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

Sitting under the quilt, let Song Boyan put on a long-sleeved shirt for himself.

The slender and warm fingers are fastened with buttons on the front of the gown, one after another.

Tang Li stared at Song Boyan for a moment.

Her gaze was tracing the outline of the man's facial features, which she had already remembered in her heart, but she couldn't help but look at it.

It doesn't matter if it looks good or not.

She just wanted to see Song Boyan.

"Staying together every day, haven't seen enough?" Song Boyan teased.

It's okay if you don't say it, then...

Tang Li leaned forward, wrapped his hands around the man's shoulders, and said, "I seem to be poisoned."

Song Boyan heard the words and pulled her away slightly: "What poison?"

"A poison called infatuation."

Song Boyan: "..."

No matter how deep the poisoning is, you have to eat and drink.

Therefore, Tang Li still got up.

The special plane took off at noon and had to go to the military airport in the suburbs.

Before going out, the stickiness was gone.

Maybe it was because I had tossed enough last night.

Song Boyan personally took her to the car, and she once again warned: "Don't work too late at night."

When the car started, Tang Li lay down on the window again, "When you come to Siam, I'll go to Man City and come back together."

Song Boyan raised his left hand, touched her hair, and agreed, "Then it's settled like this, when the time comes, don't be overwhelmed."

Tang Li blushed when he heard the last joke.

——No matter how fun the country of Siam is, for her, it is not as fun as her own man.

Arrived at the airport, the special plane was already waiting there.

Ji Ming was in charge of carrying the luggage, while Tang Li boarded the plane directly.

It takes five hours to fly directly from the capital of country S to Qingfu, and Tang Li took a nap on the plane.

When she woke up, it took another half an hour before the plane landed.

The accident happened when I got off the plane.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon in the Qing Mansion, and the sun was still drying. Tang Li was about to wear a sun hat and took the trolley case from Ji Ming's hand, but found that the weight was not right, and her clothes would not be so heavy.

But looking at the trolley case, it was indeed the one she packed last night.

Because they were on a special plane, they did not go through security checks before boarding the plane.

This box, Ji Ming has never faked it.

Knowing that the trolley case was different, Ji Ming asked the bodyguards to protect Tang Li, and loaded the pistol himself, before squatting down to open the zipper of the case.

Only halfway through, a small fleshy hand squeezed out.

Tang Li: "..."

Jiming: "..."

bodyguard:"……"

Without Ji Ming's action, the box opened by himself.

Song Jingtian climbed out of the trolley case, and the first thing he did was to pee in the corner.

Putting up his pants, he turned around and stared at Tang Li.

Witnessing what it means to change the living, Tang Li temporarily lost the function of language. She didn't understand, how did she become a little kid after finishing her luggage all night?

At this moment, Ji Ming's cell phone rang.

Why did the phone call come from?

On the Tan Palace side, Song Jingtian's disappearance has been discovered.

After checking the surveillance, it was found that the little guy sneaked in when the master bedroom was empty, and never came out again.

With Song Boyan's permission, the internal affairs personnel went in to search for it.

Ji Ming hung up the phone and told Tang Li, "Finally, it was the gentleman who opened the drawer of the bedside table and found a pile of ladies' clothes, and then he realized that your luggage was transferred."

Tang Li looked at the initiator again.

The little guy looked at the sky and scratched his ears again.

"Sir still has official business, so let He Wei call around three o'clock."

Air China's special plane will not stay with Tang Li in the Qing residence, and will return tonight at the latest.

Song Jingtian also realized that he might be deported, and immediately hugged Tang Li's leg, "I said how could I turn this day, it turned out that I was airsick!"

Tang Li: "..."

"You're not going to school anymore?" Tang Li had no choice but to persuade him.

"I've already asked for leave." The little guy was not at all embarrassed: "The head teacher knows that my parents have to do things. It hurts me to cry, so let me rest at home for a few more days."

Tang Li: "...Who told you to cry when doing things?"

Looking at each other, the air became quiet.

The little guy opened his eyes first, his hands still holding her firmly.

At this time, Ji Ming said: "Sir said, if the second master really wants to stay in the Qing mansion, let him stay."

One big and one small, all looked at him in unison.

Jiming: "..."

He raised his mobile phone and signaled, "Why do you want to convey the meaning of Mr.

Although he was allowed to stay in the Qing Mansion, the little guy still dragged Tang Li by the corner of his clothes, for fear of being dropped. The car sent by the Li family was already waiting on the edge of the apron. This time, it was the Li family who came to pick up Tang Li. Another relative.

"These two days, Ruan has been at the temple."

Tang Li heard that——

This is explaining to myself why Li Ruan is not here to pick up the person.

She didn't mind who picked up the plane, and when she learned that the altar had been opened today, she couldn't help holding the urn on her leg tightly.

Not to mention her relationship with the Li family, her mother, her grandfather, should have returned happily.

Here, they found their roots.

All kinds of past are also completely left in another piece of land.

The temple that Tang Li and his party went directly to.

When he got out of the car, Tang Li heard the faint sound of Buddha.

Phra Singh Monastery is the largest Buddhist temple in the Qing Dynasty. It was built by King Meng Lai in the 14th century to enshrine the ashes of his father.

Only the Li family can do things for the deceased at Pasing Monastery.

Therefore, this time she did not doubt Li Hao's sincerity.

There are monks waiting at the door.

He took Tang Yin's ashes and entered first.

With just one wrong look, Tang Li discovered that Song Jingtian had a cucurbit silk in his hand.

The little guy lowered his head and blew, and the magic sound burst.

Tang Li: "...Where did it come from?"

"Your relative bought it." Song Jingtian said, pointing to the market outside the temple: "I just glanced at it, he thought I wanted it, waved to the hawker, and there was it."

Seeing that Tang Li was paying too much attention to the cucurbit flute, the little guy took the initiative to pay tribute: "How about you blow it?"

Tang Li: "..."

"Blow what."

See things and think people.

Thinking of the 'musical instrument' he played last night, Tang Li's face became slightly hot, and he threw the cucurbit silk to the bodyguard: "Confiscated."

Song Jingtian: "...???"

The ritual is performed in the main hall.

Go up the golden dragon steps and take off your shoes as required.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Li Hao's back came into Tang Li's eyes.

Li Hao was sitting with the old monk who presided over the ceremony.

As for the other members of the Li family, they folded their hands together and knelt down in the hall.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Li also found Li Ruan.

There was a vacant seat beside Li Hao, which was reserved for her.

The young monk noticed that another person had entered the inner hall, and immediately stepped forward, preparing to lead Tang Li to his seat amid the sound of chanting sutras.

Ji Ming and the bodyguard stayed outside.

Only Song Jingtian followed.

Next to Li Hao, two people could kneel down.

Tang Li turned his head and called Song Jingtian to follow him, but the little guy didn't move, staring blankly somewhere.

Following his gaze, Tang Li also looked over.

As far as the eye can see, a little loli.

Tang Li: ………………

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The first two in the morning, huh!