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

Tang Li explained: "The light was a little dazzling just now, but it's much better now."

After speaking, she did not face the wall again.

The enthusiasm on his face did not fade, and he couldn't help looking at Song Boyan.

As far as the eye can see, is the man's shoulder and smoke.

Tang Li stood in the corner for a few more seconds, walked over and squatted beside him. As she got closer, she found that Song Boyan also had a long scar on his abdomen, which was probably due to improper stitching, like a centipede. It looked a little scary.

She reached out and pressed her fingertips to the scar.

Song Boyan's hands stopped for a while, and he heard Tang Li ask, "Did it hurt a lot at that time?"

The man's gaze came to meet the girl's caring eyes.

"It definitely hurts." Tang Li gave the answer himself.

After all, in her previous life, she was a person who was wounded by a gun. Even if the shot directly killed her, the pain before her death was still unforgettable.

Tang Li touched the scar: "This doctor's suture level is not very good."

When the words fell, her wrist was held.

The whole person was taken up and sat on Song Boyan's lap.

Song Boyan stabilized her with his hands: "I've seen it, when are you going to go back to sleep?"

"In a little while." Tang Li said, her eyes moved slightly. She smelled the scent of the man, the mint scent of the shower gel, mixed with a faint smell of nicotine, although the smell of smoke was a bit choking, But she didn't reject it.

Consciousness seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. Tang Li lowered his head and kissed the man, rubbing his ears.

While Song Boyan hugged her waist tightly, his right hand holding the cigarette pinched her chin.

The warm night wind blew in through the crack of the door.

Tang Li suddenly felt a little hot.

"Don't want to go back yet?" Song Boyan's voice fainted at the corner of Tang Li's mouth.

Tang Li hummed vaguely.

A thought popped into my mind—

After that night in London, she thought that Song Boyan was really innocent, but now, he seems to...

The dim light softened the atmosphere.

Tang Li suddenly said, "Can I... take a look again?"

What you want to see is self-evident.

Song Boyan is not a 15- or 16-year-old stunned young man, so he still doesn't understand what she means.

However, this is the first time—

Tang Li didn't raise his head to look at Song Boyan, his eyes were a little erratic, and he continued, "I'll just take a look and do nothing."

As he spoke, his fingers began to play the "piano" again.

Song Boyan held her wrist, and the other hand wrapped his arms around her waist. Tang Li's voice came faintly: "I've never seen it before, so I'm a little curious."

About a minute later, Song Boyan said, "A curious kitten."

The man's voice was low and magnetic, making Tang Li more like an inch.

She remembered the lines she had read in the novel before, and deliberately showed weakness: "As a studious student, are you willing to be my teacher?"

This sentence, in exchange for Song Boyan's smile.

Even if it's just a small smile.

Tang Li called out, "Mr. Song?"

The smile on Song Boyan's face became deeper and deeper.

Tang Li knew very well that in the eyes of the old fox, he was like a monkey scratching his scalp.

So, she continued to blow the rainbow fart: "Behind every well-informed student, there is always a learned teacher."

This time, Song Boyan seemed to be moved by her.

Her right hand was held gently.

The connivance in the man's words also came slowly with Ye Feng: "If you want to see it, then watch it."

There are only four updates today~ I will write a few more chapters in the early morning, and it may be uploaded around 7:00 tomorrow morning~ So everyone, don’t stay up late~

PS: I am slow in coding, I really don't mean to do more.

I've always been reluctant to write this article casually, for fear of disappointing the expectations of more readers. If I'm not afraid of breaking the character set and simply making money, writing template routines is actually very fast.

The little fairies who feel that the progress is slow can raise the text, and look at it after a while~

Be considerate of each other~

I think, every day is more than 10,000 kinds of bloody, write the plot that you have seen a long time ago, and everyone will definitely not chase it again...