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

After speaking, she stood up.

Just as he was about to run away, a burst of warmth came from his nostrils.

- There seems to be fluid coming out of the nose.

She raised her hand to wipe it subconsciously, but the back of her hand was scarlet.

It may be that the house leaks and it rains overnight.

What's the difference between this scene and a wretched man watching an island country movie with a nosebleed?

Tang Li tightly covered his nose with his right hand, just wanting to hurry back to the guest room.

But it didn't work, the nosebleed still overflowed between his fingers, like blood-red flowers blooming on the floor tiles.

Then, the man's generous hand appeared on the back of her head.

Tang Li raised her head, and the skin on the back of her neck touched the dry and rough palm of the man. When the towel covered her nose and mouth, her embarrassment ended.

"Go outside first." Song Boyan's steady voice was in his ear.

Tang Li took the towel over.

Be careful not to touch Song Boyan's hands.

Tang Li walked out of the bathroom and heard the sound of water being released from inside. It should be Song Boyan washing her hands. I don't know if there was too much nosebleed, and her brain was temporarily empty.

When Song Boyan came out, Tang Li was still standing by the bathroom door.

"Why don't you find a place to sit down?"

"It gets dirty," she whispered.

Song Boyan smiled slightly, with a kind of generosity and warmth that moved Tang Li. He said, "It's not a big deal. If it gets dirty, just let the servants wash it off."

For a while, Tang Li didn't answer.

She is not without self-awareness.

I knew very well in my heart that I brought him a lot of trouble tonight.

He came here from school at night until he took him in in the rainy night. Even if he was "willful", he was still the elder who was generous and tolerant of him.

Sometimes she would like to ask, is it really because of his mother that he takes care of himself like this?

Sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, Tang Li said, "A few days ago, a very powerful agent came to the crew to find me, and he said he wanted to sign me."

As he spoke, his eyes stayed on the tall and sturdy back of the man.

"Which company is it from?" Song Boyan poured a glass of boiling water.

"IMG Media."

After speaking, Tang Li changed his words: "The Li family wants me to sign in Tianhua. Tianhua is a brokerage company established specifically for Li Yuaner."

Song Boyan came over and sat down on the sofa.

That glass of boiling water is for her.

"Then which one do you prefer?" Song Boyan asked her.

Tang Li hadn't removed the towel from his nose and mouth when he heard Song Boyan's rhetorical question.

The Adam's apple of a man in his thirties is a little more stable and sexy than a boy who has just grown up. It is like the fine lines on the corner of a man's eye that grow with age. A mature and charming charm.

Perhaps it was this charm that made her unable to resist relying on him to trust him.

He even wanted to tell him everything about himself.

"I don't want to sign Tianhua." Tang Li said: "My relationship with my family is not very good. Once my agent makes an appointment with Tianhua, I may not receive a decent play in the future."

Ouyang Qian won't hide her, but she can ask her agent to pick up bad dramas for her.

Or the kind of shit that won't be broadcast on the stars.

After wasting her for four or five years, her acting career will be ruined by then.

"If you don't want to sign Tianhua, then don't sign it." Song Boyan's long legs overlapped and his slender fingers clasped together, supporting her opinion inside and out: "Every industry is the same, in addition to its own strength, the most important thing is Yes, it's the team behind you who planned it for you."