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

Hearing this, Tang Li was briefly distracted.

Because I remembered what Song Boyan said in the private room last night.

In his voice, he interpreted his reliance on him, the kind of admiration the younger generation had for the elder, as a woman's infatuation with a man.

Now, she couldn't help thinking about whether it was because she failed to sort out her feelings, or whether Song Boyan saw everything too thoroughly.

"My uncle is a normal man anyway. I don't see anything wrong with his psychology or physiology. You said, if he really didn't find a woman in private, how would he relieve his desires on weekdays?"

Tang Li has withdrawn his thoughts.

Hearing Fu Si say this, she couldn't help thinking of Song Boyan standing behind her that night in the commercial port, reaching for the cup in the cupboard.

She felt the warmth of the man's body approaching.

A man standing in his thirties, in addition to being more stable and thoughtful, he also has a body. He is no longer as thin and frail as a boy in his twenties, nor does he give the impression that he can't lift his hands and shoulders.

"No matter how good a knife is, it won't be hidden. It will rust after a long time." Fu Si shook his legs, a little condescending: "My uncle's marriage is urgent."

Tang Li turned off the faucet: "Arranging the elders behind the back, as your family knows, more than one leg may be interrupted."

"What is the choreography elder? You didn't ask me, I kindly explained it to you."

Regardless of his defense, Tang Li issued another expulsion order.

Fu Si reluctantly walked out of the kitchen.

But instead of leaving, he sat down at the desk.

Then, start pulling the drawer to play.

Tang Li came out of the kitchen and found that Fu Si took out the peninsula iron box from the drawer. It was too late to stop him: "Who allowed you to look through my things?"

At this moment, her heart beat a little faster.

Fu Si has opened the box.

He was startled when he suddenly heard a rather stern question.

Seeing Tang Li coming over, Fu Si froze in his chair.

Tang Li was about to take away the peninsula iron box when Fu Si faintly voiced behind him: "I didn't expect that good students also smoke."

"..." Tang Li stopped when he closed the box.

She turned to look at Fu Si.

really--

Fu Si held a cigarette butt in his hand.

This cigarette butt was also the reason why she was nervous just now.

Fu Si's strange eyes were already on Tang Li: "Lucky's special cigarettes, these cigarettes are not cheap, they are usually for politicians or business elites, such as my uncle, this is what he smokes, tsk tsk, you poor Students, can still afford this cigarette."

Tang Li stretched out his hand: "Give me back the cigarette butts."

"I'll take a closer look." Fu Si refused to hand it over, and took a good look at the cigarette butt: "There are still bite marks on the filter tip, I can't see it, so you are still an old smoker."

He looked up at Tang Li again: "Where did you hide your cigarettes?"

"I've never smoked a cigarette when I've grown up, so don't swallow the good stuff alone, take it out and share it."

"I don't smoke here."

With that said, Tang Li wanted to get the cigarette butt: "Give it to me first."

Fu Si immediately raised his hand: "Want to destroy the evidence? My uncle has this cigarette in the place where I live. Next time I go to steal two boxes, but I have to keep your cigarette butt, so even if my uncle catches it, I can also argue that even the top students in our school smoke, and I try something strange."

Hearing that, he had to tell Song Boyan that Tang Li couldn't let him take away the cigarette butts.

"It's not just a cigarette butt, you won't be afraid of mold if you keep it."

Fu Si looked at her suspiciously.