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

Because he came out temporarily, Song Boyan didn't wear a suit or coat, white shirt, black trousers, a typical successful person's dress, and he didn't look thin in the warm spring building.

Hearing Tang Li Youyou's addition, Song Boyan smiled unconsciously, then saw her right hand supporting the elevator, and asked slowly, "What do you want to do with your hand here?"

"..." Tang Li took his hand back: "Don't do anything."

Then, she said again: "My palms are a little sweaty, so I'll find a place to wipe it."

In order to make his explanation more convincing, Tang Li walked to the other side, stretched out his left hand and rubbed against the elevator wall, then put his hands back into his pockets, looking at Song Boyan with bright deer eyes, and said specially: "Now Finished wiping."

Song Boyan didn't answer, but a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

At this time, the elevator reached the third floor.

When they got to the office, Tang Li sat on the sofa, Song Boyan stood in front of the executive desk, picked up the landline and asked the secretary to make her a glass of juice.

When he hung up the phone, Tang Li said, "Actually, I'll just drink boiled water."

"Recently, the female staff in the department are obsessed with drinking brewed juice. The staff responsible for purchasing has almost filled the cupboard in the tea room." Song Boyan said, his eyes on Tang Li: "Don't you like drinking juice?"

"...I don't like it either."

Tang Li said, "It doesn't matter if you drink or not."

As he said that, he looked up and found that Song Boyan was leaning on the executive desk and watching her.

The man's eyes were gentle and deep.

Just looking at her like this, as if looking at her but not.

It seems that there are other emotions.

Tang Li wanted to look away, but she couldn't control her body. It was only ten seconds, but she felt that more than half a century had passed. She picked up the magazine on the coffee table and covered the lower half of her face, revealing only one pair of eyes. The momentum is not enough: "Why are you staring at me?"

Song Boyan smiled, his eyes unusually generous: "Can't you see your face?"

"...Yes, yes." Tang Li changed his head: "If you watch it for too long, you have to charge a certain amount of money."

Song Boyan listened with a smile, sat behind the executive desk, picked up the document that had not been read before, but said to her: "Then treat you to dinner in the evening, and I should pay for it."

Tang Li's lips curled up under the magazine.

After a while, the secretary knocked on the door with a glass of orange juice.

When he found a young girl in the finance minister's office, the secretary was stunned for a moment. He didn't see Song Boyan bringing him back just now. He only knew that the finance minister had gone out and put the juice in front of Tang Li. Song Boyan, who was reviewing the documents, said, "At seven o'clock in the evening, did the finance minister go to Minister Liu's grandson's birthday banquet?"

Song Boyan signed the document: "I still have arrangements tonight. You ask Jenny to back up the gift, and you can go for me later."

The secretary nodded.

When the door of the office closed, Tang Li said, "If you are busy at night, you don't have to eat with me. I just stopped by and didn't mean anything else."

Song Boyan raised his head and looked at her with warm eyes: "Won't you be going back to southern Yunnan tomorrow?"

"I'm back, I've already booked a flight, and the flight is at noon."

"Since we are going back to southern Yunnan, let's have a meal together tonight." Song Boyan closed the document and continued, "Just eat the New Year's Eve dinner in advance."

The place to eat in the evening is still in Fuyuan.

The only difference is that it is no longer the private room last time.

Does Tang Xiaoli act like a hooligan?

Today, the family is divided into ages, the guests are leaving very late, and the update is delayed ~ everyone will come to the later chapters later ~ group?