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

As a visitor, Uncle Tan couldn't see that Tang Li's words were not enough.

Uncle Tan is the old man of the Song family. After the completion of Yunqi Villa, Xiao Minglan was afraid that his son would be busy with work all day and would not be able to take care of his daily life, so he sent Uncle Tan over and asked Uncle Tan to take care of the size of the villa.

Thinking that Tang Li was once stayed at the villa by her husband, last time he saw that although this Miss Tang and her husband were not in that kind of relationship, the husband valued Miss Tang very much, so now Uncle Tan didn't say anything to drive people away, but said: "How about Miss Tang comes in with me first, and I'll call Chief Ji and ask about his husband's itinerary."

Tang Li did not reject the proposal.

Bring the trolley case and follow Uncle Tan into the villa.

The election of Song Boyan as the new president did not seem to affect the atmosphere of the villa.

In mid-March, the pine branches that stretched out to the side of the road spit out new shoots, and several garden workers were working with brush cutters.

Tang Li walked around the corridor of the courtyard and saw a picnic mat spread out on the lawn not far away.

The iron-clad Tibetan Mastiff was lying on the picnic mat, and the servants held his left forelimb to trim his nails, shaking his tail from time to time.

"Axi is rather sticky, Mr. Axi has been away for a few days. Yesterday, he called him in the middle of the night, and he managed to coax him. Today, I want to give him a bath, but he won't let him, so he has to cut his nails first."

While talking, Uncle Tan and Tang Li walked into the main building.

"On weekdays, if the husband is free, the husband will bathe him. This dog is also spoiled by the husband. Don't look at him being so big and squeamish. The husband raises him as a daughter, and he is afraid that he will know it in front of him. In the face of the gentleman, he rolled on the ground a little less than it intended."

When Tang Li heard Uncle Tan say this, he somehow thought of himself.

Uncle Tan called Ji Ming in the living room.

Ji Ming seemed to be busy too, and hung up the phone without saying a word.

"Mr. is going back to the villa tonight, but there are so many things in the past few days, and the private number of Mister can't get through."

On the phone, Uncle Tan didn't have time to say that Tang Li was in Yunqi Villa.

Ji Ming didn't say when Song Boyan would come back.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Uncle Tan said, "Miss Tang, if you don't mind, just have dinner here."

If it was elsewhere, Tang Li would get up and say goodbye at this time.

But now-

Thinking that she will go to Tokyo in two days, according to how busy Song Boyan has been these days, she will miss this evening, and she does not know if she will see people again in the next two days.

...I can't let him drop his official business and come to see me.

So, Tang Li nodded: "Excuse me."

During dinner, the Tibetan Mastiff was brought into the house by a servant.

Axi smelled Tang Li's body, broke free from the servant's hand and ran to the restaurant.

Seeing Tang Li sitting at the table, it was like finding an intruder running into his territory. The Tibetan Mastiff's eyes flashed fiercely, and he made a warning snoring sound, and his huge body seemed to pounce on him at any time.

Uncle Tan pretended to reprimand Axi severely.

Seeing this, Tang Li forked a piece of sausage from the plate and delivered it to the Tibetan Mastiff: "Do you want to eat?"

A Xi:"……"

Uncle Tan: "..."

When the Tibetan Mastiff saw the sausage, the vicious aura around him immediately disappeared.

It sniffed the sausage forward a little, and was sure it could eat it. With its two front limbs clinging to Tang Li's wrist, it opened its mouth to eat the sausage, and then eagerly looked at Tang Li.

When Uncle Tan saw this scene, he put a hanging heart back.

Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the knife that Tang Li was holding in his left hand.

For some reason, he had a feeling that this Miss Tang suddenly greeted the Tibetan Mastiff, not unprepared.