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

"You can try all the flavors first." Tang Li pushed the other three boxes of pods forward: "Which one do you like, I will buy it for you next time. My assistant knows a more reliable purchasing agent. I'll ask her to help me buy it."

Having said that, she looked at Song Boyan again: "I've already started acting. If I have the money to buy pods, I'll just give you 50,000 yuan bit by bit."

Song Boyan's mouth twitched into a smile: "Is your salary increased recently?"

"Forget it." Tang Li stretched out two index fingers and compared the numbers horizontally and vertically. "The film pays me 100,000 yuan. I am still a newcomer. When I become famous in the future, my annual income will not be too low."

After being modest, Tang Li deliberately added: "It must be higher than the president's annual salary."

Song Boyan pulled people over.

Tang Li didn't struggle and sat on his lap.

This kind of intimacy is still a little uncomfortable for Tang Li.

There is a fundamental difference between one's own initiative and the other party's response.

Song Boyan sat in front of the desk, with his left hand on her waist naturally: "Did you feel tired from filming?"

"I'm not tired." Tang Li paused and said, "I didn't know my hobbies and hobbies before. After filming the first movie, it seemed like I found a goal to strive for."

"Having a goal is a good thing." Song Boyan nodded: "Don't judge a hero based on success or failure, you can always learn something if you work hard."

Being approved, Tang Li felt sweet in his heart.

She thought of something and looked at Song Boyan: "Are you going?"

It wasn't because of the eviction order, because I knew he had been busy all day, and I'm afraid he didn't have a good rest during this time. The more he dragged him, the less time he had to rest.

"Want me to go now?"

"..." Tang Li said truthfully, "I don't want to delay you going back to rest."

Song Boyan said, "It's not less than an hour or two."

Tang Li's right hand rested on his shoulder, through the suit shirt, the muscles were tense, and she was too tired to do so, so she volunteered: "I'll give you a massage."

After speaking, he stood up first.

Walking to his bedside, Tang Li pushed the quilt aside, got ready, and went to see Song Boyan.

Song Boyan smiled: "Do you still understand massage?"

"Only a little."

Tang Li went to massage for Qin Yueru.

In the last life, when she and Han Jifeng got their licenses, Qin Yueru was in bad health for half a year and often had leg cramps in the middle of the night. She spent money to follow an old Chinese medicine practitioner for acupuncture massage.

Song Boyan got up from his chair.

The girl's bed, whether it is the pillow or the quilt, has a faint fruity fragrance.

After Song Boyan lay down, his nervous nerves relaxed a little. Tang Li put his suit aside, let Song Boyan lie on his stomach, and knelt on one knee beside the bed to help him squeeze his shoulders.

Because of the incorrect posture, Tang Li squeezed a few times, but he did not exert any strength. Song Boyan also noticed it, and a steady voice came: "Ride up."

"..." Tang Li squatted beside the bed when he pressed Qin Yueru's leg.

She hasn't ridden anyone yet.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he locked the dormitory door first, then took off his shoes and went to bed, straddling Song Boyan's waist.

After massaging for about 20 minutes, her left hand was held by Song Boyan: "Are your hands sore?"

Tang Li: "It's okay."

After the massage, Song Boyan didn't get up immediately.

He didn't let go of Tang Li's hand, dragged him into his arms and pulled the quilt over each other: "Lie down with me for a while."

The update is complete, see you in the morning~