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

Seeing Song Xiaohua playing with her fingers in Song Boyan's arms again, Tang Li can say that "new and old grudges" are added together. Song Xiaohua gave her a fart, no doubt, it was intentional.

Song Xiaohua, a little dog in the new era.

Tang Li suddenly felt that having a second child was not necessarily a bad thing, at least it could break up the father-daughter alliance.

Thinking of this, she lost her breath.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

While reciting this sentence in my heart, I took the initiative to remove 'Chuhe-Hanjie', and changed my words: "Women always have a few days a month when they are more emotional."

Song Boyan said, "Next month's schedule is ahead of schedule?"

"..." Although he knew that Song Boyan asked this out of concern, Tang Li's ears were still warm.

On the one hand, because of his own lies.

On the other hand, because of the privacy of the topic.

Song Boyan's voice in an external voice is that she knows the days when she came to the aunt.

In fact, it is not surprising that Song Boyan would know.

The husband and wife share the same bathroom, and the extra sanitary pads in the trash can cannot be concealed.

It's just that she didn't expect that Song Boyan would take this to heart.

Changing your mouth now would be self-defeating.

Just think about him.

Tang Li threw the two pillows back on the imperial concubine's couch, "Let's sleep together."

Song Boyan went to wash up, and Song Xiaohua was put back on the big bed.

The little guy and Tang Li looked at each other for a few seconds, as if expecting that this woman would not be easy to mess with, he crawled towards his father's thin quilt, digging his head into the quilt, leaving only his diaper-covered ass for her. mom.

Tang Li: "..."

When Song Boyan came out of the bathroom, Tang Li was searching DouMiao for posts related to 'How's the memory of a one-and-a-half-year-old child? Before finding a reliable answer, Song Boyan lifted the quilt and went to bed.

At this moment, Song Xiaohua had fallen asleep on her father's pillow.

The child was moved between the two of them, and Tang Li put the lock screen of his phone aside.

Of course, Song Boyan couldn't see the content of the posts she searched.

This is a war between women.

Men should be less involved.

Before going to bed, Song Boyan asked about her progress in her studies, and Tang Li answered truthfully, "I've been watching modern European history recently."

As for the history of the country, I already knew about the same when I was in school.

Now she reads books, is to read the history of other countries.

This is also preparation for the near future.

Regardless of whether she is visiting or receiving foreign guests, she will deal with female relatives of other countries and understand the customs and etiquette of various countries, which can avoid some unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you deal with it calmly."

Song Boyan listened to what she was saying, and a little smile appeared on his face. This smile immediately provoked Tang Li's solemn statement: "You can disagree with my point of view, but you can't laugh at me."

To say ridicule, there is no.

On the contrary, Tang Li's enthusiasm for learning also reassured Song Boyan.

Originally, I was worried that she was young and would be bored in the sandalwood palace all day long. Besides taking care of the children, I would also see my friends wandering outside, which would inevitably lead to an imbalance in my mentality; It seemed that his worries were unnecessary.

only--

Tang Li was still young after all.

I shouldn't have spent ten years with him in the most fortified besieged city in the S country.

A person's horizons and knowledge cannot be expanded only by books.

As a husband, he never expected Tang Li to be so talented.

But it couldn't stop her from getting better.

Accompanying each other for two years is enough to fill in the blank time that follows.

Tang Li received an offer email from the University of Oslo, Norway, on an afternoon in September.