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

Rubbing the carved pattern on the cigarette case, it was the one he hadn't found in the car before.

Song Boyan raised his head, and Ji Ming just pushed the door in.

"The old lady hasn't come back yet?" Song Boyan asked.

Ji Ming looked at his watch, it was almost eight o'clock: "It should be soon."

Song Boyan had already stood up, and a mellow voice sounded: "Get ready, go back to Yunqi Villa."

Finding that the ginger soup on the desk had not been touched, Ji Ming picked it up and handed it over: "I wanted to cook ginger soup for you, but you know I'm not good at the kitchen, and in the end it was Miss Tang who helped."

Hearing this, Song Boyan put the book back on the shelf and paused.

His eyes turned to the bowl of ginger soup.

"If you don't want to drink, I'll take it back to the kitchen." Ji Ming said again.

Tang Li returned to Song Jingtian's room, the little guy was lying on the bed watching cartoons on his iPad, with a pair of chubby little feet cocked behind him.

On the desk, there are practice papers and textbooks that have not been packed.

When Tang Li came back, he turned his head and said, "If you don't come again, I plan to call the police."

Tang Li asked him, "Why did you call the police?"

"You can disappear after drinking water. Do you think I should call the police?"

The little guy sat up and asked seriously.

Saying that, he slipped off the edge of the bed and ran to Tang Li with the tablet in his hand: "I don't know what your name is yet."

Tang Li didn't hide it and told him the truth.

Song Jingtian waited for a while, a little unhappy: "Why didn't you ask me?"

"..." Tang Li asked cooperatively, "What's your name?"

"That's a long story." The little guy instantly regained his arrogance: "My father's name is Song Mingzhang. He used to be the Minister of Defense and the leader of the Military Commission, and was awarded the rank of general. My mother's name is Xiao Minglan, a national first-class singer. He is also the honorary president of Ocean University. My eldest sister is Song Ru, who is now the head of the Song and Dance Troupe of Jiangdong Military Region. His name is Song Boyan, and he is now the Minister of Finance."

The little guy looked proud, and when he said this, he put his hands on his back and raised his chest: "As for me, I am Song Mingzhang and Xiao Minglan's son, Song Ru and Song Boyan's younger brother - Song Jingtian."

... It's really a pity not to be called Song Aotian with such an identity.

After Song Jingtian introduced himself, without waiting for any response, he turned to look at her: "Did you listen to me carefully?"

Tang Li nodded: "I heard it all."

"Then you repeat it, I see if there is something wrong."

Tang Li: "..."

At this moment, Ji Ming's appearance successfully rescued her.

The little guy found out that it was Ji Ming, became honest in seconds, and quickly sat back at the desk to continue writing.

Seeing Song Jingtian's pretentious back, Ji Ming held the doorknob in one hand and confessed: "Sir asked me to tell the second master that when he returns to the villa, the second master had better finish writing five new words, and he will check it himself."

After speaking, Ji Ming turned to look at Tang Li: "Mr. is already in the car, Miss Tang, let me go downstairs."

A few minutes later, Tang Li came out of the Song family villa.

Still the Lexus.

Tang Li got into the car.

This is also the third time she has taken this car, and she is still a little restrained.

Song Boyan was answering the phone, the man's low voice was laughing, and Tang Li listened, feeling like a polite greeting between political friends.

In mid-October, the temperature at night is no better than in July and August.

She only wore a sleeveless summer dress that was over the knees, and when the cold air blew on her face, she rubbed her arms indiscriminately.