girl.

Just stating-

This Miss Tang and Mr. Tang met earlier.

Tang Xiaoli, who was walking and jumping, leaned on the window and burst into tears: "This is not a scooter, it is a hearse bound for the crematorium!"