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

At the bustling station and the security checkpoint, there were occasional beeps, but in Tang Li's line of sight, only the man in front of him could be seen.

Whether it's Song Boyan's suit or his white shirt, everything shows steadiness. When he appeared in front of him like this, Tang Li's heartbeat quickened, and when he met Song Boyan's warm and smiling eyes, he couldn't care about anything else and went straight forward. hugged him.

The girl's arm tightly wrapped around the man's neck.

Song Boyan hugged her body back, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, very shallow, as if it was just an illusion, the left hand wearing the watch wrapped her waist, and the other hand patted her back, as if comforting, and then again. Like relief.

Around, there are also passengers cast their eyes.

Such large-scale hugs mostly appear in TV dramas.

The restraint of life also makes people learn to be reserved, and they are almost reluctant to express their emotions blatantly. Therefore, the moment Tang Li threw himself into Song Boyan's arms, countless curious glances turned to them.

But now, Tang Li just wanted to confirm that Song Boyan did appear at the bus station.

Only a tight hug can convince her that it is not an illusion.

After a long while, Song Boyan's voice rang in her ear: "Aren't you going to check the ticket?"

Tang Li heard the words and let go of him a little.

Her feet were still on tiptoes, and her hands were on the man's shoulders. She felt Song Boyan's broad arms through her shirt and suit. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed. The neck firmly occupied his arms.

Song Boyan burst into laughter, but he embraced her connivingly.

A few seconds later, the sound of her urn came from his arms: "If you come here like this, what if you are found?"

"Ji Ming and the others are guarding outside." Song Boyan's big hand pressed against her spine: "Everyone has already arrived here, even if they are recognized, they should meet."

Tang Li just laughed, the spring flowers are just like that.

After that, he said, "How did you come in, why didn't I see you go through the security check?"

"Want to know?" he asked.

Tang Li hummed softly.

Song Boyan had already pulled her hand down and wrapped it in his own: "I'll accompany you to check the ticket first."

At this moment, Tang Li's cell phone rang.

It was Yuan Qin's phone number.

He had passed the ticket gate and took his luggage into the car.

Tang Li's ticket was on her body. After she explained to Yuan Qin, she turned to look at Song Boyan. He was sitting on a stainless steel row chair with his long right leg folded over the other, crisp trousers, and shiny men's leather shoes. The meticulousness made her feel a touch of leisure.

Tang Li spoke first: "I seem to have missed that long-distance bus."

After speaking, she turned her attention to the No. 12 ticket gate: "The staff have closed the gate..."

Song Boyan opened his suit, took out a ticket from the inside, and handed it over: "Then take the ride in fifteen minutes."

Tang Li could clearly see the words on the ticket, which was also the bus bound for Lishan this afternoon.

She raised her eyes again and looked at Song Boyan in surprise.

Song Boyan smiled slightly: "Stupid?"

"..." Tang Li's cheeks heated up, and he already knew in his heart that he came in with a ticket.

If she can't catch the bus, this ticket is just for her.

At the bus station where the passengers are constantly changing, even if Song Boyan's bearing is outstanding, because of the lack of pomp, no one immediately links him to the new president.

For most passengers, catching the train is the primary goal, rather than staring at a stranger.

Couldn't resist changing it...